#missive
I met a girl whose name is sky's hue
Combined with a thing that has a melody to foretell
And this may sound so vain
But it rhymes her name.
I met a poet who's spinning in a far bustling place
Known as the city that never sleeps
And I feel like a star
That's crawling into the unknown
I found this someone a downreaching one
Though she's miles away, one that I never took a glance at
She'll be an spectacle,
I'll always wait for her written words
Maybe someday, just like color blue
I'd find her my tranquility just like most people do
And listen to the sweet, tinkling melody bell foretells
With the one who directs me all the way just like a weathervane.
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 6:16 AM UTC
A letter to everyone who broke my heart,
Thanks for making me feel alive.
Sincerely,
The one you seriously killed many times
Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 1:03 PM UTC
I see we have aplenty
I still before the pile
And answers are in riddle
So danced is the Irish fiddle
Merry come and marry rows
But hear ye doesn't blow
In attendance is the sham
The loaned questioned
And the ham
Daring young Timothy the second time
Perhaps rock n roll still flies
Oh dutiful Lord that I should land on Indulgent's Door
Feb 14
Feb 14, 2026 at 3:18 PM UTC