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Cerasium
31/M/Phoenix, Arizona    Neurospicy_Unicorn on TikTok
Cera Wood
Umberland   

Poems

Anon May 2014
Upon the loss of the dinosaurs, so plentiful,
Back in the land before time when life wasn’t so dull,
Tall trees, blue skies, green grasses, deep dark water,
Nature as it was meant to be, with volcanoes that couldn’t be hotter.

This was the world you lived in before it came to an end.
A meteor? A flood? Maybe. But obviously it was something you could not mend.
Velociraptor, T-Rex, Triceratops, you’re all gone.
A species once so valiant, nobody stood in their way, not one.

Shaping some of the animals we have today, dinosaurs are like, square one.
From a 40ft menace to a lone iguana, isn’t evolution fun?
The highlight of the prehistoric era,
If you think I’m awkward because of my enthusiasm for dinos, then call me Michael Cera.

Like a bad ending to a good movie,
Your demise was something that nobody wanted to see.
The world would be a better place with a dinosaur here and there.
Some people wouldn’t be a fan, but does it sound like I care?

I think every single dinosaur is badass,
Even the herbivores that only eat grass.
If you’re the type of person that’s glad dinosaurs are dead,
Then I wish it was YOU that was hit by the meteor instead.
my first dinosaur sonnet got me in trouble with my then english teacher. it was rough. so i wrote a second one.
Amado Nervo  Jun 2017
Antífona
¡Oh, Señor! yo en tu Cristo busqué un esposo que me quisiera;
le ofrendé mis quince años, mi **** núbil;
violó mi boca,
y por Él ha quedado mi faz de nácar como la cera,
mostrando palideces de viejo cirio bajo mi toca.

¡Mas Satán me persigue y es muy hermoso! Viene de fuera
y ofreciéndome el cáliz de la ignominia, me vuelve loca...
¡Oh, Señor!, no permitas que bese impío mi faz de cera,
que muestra palideces de viejo cirio bajo mi toca...

Ya en las sombras del coro cantar no puede mi voz austera
los litúrgicos salmos, mi alma está estéril como una roca;
mi virtud agoniza, mi fe sucumbe, Satán espera...
¡Oh, Señor!, no permitas que bese impío mi faz de cera,
que muestra palidez de viejo cirio bajo mi toca!