"crocadile" poems
The darkness is here
It is all around me
As it has always been
My constant companion
They lurk inside
My demons
I sit in my dark corner
I try to keep away
But they wait for me
The ticking crocadile to my Captain Hook
They have a taste for me
For my cold blood
As it has always been
My constant ally
Against myself
Its almost a comfort
Having them there
Even if they do haunt me so
They are here to ravage my soul you see
The cruel reality is
I am not a real girl
Just a ***** little ragdoll
Fraying at the seems
Feb 6, 2013
Feb 6, 2013 at 8:59 PM UTC
Skipping stones, Breaking bones
Jumping stones on riverbeds of jones
Dancing to the Stones while smoking bones
Crashing cars under the stars
Driving cars through concrete jars
Shooting stars way above convertible cars
Warm air passes through there
Cool brisk air blesses Blue Day'd fair
Oh where art thou fair, It was there soon it will be here
Dancing away the night dressed as a modern day knight
Way above floats a kite, Oh what a blessed sight
Closing night, don't put up a fight
Dressing to the nine Bump and Grin(d)e
You looked so devine, I shall sit a while and pine
Through the withering pine, We shall go at nine
Enjoy me for awhile as we sharpen the crocadile
Hot waxed tile, Drinking oxen bile
Stay around while, For I am about to get on the dial
Video spin DJ Twist up a jay
As we begin to sway In a new way
Never gay Today I will stay
Enjoy don't be a toy
A girl and boy listen to Tolstoy
For Orbison of Roy will begin to destroy
Apr 13, 2010
Apr 13, 2010 at 6:10 AM UTC