Miss Missing YouI never thought I would miss the wayyou made me drink away my painsHow I got so drunk that night, I ran awayand did not remember waking up in his armsOr how I wanted to cry every nightyou told me you loved meand kissed my cheekBecause I only knew you were wishing it was her cheek,her hair,her smileYou were wishing you were with somebodywho loved you back
Self LoveAnd for no reason, I began to cry.I had nothing to cry about;this is where I am guilty.Flowers are growingwhere you planted your kisses.Cheeks ache from laughter,and smiles.And love.Am I so selfishthat I ache for more than love?What better is there than love;what possibly is causing these raincloudsin both my eyes and my mind?It is my own faultthat I broke my very own heart,waiting for the day that I love me, too.
Dandelions Among RosesAlthough I am the southand your daisies are the north,my petals are no less than shooting stars,for have you not said a flower is a flower?Tell me then, why must I perish?I try my best at glamour,yet I am still nothing to youcompared to roses.Tell your gardener to go;we are not friends, he and I.His hands are the devil,and his jars hold the devil's heart.As summer grows old,he rains the devil's tears among us.Although you may say a flower is a flower,what is a dandelion among a bouquet of roses?
Suicide NoteMy Love, This world is such an awful place. I'm afraid there is just too much madnessin one lonely world that I just cannot comprehend; the way prostituteslook so lovely before faking so much pleasure, oh-so sweet children losing their innocence,the old man I saw eating out alone - how must he feel approaching his wife's grave? I'm afraid I know of no pain of the kind; however, each life invites new pain, new wars. That's all we are these days - the struggles of dealing with madness and war. The greatness with that is with each death is that many less battles to fight. Oh, how many battles could we end with each lost soul? That is what I am and will be - lost battles. There is too much madness that I cannot understand.Bury my memories as well.
BostonWhy stay?It's not as if the sun dazzles in a thousand different ways,a thousand better ways.All it does is ferment the sweet flowersthat once held the key to my heart,scorch the innocent embrace of what used to be.Boston holds such better promises,comprises such better welcomes.I will not find tearsbeneath the corners of every street;no memories at the stop sign.Just passersby, looking at yet anotherbroken girl, hoping to make her wayin the city of Boston.
Temptations and DesiresWhat do you want?...What do I want?I want to love you.I want to love youlike you say you love me.I want to please you,as I am a people pleaser.How could I possibly say no?You're here in front of me,hurting with your life.I don't know who I am -God knows who I am.If only he could reign His truthupon my soul.If only, then I could tell youwhat I truly want.(...It isn't you.)
Be My EscapeFinally, the moon rises with all its secrets withheld.But you still don't move..The sand beneath your toes is like silk, isn't it?You don't want to go, do you?Although the sun blinds your eyes and sets your skin on fire,the stars softly kiss your wounds, your scars.The scars that those pretty little roses caused,as you tried to bury your life in the thorns of beauty.The boundless embers dance on,pulling you in with them.Will you dance, or will you fall?Oh, how the dance can go on for eternity,bringing with it new wonders to yet be revealed.Or you could fade to nothing oh-so quickly...So answer this, will you dance?Oh, how those stars do catch my eye,with their ever-taunting cavort to the ageless beauty of harmony.And how the sand, glimmering delicately as it does,hides underneath it the roots to all value,to the flowers, the trees, the sweet embrace of raspberries,as they blemish your face with their candy blood.But those incandescent lights...
BraveThe struggles of his owndisappear beneath his smile,replaced by sense of unknown hope.Giving up is an option,a door always open,but he glances through,and quickly moves on.An optimist?He is not.No, he does not see lightthrough cracks of darkness,does not see sunshinein the black of the night.This man knows where to search, though,how to find sunshineafter tornadoes reined their fury.Many doubts,many insecurities,as if their stones meant somethingwhen spoken by poison lipsset out kill.He will not defeat,nor be defeated.Rocks may be thrown,sticks and stones,but come morning,he's no longer deaf to the solution.
Aren't You Glad You're Not a Giraffe?Aren't you glad you're not a giraffe?Ever since I was born, everyone just laughed.I always trip and I always fall,But worse than that, worst of all,When I was born, I hit my head."He won't grow at all," the doctors said.So here I stand, a giraffe who's undersized.I'm short and fat, and to none am I a prize.When I stretch my neck to eat the trees,My head won't reach the lowest of leaves.No one else helps; all they do is stare."Haha, you're so weird!" Life isn't even fair.So one day when I was all alone,I decided to go out, all on my own.I slowly crept from our large herdWithout even a single goodbye as a word.I ran away from that mean, old town.The dirt path was my friend, staining my feet brown.I didn't turn around; I didn't look back.I didn't stop running until I heard loud, "QUACK!"The oddities of this animal amused me, though.One of them amused me most, of all her woes.This duckling didn't waddle, for she had to jump.She hopped out of the bush, and hit the gro
Candy"You ate it?!" "Was only chocolate...."
Dang Summer is HotDang Summer is HotGarlic Beer with garlic toastYou are cute or so you boastOld pizza crust to the moon or bustIn me you can trustMonkey fat frying smelly fishQuickly blow out that candle and make a wishButterflies melting on the hot, hot sandRunning naked while holding handsSpring leaping into fallSummers hot as hell and that’s about all
Smaug the StupendousI'm a dragon! Raah, boom!Riddle me this, or face your doom!What has spears for claws and claws for teeth?Steal from me, will you? Your life, bequeath!I am fire, I am deadly!Spare me your colourful nickname-medley,thief in the dark, your end you have spelledNow watch as I drink in, this moment, to your health!I'm off to the lake, people-eatingI'll have you as dessert on our next chanceful meetingOh - the weak spot on my breast you can scant make out?That's 'cause I never do anything not worth being sporty about.Raah, boom, dee-de-dum dollyWholesale arson sure makes a drake jollyAh, that cute little bowman wants to have a goPah - couldn't hit the broad side of a barn with that tiny -
in memoriam: my dignity, proudly departedglint in the corner of my visionsomething normal and yet completely unexpected on the horizonwould recognize that silver sheen anywherethat commanding airthat vulnerabilitythose eyes...wallditchowwie
TnM Un Cuento Para Sunny part 3Nota de la autora: Porfavor antes de lean este capitulo les quiero decir que, en una batalla antes de que thomas cumpla los 8 años El Rey Ferb murió, pero tuvo una hija más,.y la Reina Vanessa tuvo que cuidar a Thomy y A Samantha sola ...listo se entiende?, okey..empecemos...--------------------------------------------------------------------------Phineas: Oh, querida Vanessa...-se va hacia a ella y la abraza-te ves radiante..Vanessa: Gracias...uyy...y quien vino contigo acaso es la pequeña princesa?..-dijo buscandola detras de su papá...Phineas: jajja no seas timida hija pasa al frente y saluda...Marie: h-hola mucho gusto soy la princesa Marie...-le dijo saludandola con mucha cortesía y nerviosismo..Vanessa: mucho gusto princesita...-ve athomas volteado, se acerca y le dice- saluda hijo...Thomas: hola princesa Marie, me da mucho gusto que vengas a visitarnos...Marie: se inclina con su vestido- el gusto es mío principe Thomas...-ve que thomas
Fausta wrobili w PiekloLucyfero czy pomadką Twoją krew jest?Och... maliny to! Truskawki!Pani mroku, a na imię - "Niosę Światłość"."Zła to baba. Musi kusi!Wężem w gardło i zadusi"Panie plebanie, co w tej sułtanie?Panie starosto, gdzie droga prosta?Panie doktorze, czy mi pomoże?Ach, och, banknoty?Ach, och, monety?Kiedy ja tylko tak ładnie proszę..."Musi to diabeł, bo z Lucyferą,ja go nie leczę. Skądże, przez pieniądz?Jeno mi ściągnie jakie złe moce.Że w te to moce za nic nie wierzę?Oj plotłem głupstwa, lecz w dobrej wierze.Chcecie to diabła mieć za sąsiada?"Podatkiem w kark go. Głowa upada."Jak ciąć diabelstwa, dobrze ja wiem to"Oj no plebanie! Ale tak w duszę?Oj no sołtysie! Ale tak w portfel?Oj no doktorze! Może pomożesz?A Hipokrates...!"Ojcze nasz święty!Ten człek przeklęt
Ode to Alarm ClocksO, mightyMagnificentAlarm clock.What everwould I doWithout yourCONSTANT NAGGING!Where would I go?How would I find itIn my miserable selfTo get up and elopeTo my CRAPPY JOB!!What could possiblyEver motivate meTo turn off yourUnholy sound?Certainly not breakfast,Or rest.Surely not to alarm the beastKnown as "Mittens".O alarm clock,What could make youEven more joyfulThan an odeTo your brightness andYelling and electronic screams.I would rather haveA napalm spread across my back,Then lit on fire,Than have you in my house.Get out,O magnificent alarm clock,Get out.
ButtsThat moment when you get a request for a poem about butts...But what if I don't want to make this poem?But why would he ask for this?But how am I suppose to make such a poem?But what will people think of me?But will I make it a mature one, the poem?But what does he want from it?But who would write something of a poem?But-but-but-but-but-but-but-but I dun't wanna write a poem 'bout butts!Here's your poem, you butt:Roses are red,Violets are blue,This is about a butt,You nasty mutt.
A short poem about rain...A short poem about rain:Rain falls like tears of angels,Rain falls at an angle,Rain falls slightly off the vertical axis,As people scurry to buses and taxis,I'm getting wet standing here...Tears of the sky, quencher of flame...Over land or water it's always the same,It's rain.Fuck you rain.
Fetish.Once upon a time, there was a man.He made me smile like no man can.He stole my heart with one touch of his lips,But then he found out I was into whips.And off with my heart he ran.