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Speak my true name,
Read it from Luci's list.
Only then can I say,
''Hallo welt, mein name ist..''

Didn't know my name?
Oh yes, I exist.
Hell, it lives through me,
''Hallo welt, mein name ist..''

She is the brightest beauty of all

She is the brightest beauty of all,
And he of all would know best,
When she innocently caused his fall,
And he now flounders in the mess.

Confusion rankles my heart.

Confusion rankles my heart,
Fingers grown so white,
Yet knuckles squeezed red,
Holding, bruisingly tight.

The art of their protection,
In my eyes, in all directions,
Criticising the blackest skies,
Mesmerised by their reflections.

Soft, softly, softer still

Gosh that was hard :/

Soft, softly, softer still,
Whisper sweet nothings in my ear,
A voice like fleeting chill,
Just that little promise dear?


Tiptoe down the dusty memory lane.

Tiptoe down the dusty memory lane
And I wonder:
Why must I tread so quietly
Why do I fear awakening my own memories

They probably don't remember me
I'm a stranger to my past
Never knowing the me of tomorrow

But these old friends and enemies
behind doors-
I don't even know if they are locked
I can't even bring myself to knock
I just walk down the street, leaving

Foot prints in dust.

My life is like a simile

My life is like a simile:
As random as a bumblebee.

I heard the bells on Christmas Day

I heard the bells on Christmas Day,
Singing with their solemn voices,
As I lay in my toasty bed,
Thinking of the past year's choices.

The bells' song brought to my mind,
All I'd wished for as a child,
When everything was possible,
My imagination running wild.

I promise

"I promise."
"I'll be by your side."
And I believed you.
I didn't think you lied.

Until I realized,
This is just a game.
I cared and you didn't,
What a shame.

I gave you my heart,
I thought I had yours too.
But when I went out with my friends,
I saw her. With you.

You told me you were at home.
You weren't going out tonight.
We won't make a scene here,
We'll go home to fight.

You said you were
By my side, hmm?
Well not only mine,
But a few others, too.

Now I left,
I ran out the door.
Hopped into my car,
Down the road I tore.

Maybe I should't be
Going 100 down the highway.
But that doesn't matter.
I just have to get away.

____

Yeah I had to end it early, but whatever.

Haha

Haha! he shouted,
As he threw his knife,
That was for my papa
And this is for my wife!

And so as he yelled,
Firing his gun
The enemy flag was felled
And the battle was won!

DANG IT. TOO MUCH BATTLEFIELD 3.
Off the battlefield!

Off the battlefield!
Return home to dead houseplants
No one watered you...?

Stop it! Just stop it already!

Stop it! Just stop it already!
I'm tired of the lax and arbitrary!
Get off your butt and shut your lips
And don't eat all the onion dip >


I do not like pie

i do not like pie
the kind of soft brown pie
the people who eat it
are known to die
so never ever eat the cow pie
____________________
soft and squishy avacados

Sing this in your head (or really loudly) to a really sad tune.

"Soft and squishy avocados"
The solitary first line said.
Lines like this, I must admit,
Are not why I come to this thread.

I clicked on these three words,
Eager to write some art,
Imagine my heavy disappointment,
When all I found was this sad start.

The sadness weighs on my heart,
And I can't contain my dismay,
As I hope for better lines,
Perhaps sometime later today.

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