"hazah" poems
Blazing eyes hot with slow fearful contrast fired together, coloring a vivid sonic boom.
Blinding all with fired pistols quivering through many of the mighty dead.
The light in my eyes was the only movement that could be seen.
While a lone bro cry of "HAZAH!" was desirously pining over a share of the glory in this galvanic conquest.
That was the signal-NOW WAS THE TIME!
Victory was in sight drawing near and aggressively holding on tight.
I assure you of this, we really are the prey,
playing this cat and mouse game we were never supposed to win.
This evil creature of trickery let us destroy him-so who is the real hero?
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 3:50 AM UTC
I waited.
For months on end I was patient.
Understanding and enduring.
In hopes that you'll see that its you and I baby.
You weren't happy.
But you were with me.
You weren't sweet.
But you were to me.
You weren't appreciated.
But you were by me.
And now,
now you are mine.
Now we are one.
Could I be happier?
It wouldn't be possible.
This is my bliss.
Jul 16, 2013
Jul 16, 2013 at 9:47 PM UTC