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 Nov 2014 Cameron
Ogden Nash
May I join you in the doghouse, Rover?
I wish to retire till the party's over.
Since three o'clock I've done my best
To entertain each tiny guest. My conscience now I've left behind me,
And if they want me, let them find me.
I blew their bubbles, I sailed their boats,
I kept them from each other's throats. I told them tales of magic lands,
I took them out to wash their hands.
I sorted their rubbers and tied their laces,
I wiped their noses and dried their faces. Of similarities there's lots
Twixt tiny tots and Hottentots.
I've earned repose to heal the ravages
Of these angelic-looking savages. Oh, progeny playing by itself
Is a lonely little elf,
But progeny in roistering batches
Would drive St. francis from here to Natchez. Shunned are the games a parent proposes,
They prefer to squirt each other with hoses,
Their playmates are their natural foemen
And they like to poke each other's abdomen. Their joy needs another woe's to cushion it,
Say a puddle, and someone littler to push in it.
They observe with glee the ballistic results
Of ice cream with spoons for catapults, And inform the assembly with tears and glares
That everyone's presents are better than theirs.
Oh, little women and little men,
Someday I hope to love you again, But not till after the party's over,
So give me the key to the doghouse, Rover
 Nov 2014 Cameron
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Thankful
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One night with him
replaced 10 without you
 Nov 2014 Cameron
Caitie
tapered feelings taught you to be alone
what are you afraid of?
are you sheltered from all the reality of this world?
move closer to me, dear.
are you scared?

this is nothing you would have expected,
never a way to live.
you're living ultimately unprepared
for the destruction the world brings.

the pillow speaks back nothing to your screams.
your window remains open
while the wind drags your blood through the streets.
nothing will save you this time.
isn't that depressing?
you lose yourself in nightmares and tears,
but the nostalgia never leaves your mind.

How bad did he hurt you?
did he crush your withered soul?
was that the last thing you remember?
what memories did he leave you with?
but none of that matters anymore.
that's all over now,
because you're almost dead.
when life became a contradiction to you,
it was no longer who you were,
but what you lived for.
which was not much, love.
so lets not worry.
the end is near.
you've almost defeated the war.
 Nov 2014 Cameron
Shruti Atri
Remember the first good day we spent?
The sea washed out the sand at our feet,
The city lights twinkled like the stars above.
Only, these were the stars we could touch.
It was the first I'd seen of your carefree laugh;
I told myself then, I haven't seen it enough.
I still haven't had enough of it...

She said, 'The city lights are the stars,
They twinkle in the shrouded night.
I have been waiting for someone
To help me reach for the light.'


It's like I'm in a dream...
Were we together in our past lives?
I was holding this torch forever,
In the darkness, I could only burn bright,
For my neverending love, to seek the forgotten light;
To reunite, and spark into flames together,
Like the Sun, warming, *burning,
with it's light;
And I finally found you, through all those blackest nights.

He said, 'If this was meant to be,
I will die over & over again to be in different eras with you.
*To live forever despite living various lives,
To live in the end and die in the beginning!'
First collab with Erenn!

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