There once was a gal from Atlanta
Asked her what's 2 plus 2, yellered I canta
So gorgeous was this creature
Decided to teachure
Yelled out loudly fow is the ansa
Categories:
fow, culture,
Form: Limerick
There once was a gal from Atlanta
Asked what's 2 plus 2, cried I canta
So gorgeous was this creature
Decided to teachure
Yelled out loudly fow is the ansa
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
fow, silly,
Form: Limerick
My heart right now so low.
Which makes it so easy for these words to flow.
A pain so deep that it cuts into my soul.
My soul so blackened like coal.
Im losing myself and all control.
But right now my fingers and mind work as a whole.
This thing that i feel makes my heart play the smallest role.
Becuase now its all hate in my blackened soul.
All i do is give you affection.
But it goes unnoticed, not the smallest detection.
Which makes this hate spread like an infection.
I dont know what to fow i havent a selection.
I feel we have such a disconnection.
My feelings and your thoughts make this a hard intersection.
My memories of old days make this a bad resurrection.
Resurrection of all of my imperfections.
I just want some love to be my protection.
But you just cant feel the same connection.
So i guess that leaves me with nothing but introspection.
And lets me see my heart is in the wrong direction.
Categories:
fow, friendship, hope, life, love,
Form: Rhyme
I cut myself today to cure my bleeding eyes
To blindfold the tears and kill my fearing lies
I watched the crimson tears fall from my broken wrists
The dark angel came to give me a kiss
Water fell down his dark wings,
I seen the love of hell and with it brings
Satan and his angels to feed upon the soles of the living.
He killed my life and I let him
Fow what my child, for sin?
follow hells road in which my path lies.
My candle is long gone
and with you I sing the masters song
die to all my living creatures and love yet another time
for its now all mine and i give it away for death.
Love cheats my very existence and I kill for my last breath
You call this loves garden? I named him Seth
I will steal you away and we die in the garden of the sinned
Kill me to save me.
Categories:
fow, confusion, death, mystery, passion,
Form: Rhyme