Who am I?
Who am I but a baby Who just cries and eats And keeps you awake When I should be asleep? Who am I but a toddler Who can hardly stand And proceeds to annoy you Whenever I can? Who am I but a child Who asks for too much Talks for the world yet...
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 Pollution
Ode to Pollution Earth Days come and Earth Days go But this is the one that we'll all know In an age where green is considered kind Another has something else in mind Recycling cans for a tenth of penny? Planting trees for the benefit of...
A Furry Love Story - To Room 7
So Henry went on through the day Until he heard a sound He pushed a button on his wrist And this is what he found The meeting place was to be moved Away from room thirteen The meeting would be someplace else Inside a room more clean The...
Dileneate
Delineate (01/07/2018) What is it like to be a part of this crew? Read for a moment and I'll share it with you, It's often a lonely and secretive life, It's forever enduring a personal strife, To desire a dream that can never come true, The...
Chapter XV: Three Months
"this rhyming is killing me, let's get off this planet." and twilight getting off the horse, put his hand up, "okay, janet." "see what i mean." "don't worry my queen."
Just Once: Time for an Awkward Coffee Shop Date
After pointing that out, albus was asked by jem "please sing or just speak to me the nursery rhyme". albus then said "it's supposed to be sung with an australian accent, but here it goes.
The Pale Gardener (Poem)
Fall swift like rain and land upon his patch; Trees halt your speed with leaves and break your fall First sight, the truth is almost hard to latch The gardener so pale and blue guides all Death is no enemy to you or me, He wants not fear but for you to...
The Sonnet to the Stalker
Four stanzas, fourteen lines, ababcdcdefefgg rhyming pattern. i'm not too swell at stress, but hopefully it was close. enjoy.
My journey to power and royalty.
Now this is a story all about how my life got flip turned upside down And I'd like to take a minute just sit right there, I'll tell you how I became the Prince of a town called Bel-Air In west Philadelphia born and raised, on the playground was where...
Heaven's Vixens song book
Heaven's Vixens song book by Night's Angel LIVE ROUND It's the end for you and I. The time has come make the final bet. There's no turning back now. So load it with a live round And give that wheel a spin I'll lay it all out on the line This...
29. The Minstrel's Misery
"so, why are you singing then if you're going to restrict an obvious rhyme." the braxien scoffed at the girl. "i am not trying to rhyme necessarily. a limerick doesn't have to." "sure it does if it fits." she said. "why is it you're singing anyway?"