[bigwig.]

For so long, for so long, I have hidden what is true.
For so long, for so long, I have hidden it from you.
For so long, for so long, Your life has been a lie.
For so long, for so long, Now let me tell you why.

I was walking one day,
And walked toward where a strange crater lay.
It was no meteor, but some ruined pod,
Just a wreck among the leaves and sod.
Inside, a baby with the strangest tail,
And an angry, violent nature, so if I even touched him he would flail.

But there was nothing in the world I would give up for,
And nothing in the world I wanted more,
Than to make this satan spawn, this demon child,
Be more kind, less wild,
Calmer, less destructive,
Someone to be the hero, to help others live.

And now I look at you, my boy, and what you have done,
I see my dreams of love and fun,
And they where all in vain.
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Yay! I finally wrote a poem!

[AloisTrancyLuffs]

Didn't you already write one shadowfang??

[* frappuccino]

You can do multiple. I don't see anything wrong with it c:.

[Taylor☆Gang]

yeah, i wrote several.

[Saikiyo]

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8
what shall you create?
so many poses
what one it will be only thorn knows


something for thorn

[Pharaoh]

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8
what shall you create?
so many poses
what one it will be only thorn knows


something for thorn

Whenever I read that, to make it rhyme in my head [because my brain is weird like this], I read it...
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8
what shall you create?
so many poses
what one it will be only thorn noses

[Taylor☆Gang]

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8
what shall you create?
so many poses
what one it will be only thorn knows


something for thorn

Whenever I read that, to make it rhyme in my head [because my brain is weird like this], I read it...
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8
what shall you create?
so many poses
what one it will be only thorn noses

Hehe, Thorn noses.

[Pharaoh]

It's the truth, guys. If you read it you'll know I'm in a good writing mood again. :D

The writer keeps on writing.
It's never very simple.
Sometimes when it is looking bleak.
It ends up so divine.
The writer keeps on writing.
The songs are sung in tune.
The daily light drifts daintily.
Across the little room.

As day becomes a night-time.
And sun becomes a moon.
The writer keeps on writing.
To that same, familiar rhyme.
It's never really easy.
To explain the sudden urge.
But the writer knows just when to write.
And the time is now, tonight's the night.

When it comes to writing stories.
It's quite plain, as you can see.
When you're not up writing big tales.
You're as low as you can be.
But the writer keeps on writing.
And they never let it stop.
For when you're at the highest point.
You cannot let it leave.

And then you hit rock-bottom.
And your fame is gone away.
So the writer keeps on writing.
And fulfills themselves each day.
The speech is flowing faster.
And the sun is begins to rise.
Yet the muse is here, and without fail.
So the writer keeps it up.

They do not know quite what they write.
But they know they must, going day and night.
Until they see with satisfied eyes.
That they've done their perfect job.
So if ever you feel like writing.
You'd better go find your pen.
For the writer keeps on writing.
And the never stop, you know.

[* frappuccino]

...AMAZING O_O.

[Pharaoh]

Life turns up and down.
Life turns around.
Life turns inside out.
Life turns all about.
Yet it seems that life
Will just keep turning.
All you can do
Is try to hang on.

- - - -

"You're Ugly
Stupid
Unloved
Undervalued"
Nobody Knows
But People Hurt
Words Hurt
Actions Hurt
And When I
Am Hurting Most
Is When I
Am Hurting Least
Because I
Can Bottle
Up Pain
Much Easier
Than Sunshine
Sunshine Is Slippery
It Flies About
But Pain Lingers
Never Fades
For Every Word
That Breaks
My Heart
A Shard
Of Shattered Hope
Falls In My Jar
And That's
Much More
Than Sunny Rays
On Sunny Days
Because Sunshine
Is Fleeting
And Pain
Is Everywhere


I'm in one of my moods again. I'm having one of my record worst days, and I've cried several times [which I never do] so I thought I'd let it out in a pathetic poem.