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"frilliness" poems
Perfection likes to vacation inside my head And I can’t stand her. With her bows And her dresses And her frilliness.... She knows everything.... She can do anything..... She's what everyone dreams of. She's what everyone wants to be. But, She's always loved to tag along with Insanity And of course Insanity drives me crazy. So self-control tries to control me. But still insanity pushes her way through to me. Till I am drowning in her sweet words of comfort. Wrapped up tight. In a soft padded room. © 2013 Kendra Bowman
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Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 1:48 AM UTC
Perfection
Hello, I would like to introduce you to a dear old friend of mine. I made his acquaintance by pure accident. You might say, we bumped into each other. Oh, silly me. You thought I speak of an actual person. No. I hold here in my hands, a diary. Not just any diary filled with day to day frilliness of a Victorian Lady. But, a diary filled with....... Well, I guess you will have to just wait and read for yourself. I will just pick a page at random to start out at. The Gentleman who wrote these entries, is a man of many facets. He is kind; frivolous; confident; an egotist. He can be filled with anger and then snap, just like that, be his over the top self once more. He is death himself. He is a Vampire. Ladies and Gentlemen, I offer you a look into The Diaries Of Lord Kellington Whispers of the dawn rush to meet me each morn. They taunt and tease me. "Morning is not long to come. Your time to play does run out". Alas. Tis true. My time in the night is short. So I must hurry. Shall I prowl the night as I? Or shall I don a disguise. Once I think on it. Either way does not matter. There will be no eyes. None to see after my "kiss". So sweet and gentle that sip. It takes just a glance and the other night dwellers know to avoid me. They sense that death is my shadow. Why! They couldn't be more right. I will choose swiftly. So that I may go dance. Yes! I love to dance. Ah. The night is my stage. Truth be told? I love it! ~Lord Kellington Hello, I hope you enjoyed the first installment of Lord Kellington's Diary. There are more to come
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Oct 18, 2010
Oct 18, 2010 at 6:01 PM UTC
The Diaries Of Lord Kellington
Hello, I would like to introduce you to a dear old friend of mine. I made his acquaintance by pure accident. You might say, we bumped into each other. Oh, silly me. You thought I speak of an actual person. No. I hold here in my hands, a diary. Not just any diary filled with day to day frilliness of a Victorian Lady. But, a diary filled with....... Well, I guess you will have to just wait and read for yourself. I will just pick a page at random to start out at. The Gentleman who wrote these entries, is a man of many facets. He is kind; frivolous; confident; an egotist. He can be filled with anger and then snap, just like that, be his over the top self once more. He is death himself. He is a Vampire. Ladies and Gentlemen, I offer you a look into The Diaries Of Lord Kellington Whispers of the dawn rush to meet me each morn. They taunt and tease me. "Morning is not long to come. Your time to play does run out". Alas. Tis true. My time in the night is short. So I must hurry. Shall I prowl the night as I? Or shall I don a disguise. Once I think on it. Either way does not matter. There will be no eyes. None to see after my "kiss". So sweet and gentle that sip. It takes just a glance and the other night dwellers know to avoid me. They sense that death is my shadow. Why! They couldn't be more right. I will choose swiftly. So that I may go dance. Yes! I love to dance. Ah. The night is my stage. Truth be told? I love it! ~Lord Kellington Hello, I hope you enjoyed the first installment of Lord Kellington's Diary. There are more to come
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