#wee
The wee little troll
He licked my arm
I really don't think
He meant any harm
****** and disgusting
In his piggish ways
He moves very slowly
And begins to play
In his pointy shoes
He runs and frolics
Falls on his face
Wrinkles his nose
Decides to sit down
And begin to show
How he can behave
To receive his treat
Which is a nice rub
To his wee, little, feet
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 10:47 AM UTC
And it makes me sneeze,
'Cause it's no sea breeze,
So frigid it makes me freeze,
The cold gives me a crease,
It makes me yearn for cheese,
Makes me long for her please,
But I must not be a ******
I will bake some cookies,
'Cause I have all the keys,
I will have to eat 'em alone,
'Cause now she is gone,
Yeah now she is gone,
Will I enjoy eating my cookies,
I doubt it now and I feel dumb.
Now gone with the wind,
She came like a whiff of fresh air,
Removing away all the smiles,
So distant by the miles,
Will I wait for her now?
I will wait for her till I age more,
The more I age the more mature.
Call me mad or ******
Or maybe just a flower,
But I'll stay a lover,
All my life I stay for her,
And I won't call her back,
I don't need her back,
I have the memories.
Over the crescendo in calm,
My ears ring with blood flow,
I won't let my face droop low,
There will only be much pain,
Not will there be any gain,
I was born to lose it all,
My dreams get scattered like pearls.
Happiness dies in diminuendo,
But still failing to pour as tears,
Time is among the best teachers,
Surely among the worst cheaters,
Maybe it's a cycle most ridiculous,
As well as the one most obvious,
Sorrow is born again in my life.
If only I could write it all away,
It would have been much easy,
To prevent my head from the sway,
I feel my fingers trembling,
My joints too have started paining,
Much more to be lost is my sight,
But still would stay alive my vision.
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 12:57 AM UTC
So that's when I'd decided I'd deny myself a storm and deny you a home.
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 8:28 PM UTC
I see you watch me in the evening
wondering if I'm leaving
as golden light streams
through the clouds in the ceiling
With your eye on my garden
full of colours to plunder
you're staring at me
with a poisonous wonder
My alpine glen isn't your first rodeo
glaring, cradling my first magnolia
Still, I don't hold back or shrink like a mimosa
I won't pull away as you get closer
Just don't chase me - I've no flight
I'm a bird of paradise
Jul 26, 2019
Jul 26, 2019 at 2:20 PM UTC