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as the rain fell down.As the rain fell down
I felt it cleansing my soul.
Washing over my frown
That the laughs couldn't console.
Like a cool summer breeze
The water felt so pure.
For my disease,
the rain is the cure.
50 words.It's dark and raining as I'm sitting at the traffic lights, waiting for them to change.
A song I like comes on the radio so I turn it up louder. Too loud.
I can't hear the screams telling me to watch out for the car that hits me from behind.
Milk flavoured jelly beansNot being able to say
What I truly feel
Although I seem like I've lost my way
I won't need much time to heal
My heart is like a piece of debris,
Battered and worn, I'm a terrible host.
It's the scars you don't see
That torment me the most.
That bitch can die
Or I'll go first
You can't run with a knife in your thigh
Yeah... make her live with my curse.
But people don't care about others
They only worry about themselves.
Why would anyone bother my mother
About my state of mental health?
OppositesAlthough I am quiet
you're loud and bombastic.
I choose to use recyclable bags,
you prefer to use plastic
I'd enjoy a quiet night in
You want to go to a concert.
I cringe at the mere thought of pain,
you don't mind when you're hurt
If something is impossible,
you do it with ease.
When I would say "thank you",
you always say "please"
I may not know much
but I know this for a fact:
It is truly intriguing
how opposites attract.
Let the dark embrace me..."Let the dark embrace me,"
I say as you cry.
This phase will not erase me
From in front of your eyes.
My heart is still beating
but there's not long to go.
Life and death competing
to get me to go.
Your tears mix
and merge with my blood
like water and dirt
both mix to make mud.
It's not an eclipse
but the light is becoming shy.
"Let the dark embrace me,"
I say as I die...
Is This an Introduction?Is This an Introduction?
Standing by the wayside
Hands upon my hips
He came up to me and demanded
To know who in hell I was
So I gave him the first letter of my given name
He said,'that is not a clue.'
So I gave him the middle letter and the last
But he just turned and walked away
What's more, he never told me his name either.
A Discordian Children's Verse"...And there I was one morn,
as one would normally do
in the late hours of noon.
And Lo! As if by a ray
from the dark of a grey day,
I was struck down
I ask You oh Discordia,
for am I Immortal?
Or will you be awful
to not call me a Loon?
A Lark, a leon,
alight, oh night feather!
A spark to the right
is sure like the weather!
a mark of time pass
burns bright as the Truth.
Turns as the Yuletide
to steal Our youth.
Is this like the dark, then,
or a shark to the mark?
or maybe my Bark
shines brighter today.
Spare me! Oh father,
for light brightens the way.
And whence will you come,
crash running today?
By and far sooner than
the Quark that burns stark?
Throw this fnord home then
and dance backward this way!..."
Roxy (gift for roxy82)Roxy
with multicolored hair,
and rules far from fair.
with a flexible voice,
accents that you rejoice.
with a happy exterior,
could you get any cheerier?
What goes on in your dark little mind,
never given a chance to unwind.
A pervert, a momdad,
we still love you, so don't be sad.
An odd obession with 2p! FrUK,
and an endless supply of horrible luck.
Roxy, dear, never change
or we must estrange (you).
UntitledIt comes in silence, it comes in the dark
when people and places are so far apart
some people aren't happy when it comes their way
it makes the whole world look kind of insane
such a ripple affect this dark art
that it can tear the whole world to pieces and parts
what is it you ask in a voice kind of lame
well the whole world calls it a brain
A Note to My NeighbourTo whomever was responsible for the racket at 1 AM:
Hello, I am the fifteen-year old who lives above your flat.
I write this poem at 2.20 AM in order to tell you that:
As much as you may enjoy blasting music at odd hours
Or yelling, shouting, making a racket to prove your vocal powers;
All this noise does nothing at all for our rest and sleep.
It should be common sense to at minimum the noise-level keep.
For example: late last night, I was deep in the land of dreams
Dreaming dreams of crème brûlée, toffee apples and custard creams.
Oh how I wish my blissful sleep could have gone on longer
Alas, alack, it wasn't to be; your vocals proved far stronger.
I was roused from sweet sweet sleep at a godforsaken hour;
1.16 AM, it was, when I at my clock did glower.
Ah, sweet Fate, and all her mercies and thrice-accursed joys-!
I could not get back into sleep because of all the noise.
It's half-past-two, now, and the noise has not abated a bit
My valiant efforts to return to sleep
A Play of Words: Discordian Poem 30-08-2014To contract or detract
A comeback; a setback?
To unwind or rewind?
To confine or define?
To revise a device
It's concise to incise
Or realise it's too high
A drop up Damselfly?
Run back down, up a-ground
Tilt aloud lost and found.
Swing about lazy cloud
Please don't shout; whisper loud.
Spin Whey, come back and play
I do say, Fray of Fey!
Spray don't say, Mists of Hey
Greyface lays blame all day.
Is this: A play of words?
Is this: A song unheard?
Is this: A vision blurred
Is this: Not too absurd?
In this verse two times three,
shall the words six times free.
Outside shell open eyes see;
Five more rhymes what will be.
Untitled"This cat longs to see you art..."
I mean, like, littel kittehn, i have lame thingies. I got no good, wat u got?
Erhm, okay, what about this?
"Nuuu, way wuuld u give me dat? It's suu terribel."
*cat sees nature*
"I have finally found art. Real art that I can truly treasure. Nature shall be passed on in generations to come. All these people, they've made art, but they never understood nature. I hope, even with my tiny, tiny life, but having 9 lives, will see all of this even from kitty heaven."
Gibberish: Charles and Rocket about Rut MeratOff I go to tea time with Charles and Rocket! Ah yes, the glory of Charles and Rocket!
We remember all the sparks and the lights of the shimmering sounds, the grease of the floor and the chiming drums! Oh the drums were my favorite, for they always brought me back to the days of Mister Rut Merat, an odd old tosh commie who loved a good bongo! He hit notes on a skin that no genesis could conceive! The symbols he brought, he said he nicked him from the Taj himself! That weasel!
But he'd always play good when the tribe found him some fish on rye, that he did! Sounded like an electric glass blow horn on angelic levels of love with sitars borrowed from plastic sheiks! Ahh the echoes would bleed onto skins like the fine wines of red and white, but would have the raw lime of yesteryear's quarries! Fine fine Rocket!
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