

On a Scale of 1 to 10I could say you're my one, and end it there and say I'm done. But after one, then comes two, my shining sun and waning moon. Yet beyond two comes number three, for three is more than two you see. The best comes yet I say you're four, but by now I must implore. Would you rather be a five? Do you risk it and take the dive? There it is now, number six, but can you pass what comes next? A greater spot, are you seven? umm... What rhymes with that, go to heaven? Heck with that, you're an eight! Meeting you was an act of fate. Farther still I give you a nine, you're not just good, you are divine!  On a Scale of 1 to 10


My DeskI look upon my shadow, cast down onto my desk. The fake wood feels so cold, as I lay my head to rest.My Desk
I ponder if what I feel is fake, much like this desk of wood. If my actions in each day, are helping do some good.
This desk is useful, does many things, a bed for one I say. A stool for some, a surface for others, a place for work and play.
But me? I sit, and make use of it, and give no gratuity. For this work I charge to others, this desk gives out for free
While I state, all my complaints, it stands without a so


HAPPY POEMI tried to write a happy poem, instead it turned out sad, and though others thought it good, I thought it rather bad. It had sorry words like cry and fall, it brought about depression. Now with these words of joy and glee, I have a true confession. Pretty bird in pretty house now sings a pretty song! Silly dog and silly cat have chased their tails to long! Happy face with happy smile, spreads a good disease! Hairy elbows on the table, use your manners please. Cheer up, it's bright and hot, we're all burning up in flame! Unique and different, all together, I'm glad I'm half insane. IHAPPY POEM


Looking for lost thingsBleep Bleep Bleep... testing, are you there Where's that one person who I felt use to care. Can't you hear me, I'm lost and calling. I've lost my wings broken and falling. I had a light that shone with glory, A beacon of hope to the end of my story. But a foul wind came and blew it out, And took my heart now filled with doubt. I need my wings, I want to soar, But I'm weighted down stuck to the floor. Where are you now, my friend and hope, Remember those words that I once spoke? Say them to me, I need them back Give me your heart for mine I lack.Looking for lost things


DisappointmentDisappointmentDisappointment
The leaves are turning yellow. The earth is cracked and dry. The grass crying, curling, dying, reaching to the sky.
The clouds are black and heavy The scorching sun has fled Lightning flashing ,thunder rolling,
somewhere over head
A gust of wind rips harshly. The trees begin to sway. drip drop, the clouds are banished, no rain, I think, today.


Molly PitcherShe was molly with the pitcher to the men upon the wall, and her lover at the cannon was the envy of them all.Molly Pitcher
Her purpose to bring water through the thick of shot and shell to the men who fought the battle and existed in that hell.
But her bravery goes much further than just simply giving aid. For she saw her lover fall as she approached the cannonade.
She hurried toward her lover, dropped the pitcher on the way, But she ran right past him, or so the legions say.
She stepped up to the cannon, his position at the gun. The battle wildly rages, and the
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I speak without uttering a single word
To depict images for those who cannot see
Tell truths with lies in my theater of the absurd
Bread and circuses, inflections, melancholy
Come near so I may whisper of things unheard
Come, join the folly.
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i'm giggling into oblivion
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"You blew up the world I built for us, destroyed our secret universe."
I'm Samus Aran in the DA Crazy-for-Characters Crew!
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but if we do not torture the words, how will we ever know their full meaning.
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I'm an Individualist
I play with different types of poetry
thank you
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but if we do not torture the words, how will we ever know their full meaning.
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The ghost of my cactus is laughing at you...
the game
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I'm an Individualist
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but if we do not torture the words, how will we ever know their full meaning.
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