KittenQU
I write when I am bored, and when bored I write. / / Honestly, what would this world (mainly myself) do without spell check? / / I can sometimes get a little deep, sometimes even dark but I am truly a light and airy person, my hand just writes what it wants. / / Most poems are about stories I have written or roleplays I am in, and some are just weird things that came to mind and that i just did for fun. Isn't that the reason we write so creatively?
Let's be honest here,
On this enlightened day.
Here I stand in fear,
Not exactly sure what I should say.
I stand before you,
Trembling in fright,
My sad reality has come true,
As I keep my composer with all my might.
Look, yes, I make mistakes,
More than most seems,
I know I made your heart ache,
But know it haunts my dreams.
You are my friend,
And this friendship I don't want to end,
Because of my stupidity,
My dishonesty
And certainly my arrogance.
Here I stand before you,
Asking, begging, for forgiveness.
A request, not an order.
A true mess of an offer.
But yet here I still stand,
Holding out my hand,
A gesture that I hope for you to take.
A gesture to mend the broken pieces.
A gesture of a friend.
A gesture I hope for you to take.
Nov 13, 2016
Nov 13, 2016 at 2:07 PM UTC
Roses or red
Violets are blue
Our rps are fun
I want nothing new
I hope we are friends,
I hope this is true,
as I always try
to look out for you.
I will never forget
About our little crew,
Fighting many battles
and losing my shoe.
It would break me,
if you said you must bit my adieu,
as so much word and imagination
is what made this rp grew.
All the problems,
I would have never gotten through,
Are all thanks to
little old you.
So come on now,
just me and you,
two phones and two lives,
But one rp is drew.
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 5:01 AM UTC
Look at me,
Look at me!
As pretty as can be!
My hair so curly,
My teeth so pearly,
My cloths so neat,
Making me look so sweet.
My shoes on point,
I know I won't disappoint,
As I walk down the halls,
Saying **** you all,"
As I know I am pretty,
But unlike you,
I am witty.
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 6:38 PM UTC
I'm a little unicorn,
Short and cute.
Here in my magic horn,
And here is my hoof.
I like to drink my chocolate milk,
And chew on silk.
I **** evil wizards,
And chase the lizards.
Because I'm magic,
Isn't my story tragic?
I was left behind from the ark,
And almost killed by a shark,
(My evil nemesis)
Until I met the pegasus,
And flew back to modern day life,
Only to see my cousins killed with knives,
Oh what a world it is!
How long was I gone?
Can I forgive?
...
No.
**** EVERYONE WILL MY MAGIC HORN OF JUSTICE!"**
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 4:25 PM UTC
The monster is out tonight,
And is ready to bite,
He is looking to fight,
He stands 7 feet in height,
Not one man nor knight,
Could take him down towards the light.
One terrible day,
A brave little man had something to say,
He declared he was going to slay
the big old beast within the month of May,
Everyone knew this man was just old prey,
As he was going to meet the highest price to pay,
When that beast came stomping his way.
That night the monster was hungry,
He was looking for something crunchy,
Something oh so yummy,
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 8:59 PM UTC
Once upon a time,
There was a little crime,
Nothing too big,
Nothing as major as a stolen pig,
But the one who done it,
Felt as if he has done more than the first hit.
He wants to say he didn't mean to do it,
But he knows that is a lie,
People ask him why.
"Why, why do such a thing?"
But he only cries.
He understands what he has done,
He understands that he shouldn't run,
But how couldn't he?
He knows he will never be able to face me
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 4:58 PM UTC
Fourteen long stormy years ago,
Was a dark and gloomy night,
A spidery women as far as we know,
Was looking threw every house's window,
She walked ever so delicately over the snow,
Keeping herself out of sight,
Not a part of her seemed to glow,
All except her eyes that were anything but white.
Not so far away,
A newborn child lay,
Sleeping ever so peacefully,
Smiling ever so sweetly,
How could this creature resist?
The longing she had for that child,
Was a feeling she could not dismiss.
Forget the child's parents!
He must be her new prince,
Her next movements were completely errant,
As the creature just lost control,
She snatched the child up,
Holding him like a pup,
She fled to safety,
Before the child awoke,
The mysterious spider lady,
Took him to her home,
To raise him as her very own.
Now present day,
The child now given himself his own new name,
A prince? That is not want he wants to be,
He wishes to have his own word free,
Tired of staring at blank walls,
The child for the first time travels threw new halls,
Leaving the place his once called home,
Not knowing the new places he will roam,
Not knowing the adventures he will have,
Or the people he will share them with.
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 9:40 PM UTC
The tin warrior,
Stands tall and strong,
His creator looks in horror,
As his new creation has gone terribly wrong.
The tin warrior was suppose to have no heart,
But no, he came out with a part,
The tin warrior was the key to victory,
Now who ever wins the war is a pure mystery,
Who do they blame for this new creation?
Obviously the one who created all this frustration!
The tin warrior has a half a heart,
Not the best, but it is a start,
Instead of stone cold,
It became pure gold,
Only one person knows why,
And it most certainly wasn't the creator guy.
The daughter of the creator,
She was the one,
She may be a traitor,
But she knows what she had done.
The tin warrior was better than a weapon,
The daughter knew that,
She doesn't regret her choices for a second,
The tin warrior was even better than her father was aiming at.
The tin warrior was build for peace,
His sword pure white,
Not a speck of blood upon it,
To walk he used all his might,
To keep his heart pumping,
He struggled greatly,
What the daughter witnessed,
Make her quite shaky.
You see, a heart was meant for man,
And the tin warrior just wasn't it,
The tin warrior went out with a plan,
So he left a dent in this world,
Letting himself shut down,
Knowing his plan was unfurled,
Everything would be fine without him,
As he did his part,
The daughter was grim,
But knew this was just the start,
The tin warrior saved many souls,
And now it was her turn to achieve the tin warriors goals.
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 2:58 PM UTC
Family if forever,
Weather I like it or not,
It is a bond unbreakable,
I will forever be stuck with this lot.
Sure, I must admit,
Family can be annoying,
They sometimes make you loose it,
But this way life never seems too boring,
Because they will never let you quit,
They want to see you soaring!
Family can also be outside of blood,
Since I have my friends too,
I have my new and old buds,
Including little old you.
I have my Sunday friends also,
What a joy that always is,
I have old instructors steps to follow,
And teachers rulings to learn in order to take up any quiz!
I see God's love in all these people,
Friends, family, and parish,
In them I see no evil,
As they all love me so much,
Threw God's work and threw their own way,
All with a gentle touch,
They make sure I don't stray away,
And on the path of God I stay.
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 6:39 PM UTC
My brother and the others,
Make me very mad,
I wish they didn't have the numbers,
Because if I did they would be the ones being sad!
I hate them for their jokes,
Always picking on me,
They act if life down here is a hoax,
Well I'll tell you if it was we wouldn't be down here now would we?
They act as if this is all going to blow over!
Well I bet you its not!
No luck of any clover,
Can save us from this evil plot.
Zombies are here.
Zombies will stay.
No doubt about it.
We will never get our way!
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 5:44 PM UTC