The talebearer with words as sharp as nails,
Etched with a mark of tales,
Prancing with thoughts of maim,
Proclaiming an innocent face touche,
"What will you gain,"
"By causing peer pain,"
Oh talebearer foul minded you are,
What is it?, bound to it you are,
Rip your tongue out,call you,
Rip your tongue out,save you,
Two faced is your tone,
No fear to your baritone,
Your tongue twisted,
A trouble grave presented,
Talebearer your words are as sharp as nails,
Etched on you is a mark of telltales,
Prancing with thoughts of maim,
For you proclaim an innocent face touche,
"What will you gain,"
"By causing peer pain,".
No one really knows who she really is.
Because not one soul takes time to listen.
She says shes a burden, not close to feeling human.
Her kindness is just her failure, can't you even see?
She will never know happiness, to be set free.
She doesn't fit in, not even in her own home.
All she begs now, is to be left alone.
Dope makes her life easier to cope.
But once the poison is gone, her problems still left unresolved.
She's honestly believing,
Her mind is also leaving.
Her memory fades away, more and more each day.
Some one pick her up and
Show her true love.
Her view of life in general, is her hell in the Winter.
In her cold frozen world, where no one moves with her.
She's shattering like glass, slipping thru the cracks.
They stay still and watch her suffer.
As she melts thru the iceburg.
Ice sharp as nails ,makes her bleed and loudly yell.
No movement not a sound, as she takes her snowfall crown.
You have lived in mysery, your now the frosted queen.
Why care what the people think?
Because their reaction, is a reflection of me.
A Giant
There is an unknown legend that comes
from the great Black Forest
of a creature fearsome and oh, so glorious.
Though his brain be small
and barely larger than a walnut
his head and jaws are held in fear and awe.
Those huge brown eyes hold such a stare
and his teeth are sharp as nails
with claws long and pointed reaching everywhere.
The body black and boldly trimmed in brown
short haired waistcoat thick yet soft
rapped snuggly at his belly round.
The form is slim and trim, the torso long and lank
a streamlined tail waving in the sun
satisfied when its task is done.
There he is, can you see him frown
thrashing through the field
everybody running as he comes into town.
His sound is loud and deafening,
it roars like echoed thunder
as feet imprint the earth he plunders.
There he stands with renewed vigor and vim
challenging every eye on him.
What's that you say, you're unafraid,
He is but a tiny Dachshund?
Stand back my friends, you doubting disbelievers,
be fearful and leary, despite his size
he is a giant,
a Rottweiler in disguise.
She is not real
On some bottle I broke the seal
Imbibed all it's contents
And now I'm pouring all my sentiments
Out onto the sidewalk
Can't hardly walk
The pavement is cool
Refreshing to this fool
I yell out her name
This is not Yatzee a game
I'm crawling and mumbling
As I try to stand; I'm tumbling
I can't make heads or tails
Of this pain sharp as nails
In the depths of my heart
I'm aching and falling apart
These feelings are worse
Than being trampled by a horse
Is it obsession or love?
I plead to the heavens above
To send her back to me
To return things to how they used to be
But that won't happen
I can't wipe it all away with a napkin
But maybe I know a way
To make it through the next day
I'll just simply tell myself a lie
Why I didn't get to say goodbye
This truth I will never reveal
She was not real...
As I wandered through the park,
It began to grow dark.
A shadow did appear and frightened me so,
Then came the sound of breathing soft and low.
Was it only the wind whispering through the trees,
That did so frighten me?
I turned that way and this,
Out of the darkness came laughter that left me completely without sense.
"Who is there," I timidly asked,
But he was upon me in a flash.
As I looked in horror I did see,
A pair of fangs that gleamed,
In the moon's beams,
A Vampire had come upon me.
As sharp as nails were they,
The better to drain his prey.
"Go ahead, slave, beg for your life,
Beg mercilessly and may make you my wife.
For you are very beautiful indeed,
But could you ever love a beast such as me?"
"You are no beast," I say to him,
My eyes filling to the brim.
I take his hand and put it upon my breast,
So that he might feel the heart beat in my chest.
"Young maiden, where have you found such beauty for your face,
If I had a beating heart it would have found its place.
"Well then give unto me the kiss of death,
And ye shall never have less,
Than my gentle caress,
And the heart still beating in my chest."
MO:DPS
there at the foot of the hill
stands a lone durian tree -
tall, strong and stately;
from its branches hanging
fruits with oval, spiky rind
prickly and sharp as nails;
the foulest smelling fruit
on earth the durian crop
it makes you throw up;
but crack open its shell
then you shall uncover
food of the gods under;
tasty and rich and sweet
milky, loamy and creamy
aphrodisiac to so many;
stinky fruit but most dear
to those who do not care
about its rough covering;
so very difficult to grow
this delicate Asian tree
say experts in pomology;
cheers to all good people
who, like the durian fruit,
may appear ugly outside;
yet though they may stink
are so beautiful inside
where it really matters.
In the shadow lies a dream
a fairy tale, or so it seemed
from which way do the daggers fly
weither right before you
or to the side
though once or twice your sure to stumble
a pain as sharp as nails
for when the daggers in your back
you look to see a trail
a trail of life
from past to present
its red hue in your midst
and if the eyes before you
are those of a friend
the dagger's sure to twist
until the very end
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