This Is Me Trying To Rhyme ((AKA: STAY AWAY))

[Psychedelic_Seizure]

Ello Dollwizzez. ^^
((I've always wanted to say that =P))

I decided to contribute to the creative corner, but not in the way I'd thought I would've...>.> I kinda tricked myself into doing this. -GASP- You tricked me?! ..I'm sorry I thought you knew!... NO! Don't talk to me anymore! I can't stand you! No, wait, COME BACK!!...

-Ahem-

Anyway, yes, here's a few poems I did a while ago. ^^V

[Psychedelic_Seizure]

All’s Fair in War

If the blood of your brother
Falls from your hands
Do you deserve to ever be washed clean?

Or are you forever condemned
By your own act of choice
To end the life of another being?

Is it fair that someone steals
From another one’s home
But injures themselves on the way out

And afterwards, thusly
The criminal sues his ‘victim’
And he ends up winning the bout?

Our tax dollars at work, eh?

Where does justice end
And plain insanity start?
Since when did I begin
To sound so smart?

When I make a statement
And it actually makes sense,
You have to show me
Some kind of attention since…
I rarely make sense…
At all…

Judicial, executive,
Legislative, and more
Sometimes you have to wonder…
What is it all for?

‘Cause right about now
US wounds ridden deep
You have to wonder too…
Is Washington asleep?

Yep…usually when you’ve
Lost an arm or been somehow maimed…
You wouldn’t expect your injury
To be covered with a Band-Aid…

[Psychedelic_Seizure]

Evolution…?

Oh…You knew it would come to this
We’ve come too far to deny it
Here comes the subject, that drives us to kill,
To madness…to death…to chose to be silent…

Love…

So many words
We hold in memory
Yet none of them
Can hold that symmetry

Not lust, not passion
Not mere fascination
None of these can even touch love
Nor the power it holds in action

But…you know…what is love?
Haddaway asked that question
And after dozens of times listening
I’ve still yet to have completed the equation

Though experience is the best teacher
It’s proven that love can get old
Otherwise…wouldn’t divorce
Have been eradicated years ago?

And yet…celebrities divorce each other
As if it were some kind of sport
Is that what its come to?
Loving couple; rings exchanged; and love can no longer support?

Is that the same love of yesteryear?
Or is Cupid just on vacation?
If so, we need to reevaluate
Love’s meaning and definition

But, I can’t say that I’ve loved
So, why am I so avid?
You know…I really have no idea…
But this pencil keeps writing amid…



…unholy desires, pure ignorance
sweet nothings, and awkward passion
Since when did love become
synonymous with the word ‘infatuation’?

Teenage girl’s opened wide
For momentary fulfillment and pleasure
Stevie Wonder warned us of
The dangers of the part-time “lover”

Where that came from…I’ll never know…

Well…

My love will remain an enigma
Even to the likes of me
But since love has turned into this
I’d rather this way…to always be...

[Psychedelic_Seizure]

~Prom Night~
He sat there in that very spot
Oh…well…maybe a little more to the right
Yes…that’s about correct
That’s where I think he sat that night…

Music, I remember…it was a somewhat slow song
I was holding his hand like this
Or maybe the other way
Anyways…that really doesn’t matter does it?

I was so happy, so excited
Little did he know that I had news to tell
Anxiety…
Waiting for the right moment
My wonderful enigma I wished to spill

As the music played and the night passed
…wait…ok, yes…it was still about nine
He looked over to me, modest smile, his countenance
Such a fine face…just fine..

Ugh…

I cringed at the sight when his ex passed by
I would’ve…I should’ve…pounced on her then
But when she turned, leaving at the sense of hostility
I let go of the outrageous grip I’d had on his hand

Finally, I gathered the strength…the gall
To tell him what I wanted
A kiss caressed his cheek, as I whispered
And happiness was with all my mind…undaunted…

However…

It seemed we hit a snag somewhere
In that ambrosial night of ecstasy
After I told him it was his…
He could no longer bear to look at me

Of course, being the state of haze I was in
I hadn’t expected anything like this from him

But…also due to the haze I was in…

I didn’t expect to let his sin…

Go unrepaid…




Am I guilty of driving that bullet
Straight between his eyes?
Am I responsible for giving in
To Satan’s ties?


No…


So, judge, jury, family or friend…
I’d like to say that I was guilt of one thing then
And that would just happen to be…
Loving a child much more…than me…

[Pink Angel]

*stares into space* that was alot to read........I got alot to think about now.AW MAN THINKING HURTS! But the what cha ma call its rocked!