Quietly and slow
#2 of rhyming and other stuff remember: suicide is not the answer, it is a permanent solution to a temporary problem, there are people that love you. in memory of an uncle of mine.
Strike Me Down
---- Directed to a straight man, who I can never be with, I feel this every day, hoping it will lift. • I love you, Sawyer, more than anything, ask what you will, and I will bring. ---- Pick me up then strike me down, I will still look upon...
Kyurex (Pokemon): Part 17 - Me, Myself and I
Blaze was kind of slowly noticing that his rhyming was bad, and just tried to say something. „they are walking now, silent as ever...and-" he searched for a word that rhymed the word ever. "blaze is so clever..." „blaze..."
Collection of Love Poems
A Bright City with Beautiful Eyes This city casts a bright array. The moon, now not so far away. Should I maybe want to stay? Explore this life, I think I may. This light forms a lovely cascade, though all of the color has seemed to fade. Like...
Ode to What Hides Inside. A Poem.
I look in the mirror and who do I see, A reflection of you or a reflection of me? You see what you want and so do I, Who I want to be, by and by. If I could be the soul peering out, a lovely face looking me in the eye, with furry ears and slender...
The Round Trip
I was just taking doc's rhyming dictionary for a spin. - - - he had little will to live much longer: they wanted to make the chemicals stronger. they'd take him in their giant paws, hook him to machines, staunch with gauze.
Alone
Am I alone? The only one who had never known Of the gift that was given to all but my own A strange comfort; The boon of knowing That everything was to stay And that nothing was going To be secure in your thoughts and ideas That there was...
Lost Silhouettes
Skies painted grey Day after day Steeped in sorrow Never departing Not until morrow; A place A space A paradise A thing of mystery An escape from the melancholy But where oh where has morrow flown to? Departed from this place Leaving not a...
Unimportant Verse 5
I know i cannot hope to offer much but word on cloying word, dull rhymes i strain to proffer: small flowers, small gifts, camaraderie.
My Daydream
A living picture of rhymes and games, characters and people, possessing no names. flying through the air, not leaving the sofa. traveling through space, without lifting a finger. back into the times, of the dinosaur's reign.
The Gods
Stare into the night and you might see a fight. not between men, but gods, and at the end you might sob. and as one falls to the ground, dead, the other will bow their head. not over relife or joy, bu becuase they changed the boy. lad or lass...
Shady Impressions
And the rhyming? i... have a mental tic and sometimes i rhyme at random. tick tock the mouse ran up the clock! see? i can't control what i say or when i say it!" russo stared at the figure unconvinced.