Rhyme, Rhyme
#2 of poetry nursery rhymes; diverse. won't work in this universe. rhyme, rhyme, so sublime - if you'd catch up with the times. fine lines? piece of cake! but the rain they've yet to make. spells, spells. ring the bells!
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...
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...
The Search
You'll never know, You'll never find, Unless you know What it is to hide, From all the others, From all around, Until you're run Into the ground, You then will find, To your surprise, That what you seek, Lay before your eyes.
A Key
#1 of rhyming and other stuff . let us go where we want to be let us be where we want to go . even paths most traveled can still lead to roads less followed . to let go is to accept at the same time something you've maybe neglect .
(poem) Let’s Hear It for the Fox
**Let's Hear It for the Fox** By Danath \* \* \* Of all the anthro types we know, Perhaps but one takes insults so And if it please the reader now Examine thus and break it down When hearing of this stereotype Such savage utterance of...
3.14
I am shy, My brain is fried, All i can do is hide, From what is inside, But yet if i die, -And i dont lie- I wouldnt fly, I would have only tried, And yet you sigh But my love is unending, Just like Pi -Wolf
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...
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.
Deep
I long for dreams of oceans deep, of sailing upon the waves, for t'would mean I've had hours of sleep, instead of thoughts depraved. But to sleep would have my friends away, for they live across the world. Aches are a small price to pay, for...
Technologic
The trappings of man's design leave me with an addiction, a burning need to flee, to leave this world behind, adrift in a self made fiction as my mind, unchained, feels free.
I Don't Know the Color of His Eyes
I Don't Know The Color of His Eyes I have seen them more that most Yet their color escapes me. I am quite fond of their host But their shade I never see. Every time I take a look I get lost in their luster. My body and spirit shook My...