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The Last AdventureThe Last Adventure
Life is an adventure
Going to new places,
Seeing new faces.
Making new friends.
A great adventure.
But, in the end,
There is one last adventure
We'll be doing that till we die.
It's called Love.
The GlowThe Glow
Dictated by Puabi
What brings a glow of fire
To a single woman's eyes?
What curves her red lips
Into a joyful smile?
The promise, the delivery,
The receipt of love.
When she was waiting
Such a long while,
And it comes to her heart
In her surprise.
Imagine, when it comes
To a woman like me,
The brightness of the glow
In her eyes.
The AccursedThe Accursed
Cole Dawson was a vigilante with a curse
But that would not twist his soul
He believed since his childhood days
That he had a role to play for the world
So the day came when he had to play it
His beloved town was at a terrible risk
Cole ignored his curse
And answered the call right quick
But when came night and the moon was full
Cole's curse flared typically
His limbs shed human hair for lupine stuff
His eyes flared and his teeth grew sharp
Cole continued his task despite the change
And pursued his foe like wolves hunt sheep
By dawn the town lay calm and free
The Scourge of the ContinentThe Scourge of the Continent
If there ever was a beast that made men shudder
That made the wise men regret their births
That made the bravest men scamper
That would be olde Gardammer
The most evil dragon that walked the earth
Never was it benignant
With a tyrannical bent to conquer and rule
Definitively a carnivore
Such creatures never were herbivores
He made the Goths lose their minds
He made the Gauls gulp their wines
And made the clever wish to be fools
Gardammer lay far below the local church
By a crazed priest with a grudge against his brothers
That made the monster cannibalistic in nature
Eating the priests then, and later others
The Sea MonsterThe Sea Monster*
The evening sky was dull and dark
The waves, they crested high
The scout peered through his telescope
But it seemed no land was nigh
Not a hill or shore in sight
The waves rocked and shook the ship
The ship seemed doomed to sink
Then a mighty length of slimy scales reached out
It's complexion dark as ink
It entwined round the aft before anyone could think
From what they saw, it seemed unlike
An octopus or squid
But none on board had time to probe
In an instead all were dead
And the ship lay on the sea bed
Woman's CharmsWoman's Charms
For me, the first and foremost,
It is in most of my poetry
The second is her touch
That small, slender hand
The third is no less powerful
That is her tears
(Why does she cry?)
Tender, happy tears
To be in love
After so long
Two HaikusTwo Haikus
Fiery ball of light
Billion year old lantern for earth
One day it must die
Whiskered lord of the woods
You know best how to survive
What matters evil or good?
To My Faithful SelfTo my faithful self
Love letter to oneself 2014
How do I love me?
Let me count all the ways.
I love the fairness of my mind,
A characteristic hard to find.
I love the gentleness of my manner,
Others mark me as very kind.
I love the way I ease through life,
Mindful of others pain and pleasure.
These ways and more
Are my private treasures.
Addressee Well-KnownAddressee Well-Known
To: my dear me.
When half the world is divided
When half its people are undecided
About how much you are worth
The solution may be easy to see
Live your life calm and free
Then go to add to your value
On a parallel new earth
The other half may never believe
That you have much worth
Indeed, your mother GRHS
Complained since your birth.
She's a WriterShe sits at her desk
Her headphones in,
The world shut out.
She bleeds for others
As words fly from
Her mind to her fingertips.
She stares at the screen,
At every little comment,
The good and the painful.
She forms her emotions
Into books and poems
To throw away the hurt.
She's a writer,
And her best weapons
Are her mind and her pen.
BetrayedI won't swallow your lies anymore
I can't stand your presence
You used to be my friend
But you're nothing to me now
And soon you'll be
Another bad memory
I won't be able to forget
Do you know what it feels like...To be lonely?
To be bullied?
To be called ugly?
To be unattractive?
To be compared to other women?
To be considered unnormal?
To be unloved even though you give love to others?
To face issues that you don't in reality know how to fix?
To think that your goal you're reaching for, is unattainable?
To feel like the cause of many people's problems?
To be held up on a high pedistal that you can't get down off of?
To realize that people don't like you based on your personailty?
To at no avail, keep up your happy and upbeatness for others?
To look at happy couples and wish that you had someone to be happy with?
To stop fighting for anything anymore?
You AgainOh, it's you again. I must admit,
The crooning has
The lies have been
And mine are like swords
It's just you and me
In this sick game
I can tell
You're pulling me in,
And I don't have
To pull you down
Sometimes, I've had
And all I see is
Then it became
I don't know
How to escape
Dark to see.
And all I can
Wonder at every
Turn I make
When can it be
By the LakeSat beneath a Christmas tree in late-March.
The ground is damp but pliant, it pretends to accept me
and then sneaks its cold fingers through my clothes
to dampen my spirits further with its chilly undertones.
I stare at the river, plump with soon-to-be April showers.
It does roly-polys over the smallest of obstacles and goes on.
It reminds me of what I should be able to do.
It runs as I grind to a full stop, and consider my life sentence.
The sky is blue; not like me, but bright and crisped;
Its been blurred by an amateur around the edges with cloud
But they don’t threaten me with rain just yet so, for now, we are friends.
The sun is missing. No one knows where she is.
She could be dead, by now. At the bottom of the lake.
Could have slunk there in a midday sunset.
She could of drowned her sorrows in the ricocheting tides
of a man made dam and its loosened throat. She could be.
She is not, she is hiding.
The sun hides from the world but leaves a blue sheen behind
to let everyone k
flower petalsi know that when we touch
that my energy is yours
that we are like flowers
because at our roots
we need water and love,
we reach tall as we can
to get to the sun
and stretch our leaves
to welcome it all;
and when we touch
i know that our skin isn’t skin
too soft for this world
when it grows rough with gravel
so i invite you back to our bed,
soft with the earth
where we can lie gently
and sleep until it is time
Reasons We Love Homestuck“Reasons we love H O M E S T U C K.”
Why do this love this web comic, you ask?
Maybe it’s just the way the fandom rolls,
or how mean Andrew Hussie trolls.
It could possibly be Eridan’s accent (WWyeh?)
or even Feferi’s keyboard trident. (---E)
Some people say it’s Equius’ broken bows and arrows, ( D →)
but what about Nepeta’s meows and roleplays? (:33 <)
We really do love Sollux’s lisp,
and also when Karkat’s pissed. (FUCKASS!)
Including Kanaya's fabulous lipstick,
it's also Rose's amazing magic.
How about when Dave starts rapping
and Jade Harley begins napping?
We love Vriska’s eight-pupiled eye,
and how John is such an adorable guy.
Or maybe it’s with all the sprites
or how prospit glows bright.
Can’t forget about Derse’s darkness
or Gamzee and all his soberness. (WHOOPS.)
There’s also this thing with Tav and stairs
which he t
ConfrontationI shed a tear
The damage will be severe
Run away in fear?
I'll fight until the coast is clear!
I Don't Come with the Edgesi.
It cries the way dragonflies leave ripples
in the rain. On days I swallow
whirlpools for breakfast and
drown with libraries for fun,
I can almost allow myself to forget
And it doesn’t want to make
me kneel on my shoulders
or pluck the weeds
from my scars;
I can see it try so hard
to be my friend.
But if I could choose
polka dots over tail lights
and sun screen over
I wouldn’t think thrice
or even once
not to blow the candles
on my grave.
That’s why I keep
the colons of analog clocks
under my tongue;
so I could keep the
figures eight of cliché’s
as keepsakes for old age.
I like to think infinities
have loopholes; tree rings
that dissolve into each other
with exhales for a caress.
And just when the tones
of lyrics would enter the
eutony of names, only then
would I drift into love.
When I wouldn’t be holding
my blood in my temples-
when all I am is a thought.
The running footsteps
we’ve come to cla
Strange New World (edited)Strange New World (edited)
Memoirs of a Mad Poet Vol. III
I am a lone and a lonely alien
In this strange new world
From childhood I felt so much
Out of place
Sitting silent, staring dumbfounded
Family and neighbors all derided
Mother thought I was a
So was Einstein, supposedly
Mother exclaimed [to father]
"He lives in his own world!"
I do.Because it is better
Than this one.
Strange new world
I no longer know which one
That I do not belong in it
The citizens stare at me
I am not a monster
Truth to tell
I play better than them
At being human.
I am alien. Not just foreign.
My home world is not on Earth
I have tried for years to leave
Like a lone airplane in its hangar
In a storm
Waiting for the abatement
When it comes,
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