The тыква Poem
I shall call it the тыква Poem
Because it is short and fat, like Larry
Who also looks like a pumpkin

When I was a junior in high school, I tried to gather together 365 poems together so I could make a calender. Actually, my target was at least four hundred, so I could weed out the bad ones. I Остаться в живых the introduction that I wrote for my teacher, but these poems are based on Болталка thoughts I'd have at one point или another throughout the day. Most are funny, some are not. Generally, it's kind of how I like to see life. Happy, amusing, but very precious. So I present to Ты the Unfinished...

Here, where the world is quiet,
Here, where all trouble seems
Dead winds' and spent waves' riot
In doubtful dreams of dreams;
I watch the green field growing
For reaping folk and sowing,
For harvest time and mowing,
A sleepy world of streams.
I am tired of tears and laughter,
And men that laugh and weep
Of what may come hereafter
No growth of moor или coppice,
No heather-flower или vine,
But bloomless buds of poppies,
Green grapes of Proserpine,
Pale beds of blowing rushes
Where no leaf blooms или blushes,
Save this whereout she crushes
For dead men deadly wine.

Pale, without name или number,
In fruitless...

The Golden Tear part seven
please tell me if Ты want me to continue in the comments! enjoy!
I waited and waited and I thought the hole thing was a prank
but then Kyle finally can in the room and сказал(-а) "I'm sorry Eva there
was a million paschen's Ты must of thought I stud Ты up" I said
"yeah I kinda did but it's okay your here now" and then my mom
and Molly and David walked back into the room. Molly сказал(-а) "Mama
Eva we got Ты an ice cream!" and David сказал(-а) "yeah if grandma didn't
eat it all" and Mom сказал(-а) "ha ha very funny the only thing missing is
the cherries David and Molly" David сказал(-а) "Mama Eva...

so, here are a couple еще old poems i dug up and decided to post. the first is one that came out of a period of intense creativity (ah if only i had the time nowadays). the секунда was a creative Письмо assignment that i never got around to finishing, so i apologize if the end is a bit abrupt. once again, any feedback is greatly appreciated :).

stargazing

i dream in broad daylight
of an old front porch swing
where i sit cradling my guitar
singing Ты a song
while your paintbrush splashes sunbeams
across my upturned face

paint drips
in радуга rivulets
down your sun-kissed skin
your eyes are filled with...

Days, weeks, months and years
I’m still missing you, but I’ve stopped shedding tears
I’m passed the stage, where crying could ease my pain
I know Ты can’t come back, but your memory remains

So, take your hands out of my chest
‘Cause they’re doing their very best
To ruin me

And it’s a heartbreaking feeling
And I can’t stop reeling
This time I won’t make it out alive
And it’s like you’re still with me
But you’re never really
This time they can bury me alive

Getting up, getting to work
Going through the motions, like I’m fucking numb
Pretend I’m fine, but if Ты could read my mind...

Think Ты got me good
Throwing rotten eggs
And trying to make me fall
But I got news for you
Your limited vocabulary
Won’t damage me at all

So keep doing what you’re doing if it gets Ты through the night
But deep downs inside Ты know I’m right

Get your head out the clouds
Keep your feet on the ground
Your words mean nothing to me
I don’t care what Ты have to say
Save it for another prey
You’re the master of moronity

Can’t reason with you
Any argument I give
You simply blow away
But that won’t change the truth
You better grow some brain
‘Cause you’re giving stupid a bad name

I’d say open...