Roses are red Violets are blue Flowers stink And so do you
Somehow I think I'm going to get something similar to this on Valentine's Day from you, lz.
Lieutenant Commander of the Lesbian Love Brigade
There can only be one, like in that foreign movie where there could only be one, and in the end there is only one dude left, because that was the point.
Here am I sitting Looking at the screen, thinking What haiku to write.
Well, maybe not so much... ^ _ ^;
Lieutenant Commander of the Lesbian Love Brigade
There can only be one, like in that foreign movie where there could only be one, and in the end there is only one dude left, because that was the point.
That wasn't so bad, Feenie. What'd you think of mine?
lol, why thank you. I thought yours was very good, and captured your spirit well. :3
Lieutenant Commander of the Lesbian Love Brigade
There can only be one, like in that foreign movie where there could only be one, and in the end there is only one dude left, because that was the point.
Here's one of mine. I'm not depressed or anything, I just like writing stuff for people that are. We all have a target audience, eh?
Quiet Eyes. To the angry violin I ask my question. The light floods down and the skeleton band plays a song without sound.
I run with the pulse of the aggressive empty beat until I’m knee deep in black water.
The band leads the storm Your face leads my mourn. I’m mentally torn right down the middle. Say one thing, do another. Keep my mouth shut, don’t be a bother. Find happiness in your room. Do what you can to avert the gloom. I’ll see nothing soon. I’ll be nothing soon. I won’t be your burden by tomorrow afternoon. Maybe I’m sick.
Who knew the lake could have such big waves. I see the bottom. I see my grave. I see your voice in the water. I feel your tears in my toes. I finally know. And here I go. I put my crown on and let the storm submerge me. It’s pitch black and I feel the humpback whale right beside me.
I close my eyes and scream inwards without a sound.
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Here's a slightly happier one. Do you know what I hate about letting people read my poetry? No, probably not.
Forever Weather Crescent shells, bright blue bells, purple water and a neon moon. Florescent trails with brand new smells and the patch of grass where I’ll see you soon. The dew glows green like no one’s seen. Bears too polite to show their tongues. They show their teeth to a baby deer, but the baby deer never runs. All is pastel under the peeking dark gray sun.
The pond makes ripples from life underneath and the wind and the frogs and falling orange leaves. The fish with whiskers and bright rainbow scales play chess with a tadpole, both using their tails. With a hum and a gesture, you come ever closer and we both play around with the weather. We chase the pretty never-landing feather. How long do you have? I have forever. And ever.
Pedals of pink fall all around as we watch the sky’s colors change. The shimmering rain lands out of range and makes a feint soothing sound as we act happy and strange. We’re so smart yet so deranged.
Rabbits in night gowns, a monocle for the night owl, a tuxedo for the fox with a cane. All is happy and all is plain. But just a few feet below lies a creature in pain. A sad little mole who’s gone mentally insane wants out of his jacket and out with his brain. His blood stains the dirt without as much as a yelp. His paintings stretch the underground hallways and elude such a vigorous plea for help. But nobody ever saw them, and nobody ever will. They just got mad at him for replacing flowers with his obnoxious mole hill.
Above ground, things are beautiful still.
We eat wild blueberries till we reach our fill then take a nap as the fireflies flicker. We wake up every now and then, make eye contact, smile and snicker. I don't know you, you don't know me. You're just an illusion in my simple dream, but you still know more about me than I do.
Death walks the path unnoticed looking all around. He reaches down the mole hill until the problem is found. My blurry eyes open to nothing. I thought I heard a sound. Just you breathing.
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Lets start from the beginning: whats happened to me? My life; simple, full of glee now I'm throwing rhymes like I'm some sort of rapper. Some of its dark but I'm not complaining Just look outside; Outside its raining it doesnt matter what the hell it means just listen to these words and rhymes and things It may help, it may hurt you may feel my pain I know you might think it but I'm not insane these things I write might not be true my thoughts in my mind; I thought I knew
I dont know why I'm doing this how this is coming On the paper, through my brain, these words keep flowing why is this happening to me? the things I write haven't happened you see?
I'm about done now; my brain is mashed my thoughts are free and I just crashed
Everybody needs a little funk. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BKPoHgKcqag I see wut u did ther Awkward cough. Her heeeerrrm!
Ba-BAM Just forget about, there's nothing here. Nothing here to fill your ears. Nothing that you need to know, just about my need to flow. Whatever I do, it becomes my stuggle. I may not have any trouble getting these lines to make your thoughts bubble.
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