Muh. . .It seems as if my "old" poetry is not very much liked. . . it certainly got a whole lot fewer views than my "new" ones, but not like they got very much either. Muh, thaz okie though, my poetry gets love frum meh! *squishles her poems* Tee hee!
Helios - Always ThereHelios sails across the heavens On his radiant gold chariot Every single day, Without fail.Helios - Always There
The clouds could Stand in his way and Impede his vision. They never stopped him.
But there were days When the overcast Refused to relinquish A single ray.
Helios would be discouraged. He would say, “Why should I bother When I can\'t be seen?”
As upset as he would be, He knew that the Haze would soon clear, His work again have purpose.
And every so often, The sky would release teardrops, B
Star PapayaA lopsided fruit indeed, Irregularly shaped Of greens, yellows, oranges, Peppered with dark flecks.Star Papaya
Take a knife and cut, Not down its length But horizontally across, And seperate the halves.
Whjat do you see? A dainty little star Composed of Tiny black pearls.
Scoop a spoonful of The juicy flesh, A pleasant refreshment. Cheers!
Capsule of TimeConfined in a Capsule of Time Lay the Physical memories Of the frozen past Together in a Complete collectionCapsule of Time
Images remain To revive those Days of old Picture after picture Of chronological phases Serving as Tokens of my Younger ages Childhood photographs To the present me
These are the items I hold Dear To my Heart These are the items I would place In a Capsule of Time.
Two Mismatched Lefty MittensOn a cold and snowy day, I wanted to go out and play.Two Mismatched Lefty Mittens
My mittens I will need to build the snow, My mittens I will need before I go!
I pull them out and what do I see? A pair of mismatched lefty mittens on me!
No worries, I say as I slip one hand in, But it would fit that lefty mitten!
The other one I tried as well, What was wrong, I cannot tell!
Then I opened my eyes wide, wide, wide, Oh, the horror I cannot hide, hide, hide!
Two mismatched lefty mittens I see, Two mismatched lefty mittens on me!
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The first casualty of war is truth.
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The first casualty of war is truth.
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
Random Deviant
: runs around with a spray paint can : Graffiti~!
- Kyou -
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Mac Williams
The Wannabe Artist
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"Son of a #%*$@! I'm in someone else's adventure again! I'm another god$%@# supporting character! &#%*! What do I have to do to be the center of attention around here?!" - Apropos of Nothing
WOOOOOOOOWWWW.
I think they got better since the last time I read them. The poems are like...epics...the Odyssey, Illiad...what Homer and Virgil wrote...story-poems.
^-^ Aren't you feeling nifty that I'm comparing you to them?
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