What I Know About Guys
Well... 'nuf said.
Lose Yourself In My Imagination >This Way To The Rabbit Hole, Alice!>
Well... 'nuf said.
There is a BIG. HUGE. BLACK THING ON MY SCREEN. Dropped it on tile, almost got a concussion because i tripped :( it's about right... <here. It's hirribel :(.
Inside my head, I'm in a boat. Among the stars Reflections, float. My hands create the Silky ripples, That grace the rivers Stars that triple.
Sorry, if i'm a little sappy here, i'm so excited I won!!. I did NOT see that coming. Ok, so i must say that that was probably the hardest decision @timmsyy ever had to make.
On a midsummer morning, Or was it afternoon. I spied a gossamer mermaid, Floating on a gold lagoon. She told me she was Sea Star, She'd take me to the witch.
(I see alot of poems out there written from the perspective of a mourning somebody who's lost a close person. Well, how do you think the Dead person feels...?) To breathe again, What would I give.
#red There's people, i know, out to hurt me, To pop me, to break me, to make me see. But until I see the last of your tan, I'll be the best red ass pimple I can!.
A quaint and quite country house, Hides secrets, of dark skin and light. They sit and they eat fried country mouse, As they wait out the perilous night.
A dusty old box, stuck on a shelf, May just be the key to your dreams. In it, is magic, the sole of yourself, You, dear, are not what you seem.
#household (Not A Poem!) Everyone talks about how much they love thier grandfather clocks. Why a grandfather clock. I am ashamed of my grandfather.
@Opuss How about a built in rhyming dictionary to use for those of us who aren't of the most upmost vocabulary goodness...?.
Hello, little future. This is not of my creation, But someone has torn the suture Of a very quaint, young nation. Now i beg you, plead and plead, To put down your ammunition.
~A story told in the perspective of a night owl set on the perfect party~ List Of Requirments: 1. Booze 2. Music That's basiclly all you need for an amazing, rock-my-world night.
We would all be alot happier if we just didn't care what people thought..
#household WARNING; Extremely Insane In Every Insanely Mad Way. Darker Then Night. Beware. Tick, tock, cuckoo clock. Time is running out. Bleeding, bleeding, breakfast feeding, Slice and dice...
Well, I've seen you in the lunch line, I've seen you in the hall. And now i ask myself why I even care at all. I know, you're shy and quiet. I know, you don't like friends.
The sky was dark, the color of a bruise, and slush fell in icy sheets, pounding against the window in my closet.
Teabags, F*** you all around. My mother drinks you by the pound. You're so gross, so sweet and thin, My mom would put some whiskey in. And then, she'd make awful, dumb sounds.
Just saw Paula Abdul at the boston airport!!. FANGIRLIN. Should I say Hi?.
Once, I call your name from far. Cry it out, Set the bar. Twice, I've cried because of you. Don't play dumb. You've heard me too. Thrice, i've tried to make amends. Get you back, Even as a friend.
A symphony of "urgngh" A chorus of "braiinnnsss" A scream from far away from here, Undeniable, crucial pain. Don't you get your blow torch. Do you want a flaming horde.
O A S I S A river, rainbow hues O A S I S Caves of crystals, blue: O A S I S Shores of pure white grains. O A S I S Sheets of clear, cool rain. O A S I S Mountains, mighty, tall.
#household @naaviie Broken, shattered, Glow is dim... Claustrophobic Room is slim. Claw marks, scary, Getting dark... Windows. None. Lightbulb'd marked. Breathing, jagged. Light out and in...
"magic is not real" Says the ignorent as they prance. "Dreams are just a 'feel'" Says the dumb as they dance. You and I, Me and You. We know so much more.
Through twisted thicket, Bushes and brush, bushes and brush. Oasis keen, trees so green, Alice. Were in a rush. Tick, tock, pocket watch. Alice, please do come.
Twinkle, Twinkle, little star. When you fly, don't fly far. For when you see this locket gold, Please remember you've been told. In it, is my portrait, blue Dress on white backround so true.
Dark pitch black, gives me heart attacks, Everytime i'm in it. It's a game I play, from sunset to day, And i don't know how to win it. Creepy things hide, my teddy at side, Jumping to bed from afar.
I'm a no threat, Just a girl. Have no place In real world. Just a peice In your dreams. I'm weak as it Could ever seem. But NO. I'm strong willed and stubborn.
Backstage rush. Makeup artists Working nonstop Making me What I need to be. Director Wishing us luck, Beckoning me over, Putting on my Mic, Patting my back, Smiling. 3 deep breathes.
Everyone thinks the opposite Of light, is dark, I know. But on the eve of march 15th I proved the answer's "no".
Rumours, words, Fill my ears Hurt, betryal, Fuels my tears. Whispers, hushed, Make me look. glances, glares, Read like books. Stares, look mad. I'm getting scared.
Repunzal, Repunzal, let down your hair. I heard it was thick as the fur on a bear. Repunzal. Repunzal. So tangled and corse. As a hairdresser, i look at your locks in remorse.
When I look into the mirror What exactly do I see. Is it twisted by my concious, Or is it meerly me. When i see myself in glass, What exactly do I say.
(F this, now i'm going in random order ;) ) My mouth fills with saliva as a dessert platter is set out in front of me.
The walls are damp and colorless, and they smell like things you dig out of the bottom of a garabage bag.
(i'm going in reverse order now. :D) Join every club In every single class. Tense your rigged shoulders. Tighten your clenched .. Well... You know. Worry every minute Of every single day.
Hey fellas and fellos. I just wanted to let you know that AS OF NOW, There is a rule change for the 100 day challenge. You may now do the topics in the order of Sdrawkcab Or Forwards.
My stomache's in knots, My hairs in knots too, Haven't even eaten in About a day or two. Waiting, by the telephone, For the hospitals ring, Hoping you'll be coming home to Spend one more thanksgiving.
The reason my name is "A Mad One" Is because when people are asked my name, they'll say, "I don't really know, She's A Mad One".
Has anyone noticed, From the cuckoo in the hall, To the homeless on the streets, To the good who never call, From the dead of the night To the crisp morning air, From the colors of the sunrise To a...
Once upon a screwed up life, Drugs, abuse, And bloody knifes. Once upon a midnight fair, Moon aglow, It's skin so fair. Once upon a lovers kiss, A meeting, midnight A mornings bliss.
D I V I N G Into water cold. C h i l l y Cold as winter snow. B B N O I G. Up and down, i say. LAUGHING. laugh as plain as day..
A flower, A tulip, Petals And all. Sleigh bells And presents And santa At mall. Ribbons, And birthdays, And cake By the slice White kittens, White seals, White rabbits And mice.
Heaven, help me, Give me hope. For times are bleak, It's hard to cope. Heaven, grant me, One dumb wish, For compliments And love i fish.
The city is great The lights are okay, The noise is supurb. That is, in the day. But in the dead of night, This place never sleeps I want to slip away, And so, away I creep.
My back against your grave My eyes scanning the stars My feet tapping to nothing much My fingers tracing my scars.
I sit in this meadow Mild and meek My mind very twisted My memory bleak My eyes blank and dusty And my cheeks, do i dare. The grass is all dead The tree's are all bare.
The sunlight pounces as the child bounces Happily as the sun up's high. The frothy foam of the waves that roam And give the shore a gentle sigh.
My fingers fumble fondly For a lean and little locket That my perfect parents prized as a present long ago.
Ok, so i decided to help all you poor old souls with an icky case of writers block. My idea is to have 100 themes to write about, and you HAVE to write about 1 for the day for 100 days.
#householdchallenge @eddie12309 It's now midday, the smells away, But the brown thing still remains. With my sword at my side, a glint in my eyes, I know what needs to be slain.
Everyone thinks the opposite Of light, is dark, I know. But on the eve of march 15th I proved the answer's "no".
A beach of sandy curls Falls in yellow ringlets Down the small of her back Meeting the blue dress at the shore.
[The lights slowly brighten as the audience finds a young couple alone, having a picnick near a tree] Tammy: [in a shallow voice] I can't believe tommarows the last day...
As I trudge up the untamed hills, my boots crunching the tall, thick grass, my foot prints time will erase, I stop short at the very top, as does my heart.