My poem hath no rhyme,
It truly has no reason.
For those who seek it here;
It's really _not_ hunting season!
I'm in an odd mood..so In honour of teh FLOOD we had Christmas eve....
I present to you...
WOULD YOU MIND?
Plink! Plank!
Drimp! Drank!
Plinger, Planger,
Ringer, Ranger!
Pliberly,Plaberly,
Driblery,Draberly,
Ribilery, Rabely, Rall!
Water Running Down My Wall!
It's Raining in my Hall!
I hate to make a noise of it,
But would you kindly turn off....
YOUR TOILET?!?
In the darkness she rambles,
Unnoticed and unseen.
A Ghost amonst the Living,
No longer the sheltered teen.
Owning almost nothing,
Her mind is a land of plenty,
the Book-loving child,
Grown into an Empty-Minded Twenty.
The land of plenty is illusion,
Is Fueled by the party drug,
Her unstable mind mastered it's delusions,
Until Reality pulled away the rug!
Vampyre
In the darkness between the hours,
I exist.
When Today meets Tomorrow,
I linger.
Where the souls leave this mortal plain,
I hover
Wings of darkness, feathers sharp,cold,
I promise.
Spred they seem protecting,welcome,
I can lie.
Yet in all manners Tangible,
I am false.
Yet Immortal and Intagible,
I am real.
I am the Dark Path to the Cliff.
I am Sorrow,
I am dispair,
I am the biggest Liar,
And the Greatest Theif.
LOL I miss copied this outta Dragon Flight by Anne Mccaffery as a kid, but it's really apropo. :D
Who wills,
Can.
Who tries,
Does.
Who loves
LIES.
LOL I was learning to write cursive and the way I wrote it, the V disappeared. Teehee. ;)
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