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A Short Introduction Poetry has at the very least, taken a smidget of my life, and smeared it on ink and paper.A Short Introduction by ~Huggable-Moogle
I dont know how many poems I've actually written, some of them i've lost here and there, but i do remember that i wrote quite a lot.
Now, i'd generally wouldnt be able to show my intentions except through literature, seriously. I'd like to see someone try to force me fork out a secret thats not written on paper. I find solace in the act of using paper to convey my feelings because i simply have no other way to do such.
Continuing... Poems i have put up, for the benefit of the doubt, are written in periods of time less than 5 or so minutes, give or
Witch's Brew Witch's BrewWitch's Brew by ~Huggable-Moogle
By Rollence Chiusinco
Owl's eyes,
Hint of roses,
Nature's sigh,
Dandelion's kisses.
Flowering plants,
Deer's grace,
Moon's gloats,
Sunflower face.
Raven's feather
Pride of lion,
Stormy weather,
Fury of dragon.
Mockingbird's song,
Whale's moan
Eagle's young,
Vigor of roan.
White unicorn,
Sheep's wool,
Rhino's horn,
Hardworking mule.
Cauldron's warm,
Splatters, gleams,
Its about to form,
The girl of my dreams.
Language of the Stars I pick up my pen,Language of the Stars by ~Huggable-Moogle
To write a story, a poem,
But alas, the words do not come,
They are meaningless,
Fleeting thoughts in my mind.
So I sit back and close my eyes,
Ears closed to the world.
I lock the mind's door,
And enter the maze of my thoughts.
A single tear drops from her eyes.
A single tear drop opens a world of thought
The universe of a thousand words come,
But still, she heeds not.
For she is in her own world,
Locked within your minds,
A prison made of thought.
Heed not, her words,
You call them lies,
And so, she stays,
In her little world to die.
Now we must leave her be,
Her fate, none may remember.
And I retur
Letter to the All-Nighter Girl Farewell, farewell, dear maiden of night,Letter to the All-Nighter Girl by ~Huggable-Moogle
Whose toils endure until first light.
Never shall you to sit and be lonely,
For I, thorugh dreams, bring your company.
Through books and projects I shall remain,
The invisible shoulder through tears and pain.
Remember, dear lady, ownder of dark,
Ghostly presence linger and hark.
As witching hour arrives and passes,
And morning from its slumber rises.
And sandman's tools have fallen from your eyes,
But myself begone before the light of the skies.
Sta.sh
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