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Devious Journal EntryTipsy-turvy, see the world go blurry
round and round, they're running in a scurry
yellow monster with a pendulum swinging
hush now children, finish your singing.
Spooky-scary, creatures big and hairy
many come but few stay and tarry
sun goes down and stars come out to play
run inside and sleep until the day.
Glowing eyes, monsters in the t.v.
running hiding hope he doesn't see me
in the hall where dinner is served
remains the spirit of the poisoned sir
Oh, be careful, children play in bedrooms
down the hall, where the shadow looms
take the item, never go back
fingers like ice scraping down your back.
On the bridge the lass awaits the dream
to return the piece of her wing
shall she come or be locked away
the strange house is where she went astray.
Second floor of the building unnamed
appears the girl who awaits
in a rich mansion, she listens carefully
three simple words: "Don't talk to me"
This poem has silently disturbed you
at the same time, strangely perturbed you
shall you find the
Pop Goes the SneasleAll around the Razz berry bush
the Mankey chased the Sneasle
the Mankey thought was all in good fun
then POP goes the Sneasle!
A penny for a spool of thread
a penny for a needle
and that's the way the money goes
POP goes the Sneasle.
Every night when I get home
The Mankey's on the table,
Take a stick and knock it off,
Pop! goes the Sneasel.
A half a pound for a poffin
feed it to a Smeargle
and that's the way the water flows
POP goes the Sneasle.
Modern WarfurWARNING: THE FOLLOWING JOURNAL CONTAINS SCENES OF UTTER LONLINESS AND TOTAL CAT OBSESSION WRITTEN BY A CRAZY CAT LADY. VIEWER DESCRESION IS ADVISED.
so I found out we have four new kittens (:3) the older cats hate them, but the kittens love me. I didn't know why until not five minutes ago: Daredevil (one of the oldest) started to climb up my legs, so I leaned down to kiss him (xoxo) and he started to purr and rub up on my hair, believing is was another cat!!!! Like, I did my hair perfectly, MINIMUM FRIZZ and STILL, it's confused for a fat cat I wear on my head -.-
Giving up on Giving UpI'm just a guest -
this old house belongs to you
and if you choose to let it crumble
I will watch / I can't watch.
your floorboards still creak love
like the last time I was here
and you won't let me speak love
but I can't just disappear
I know I'm just a guest -
but you asked me to come
you asked me to stay with you,
asked me to watch you (but I can't).
the wallpaper's too thin love
I can hear the violins
this isn't why I came, love,
decoupage and violence
I could be just a guest here
amid the statues and the stone
but if the dust settles on you
I can't watch, I can't watch -
the kitchen tap, it leaks love,
it stains the counters brown,
I've never seen you eat, love
ever since I came around
and I am just a guest
and the doorbell doesn't work,
if you choose to live in silence
I will wait, I can't wait
I will wait, I can't watch
I can't watch,
I can't watch
your wilting eyes cry again
and your Cain and Abel lips lie again
The Honors StudentThere goes the honor student
poised and so polite
there she walks with head held high
though you would never know her plight
Often times shes on her feet
more than once cried herself to sleep
lost in a bed of thorns
the honors student's thoughts so deep
Many nights she counts sheep
nightmares to great to take a leap
into the darkness that is dreams
the heart within her starts to beat
Sometimes they see her walking by
an unknown emotion in her eye
Hair like golden sun
the honor student partakes in fun
Now no longer the honor student
not so poised and not so polite
yet she still walks with her head held high
free now of her heavy plight
A smile rested on her face
sleep no longer a blundering race
tears all dry and no more sheep
Now just a girl fast asleep
No one will tell her what to do
time to bid a old life adieu
a fresh new start across the world
There she goes.
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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