Submissions by jjraptor
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
keltzaquital
Keltzaquital, Keltzaquital said the hummingbird to the nightangale
i whisper in your ear and yet you failed to douse the mice in flames
they haunt me now
for they
they are not my meal
perhaps you could save the eal for my delicious dinner
but who knows
nightangale, nightangale
the sweetest meat
how i ponder the way you tast upon the purple savanah heat.
i whisper in your ear and yet you failed to douse the mice in flames
they haunt me now
for they
they are not my meal
perhaps you could save the eal for my delicious dinner
but who knows
nightangale, nightangale
the sweetest meat
how i ponder the way you tast upon the purple savanah heat.
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peace on earth and good will towards man
winter snowflakes; falling doves
christmas tidings; filled with love
angels bearing down on us
with wings of joy and simpleness
how the christmas season comes like days of eden
lost in the holiday heart
holding close our family 'n friends
christmas lights; magic brights
and season's trends
the sweet footfalls of the woodland elves
as they garnish the silver bells
and falls the snowflakes; angelic"home for the holidays"flaked from above
falling snowflakes; falling doves
like the earth's awake with winter love
and we are all so...
christmas tidings; filled with love
angels bearing down on us
with wings of joy and simpleness
how the christmas season comes like days of eden
lost in the holiday heart
holding close our family 'n friends
christmas lights; magic brights
and season's trends
the sweet footfalls of the woodland elves
as they garnish the silver bells
and falls the snowflakes; angelic"home for the holidays"flaked from above
falling snowflakes; falling doves
like the earth's awake with winter love
and we are all so...
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potential 101
often times we live our lives by the book
and forgot to turn the page to a new chapter
so that there can be an ever after
it's sad to watch a person live without regrard
to the standards of really living
that is why we must live life to the fullest
and we must never let the glass run empty or overflow
a time will come when that glass tips over and spills
but also was a time when that glass was poured into
we can thank the hands that did the pouring
we can scorn them for what they put in
but they did it all the same
because...
and forgot to turn the page to a new chapter
so that there can be an ever after
it's sad to watch a person live without regrard
to the standards of really living
that is why we must live life to the fullest
and we must never let the glass run empty or overflow
a time will come when that glass tips over and spills
but also was a time when that glass was poured into
we can thank the hands that did the pouring
we can scorn them for what they put in
but they did it all the same
because...
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the paradox of the living dead
when death would be my still reprive,
that light encumbers where i walk,
Iam the lonely man;
he who never talks.
that light encumbers where i walk,
Iam the lonely man;
he who never talks.
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nightingale
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