LoveableLittleSock

Mr. Litter Long shaggy hair, the color of sand, this was the man who littered the land. A day at the zoo, he saw penguins and orangutans, but was baffled ...

There once was a kid with brown hair Who dragged puppies down to his lair He tore them in half With a maniacal laugh Before deciding to come out of ...

I stand and stare at the dark night sky a vast inky blanket surrounding the earth the stars shine with brightness like so many jewels and i wonder-could they compare ...

He swigs on his can, watching out for the Merc, - "swings" on his can? Another client telling his wife he's been held back at work. His spouce sits legs ...

Twisted, vile words, snaking through the air, winding up my throat as the noose i wish you would place there. - i dont understand the last line You curse and ...

He may have always been there, The man at station four - He sits there like a marble ghost, And looks at the polished floor. His wide-brimmed hat is lowered, ...

Dragons and dinosaurs and witches and ogers, - "ogres" trying to find dinner from a diner called Smokers, They find a cache of children ripe for the picking, squirrling around, ...

I stand there, On the dance floor, I pout my red lips and flutter my mascara drenched eyes softly, -rid of softly Looking around the room, For someone, I’m done ...

She walked out onto the street And saw that all was ash And no photographs were made. All the lights were sleeping And flowers bled from her palms. She spoke ...

I try not to remember, But the past is stained on my heart. I've tried to wash it out, With thoughts of happiness, Yet, I still see the past, Standing ...

Yesterday I saw you in all your glory: A frayed yellow towel around your midriff As you sped after my snarling dog (He was chasing your kitty, after all). - ...

Thunderstorm On the interstate one dismal afternoon "OF one dismal afternoon" All seemed too peaceful and quiet The swollen clouds rolled and churned The smell of rain enriched the heavy ...

I never want to see you broken down and on your knees. It must have hurt, to know the star you wished on died a thousand years before you lived. ...

Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December, - replace first comma with "that" And each seperate dying ember wrought it's ghost upon the floor Quothe the raven, ...

Silence is Golden The rip of the ivory blanched sheets Smashes against the silence The moans and cries that Splatter crimson blood against The white wash Pull apart the threads ...