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We gaze into
a misty sky,
layered soft in
raindrop wishes

I hold you close
as we embrace,
drenched in nature’s
sprinkled kisses
She said it is raining and she is sad. Hopefully this will help her smile.
Sickness takes us strong,
Binding us to our limits,
But time and sleep heals.
is the life of one person
worth a family's freedom?
is the life of seven people
worth a kingdom's liberation?

after a life was stolen from me,
i deemed this to be proper payment.
but after stealing six lives,
i suddenly have found myself
hesitant to take a single step further.

you long for home, so you have journeyed this far.
we have longed for something akin to a new home.

but the look in your eyes say,
even if it meant you could see your family again,
you would not steal another life.

so then, why have i carried on this long,
pushing along this false sense of righteousness
alone?
i've been playing undertale lately. if you haven't seen/played a full playthrough of this game this poem is actually spoilery.
but i just felt like putting something together, this isn't really a good poem imo.
if you have no intentions of playing/watching undertale... this is a story about a king
A flower sat deep in a mountain hole,
he kept his goals sacred and his petals whole.
They said he was a dreamer,
that had kept his feelings in and became a little meaner.

He was as nice as an angel,
well at first that's what it seemed.
Because he became a flower,
in what he wanted as a dream.

Then one day as he bloomed,
a fish that looked like the sky,
put a cast of magic into his eye,
and just as soon as death came apon him,
just like the wind,
you can never, ever predict its course.
**(Based on the character Asriel Dreemurr from the game Undertale by Toby Fox)
Dave is red
John texts are blue
if you were in my web comic, I'd probably still **** you
A poem from Andrew Hussie
Recently I'vve changed my name to Eridan Ampora
He's from HomeStuck
I'll be wwriting poems about Blood Colors and the Hemospectrum from here on out
After I'm done Ill be back to wwriting normal poems
Formal Notice of my change
I like Homestuck,
Donald Duck,
Ancient Greek Gaea,
APH Hetalia,
Marzia and Pewdiepie,
Random bow ties,
Doctor Who,
That colour of greenish blue,
Sherlock Holmes,
Garden gnomes,
Boy/boy ****,
Sweet tea,
Left 4 dead,
Books I've read,
Minecraft,
When I laughed,
Yu-Gi-Oh,
Gateau,
Ender's Game,
Notre Dame,
World War One,
World War Two,
Mouse and shrew,
Bugsy Malone,
Jam scones,
Birthday cake,
Milk shake,
Drawing art,
Taking part,
MLP,
Shopping spree,
Sleeping in,
West Berlin,
Random songs,
When bells go ****,
Stars shine,
My blood line,
All my friends,
The latest trends,
Yuri much,
And such and such,
Fanfiction,
A prediction,
Doujinshis,
Marshall Lee,
RhymeZone,
My touchscreen phone,
I could go on,
But that's too long,
But my favourite is,
Hello poetry - so don't diss!!
Finally finished darlings!
Criminal
O Criminal
This deceit you leak reeks
Of sour lemons and urination.

Criminal
O Criminal
This pride you flood smells
Of blueberries and broken dreams

Criminal
O Criminal
These miracles you bring leave a miasma
Of grape Faygo and suffering souls

Criminal
O Criminal
The peace I bring leaves an aroma
Of blue raspberry popsicles and lonely depression
This is a poem I wrote from Terezi's view in homestuck. Even if you're not a homestuck fan, I hope you still enjoy!
It all started in 2008
A boy stood alone in his room
John Egbert was his name
John Egbert (c) Andrew Hussie
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