I find it kind of amusing that my last poem was inspired by the pants I'm wearing..
They have holes in the knees, and I can see my tights through them ;)
Also, typically, by the snow..
I don't know why I thought you guys needed to know that.. xD

lets be Killjoy! wrote:The world leaves me no chance
it leaves me dangling from a branch
of broken hopes and broken dreams,
I can even hear the silent screams
Comimg from inside me,
beside me.
I release the voices in my head,
all the things that have been said.
I brake open my fragile wall,
along with it my sanity falls.
I let go my everlasting stream of tears,
besaide my fears.
I yell at the little creature sctteround around me,
I wish they had never found me.
I whispers worries to the wind,
I have let it win.
but I will not say sorry.
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Ðøη'т fσяgεт тø £ιvε, ßεcαυsε bεƒσяε yøυ kηøω ιт yøυя £ιfε hα§ εη∂ε∂
{{Sorry to all my current Rp's for my drop in activity, I've been having some technical difficulties}}
Jam
ƒour wrote:Once upon a time,
In a land of mystique
A bird looked at me,
And parted its beak
From the beak,
of the soft little bird,
there was a story,
begging to be heard
"I was not always a bird,"
the creature said to me,
"This body of mine,
is the result of greed."
With a sad look in his eyes,
The bird tipped his small head,
"I walk the earth
on behalf of the dead."
"I need your help,"
said the bird to me,
"I need you to do this,
for I cannot see."
I wondered and pondered
how could this be true?
"Please tell me sweet bird,
what do I do?"
"I have one request,
I place upon you.
Open your eyes;
That is all you must do."
"But, little bird,
what do you mean?
My eyes are open,
My vision is keen."
The bird simply chuckled,
as he played his own part,
"Not the eyes on your face,
but the eyes in your heart."
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