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| Gifts of Betrayal I look down. Blood. Lengths of red silk slipping through my fingers. These wounds - gift of my beloved... And marks of my own betrayal. |
| Joyous Guinea Pig Bouncing, flouncing, Pine beddding, hay. Guinea pig pouncing Every which way. Hop left, leap right - Never have I seen Such a joyous sight. Young, green, Cavy-dance into the night. Fur, sheen! |
| Penelope Anderson Mister Anderson, Miss Penelope - When are you going to get mar-ried? Penelope, Penelope, When are you going to mar-ry me? An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, You promised to mar-ry me in our youth! Shame on me, for I did lie - For I promised to hate you un-til I die! And woe, poor Mr. Anderson... |
| Crimson Revenge Many believe in defeat. But not the girl I speak of. Her sword remains unsheathed. She cares not for love. She shed black tears - A sign of a broken heart. He's been gone for years. But her feelings play no part. Eyes that were so deep... Now they are flat stones. How they used to leap - But now she is alone. Crimson, gleaming lips - She licks them as she kills. Nothingness, indifference... She kills be her own will. Tattered black ribbons twist Up and down her bloody gown. Avatars of her victims' same wish - To stop her dead, to bring her down. None of this she will allow... Not before her sweet revenge! Ambrosia and nectar, heavenly cloud... No more of "love" will she pretend. |
| Okay, everyone. Welcome to my Poetry Section...Yay! First I have a few things to ask. They are: Do NOT take/copy my work. Do NOT try to pass it off as your own. I ask so politely. If you don't, I will scrape out your insides with a spoon and feed them to my guinea pig. Thank you. And again, enjoy! |
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| Daft I wish I were as daft As I lead people to believe; Not holding on to things That end up hurting me. Even those that give a chance Eventually give up on me For their own chance at romance Since I choose to say nothing. Silence, though it may be the case, Does not symbolize stupidity. Choosing action without haste Has always lost respectability. I depend on the patience of others To be more than I am. It's sad, because I'm smothered By my own created scam. |
| Violence Are you ready? Pick a weapon. Choose a bat. Wood or aluminum? Aluminum so I can... Feel it hum against your skull? Or wood so I can... Feel your head seperate? Are you ready? Pick a weapon. Gun or sword? Knife or pin? You get a choice. So hurry and make it. Would you like it quick and painless... Without a chance to know? Or long and painful... While I watch your blood flow? You have a choice. Make it. Make it now. |