MUDKIPZ NOOOOO!
quite a silly april fools thing, though. I found it amusing, anyway.
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Population: 2We are the smallest state-nation. Our flag will be that of heartbreakPopulation: 2
my friend gave me the most beautiful message last night: "be safe tomorrow take good care of that heart it's a good one."
I am writing both messages down on a piece of paper to carry them around with me in my pocket today. When my world gets turned upside down, I can lace the comforting phrases between my fingers in hopes that it will keep the nightmares at bay. With luck, I will posses a crumpled talisman, rather than a broken heart.
by ~avariel
sidestepget out of the way They're coming through. step aside The Important Ones: The Protagonists; The Heroes. They ride on mighty steeds, wearing shining plates of armor Ornate and exquisite. sidestep left. Unique: there is not another soul like Them. let Them pass and then turn and fade away into a faceless crowdsidestep
by ~avariel
scratchto forget explored crevices behind the thin translucent bedsheets--flower patterns etched in memory, always under shining stars:scratch
scratch away.
scratch away.
by ~avariel
138138: Awaking from the dream, I find myself nocturnal, endlessly pacing dimly lit corridors. A stupid boy to believe in delusional visions.138
Pools of bread and chocolate ((now false; full of bitterness)), congeal, and are laid bare before him.
The mind maddens when pale perspiring dreams taste closer than the tap-tapping of fingernails upon plastic surfaces.
by ~avariel
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c(")(") I'm a bunny... There is no way in hell I can be hyper and spastic! *runs around and runs into a wall...poor wall*
-Mackenzie
(Sorry if I already said this in a reply.)
You're a poet? I'll have to stop by at some point and check out your work. Remind me, could you?
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Well, if it isn't fat stinking billygoat Billyboy in poison. How art thou, thou globby bottle of cheap stinking chip-oil? Come and get one in the yarbles, if you have any yarbles, you eunuch jelly, thou.
tee. you could say I am a poet...phrases just sort of come and go sometimes, and I jot them down, and work them until they make sense. No expert, but I'm told I've got some talent. (though re-reading some earlier teenage angst poems just makes me wince. but who hasn't written those? XD)
-shamelessly reminds you to check 'em out. :3-
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