Post by moonlightgranger on Nov 18, 2007 2:07:57 GMT -5
I don't suggest you read if you are expecting this to be too serious, these don't necessarily make any sense. Here we go...
A Random Poem:
I lay in bed
my face all red
my stomach fed
my head my head.
A Little Bit Broken:
The color of anger is red
The nail reside on the bed,
But, how could I,
when he's so fed
up with all this bad deed.
I can't, I can't,
alas, I want I wish I could help.
All he could do is relax and persist.
The Rose Poem:
Rusty ring round the rose,
glowing red with red red rage,
the low lying grass was on it's toes,
trying to crush the rose of the age.
roaring with red,
rage on the flower bed.
A Random Poem:
I lay in bed
my face all red
my stomach fed
my head my head.
A Little Bit Broken:
The color of anger is red
The nail reside on the bed,
But, how could I,
when he's so fed
up with all this bad deed.
I can't, I can't,
alas, I want I wish I could help.
All he could do is relax and persist.
The Rose Poem:
Rusty ring round the rose,
glowing red with red red rage,
the low lying grass was on it's toes,
trying to crush the rose of the age.
roaring with red,
rage on the flower bed.