Since thisnotalt( pretty sure I got the spelling wrong) suggested it, I think I will create a thread just to post my stories. Ok now to find them... *Digs deep into the AMW Section to find his stories*
And apart from that, poems. I don't work on one, it pops up on me when I'm inspired. Then I write.
I love "Thirteen Ways To Kill Me". Love it love it love it. Infact, I love every one you've written. And it makes me jealous I can't write like that :P So... post it post it! It's ttly awshum. Nuff said. -opens notepad- -starts to type- -pauses- -clicks the exit button. Doesn't save-
Though it was meant to be a private poem, since Jess wants it here, all of you will have the privilege of reading this poem.
Thirteen Ways to Kill Me
Thirteen ways to kill me, It doesn't matter how you decree. Thirteen ways to wipe me off, It doesn't matter I'm aloft.
A copper bullet to the head, Burst of fire to see me dead. It'll be quick just pull the trigger, My brains in orbit, eyes a last flicker.
A thick knife to my chest, Won't it simply be the best? Spurt of pale rose liquid, A scythe to cut off the weed.
A glass of gin laced with cyanide, Bittersweet drink for my iron side. It glides gracefully down my throat, Your eyes twinkle and mine gloat.
String me up with a course noose, Tighter so I won't run loose. I'm a puppet in the rafter's hands, Swinging ever so slightly like a fan.
Lock me in a room to starve, On my gravestone you can carve. I'll eat the sweet tasteless air, Join me please if you would care.
Or nail me to a wooden cross, But shine it first with a layer of gloss. A dozen nails should suffice, Lamb to the slaughter for sacrifice.
You can drown me in the deep blue sea, I'll see the bright fish and corals with glee. Bubbles issue from my open mouth, As my fingers stretch Down South.
Push me off the Grand Canyon, To see my skeleton alone and abandoned. I'll fly at an exhilarating speed, Now who would commit such a deed?
Run me over with your Cherry Chevy, You'll see my flattened face all merry. Sleeping eternally on the road, My bones crack, my body implodes.
Light me with the Roman candle, The wax on its silver handle. I'll burn bright for the entire World, Spark of crimson like a church mural.
Slit my outstretched wrists, Watch the droplets drip in bliss. I apologize I've stained your rug, Life fades away, pull the plug.
Choose a nice scenic meadow, Bury me alive don't forget the pillow. Pile the warm loamy dirt on, Cover me with leaves and fronds.
Or just flash that sweet killer smile, Matched not even by Cleopatra of the Nile. I'll have one hurried longing gaze, Before falling dead and amazed.
