Do you feel the need to
Howl at the night
To push it back
To send it a fright
To cut the path
To heal the blight
Slide through the past
Find the moonlight
And if you are lucky
You might find a hobbit's tail
May 11
May 11, 2026 at 3:22 AM UTC
She reminds me of a goth girl
Mysterious
Dressed in lace
Waiting for someone to try
Anything
Because she already has
'no'
Written softly on her lips
May 4
May 4, 2026 at 10:55 PM UTC
My deepest wish,
In the Well of Loneliness,
Is to dreeaaam..
Waterfalls
Beneath a setting sun
A place to Scream
Feel the Echaos Reseed
As my voice comes back to me.
May 2
May 2, 2026 at 9:53 PM UTC
This last Fall
Auburn and Bright
Found PlayDough
In the house dight
Fire in the place
Throwing shadows
'cross the room
'What will my parents think'
Crawl back to flirt
The last tomato
Found in the dirt
His hare was too long
His hips were too wide
To fit through the hole
To go down the slide
No sun in the orchard
No reason to go inside
Or Was
May 2
May 2, 2026 at 9:44 PM UTC
In time with her spinner,
Her daughter began dinner,
And the beasts in the pasture were flayed.
Into her ***
She dropped a carrot
And the women chortled away.
When along came the fitter
Who was all bent and bitter
From eating dirt cabbage all day.
Not bothering to knock
He stepped on their ****
And it ba-gawked
as it ran through the foy-yay.
In a manner quite gruff,
The spinner rebuffed,
The fitter for being so gay.
Then her sister came in
Threw down her meat bin
And asked if he'd stay for dinner.
Confused and unsorted,
The fitter retorted,
"I'd rather eat cabbage in layce!"
Roaring with laughter
The daughter quipped faster,
"You may have mine after my day!"
Tomato red
The chased fitter fled
Saying, "To hell with your day and the lay!"
Jan 18
Jan 18, 2026 at 12:10 AM UTC
Under the bridge, there's a tattered troll.
If he could, he'd have a pricey toll.
Instead, he'll remain content to roll,
On muddy banks of the river shoal.
Cause what does it matter if he stays low?
He's just an unworthy tattered soul.
Ahead on the hill, the air is fell
And the church in the distance
rang its last bell.
Then fog came oozing and one could tell:
This was the coming of the hounds of hell.
Jan 17
Jan 17, 2026 at 11:39 PM UTC