The Hill

Towing his luggage up a Steep, sloping hill
he sniffs out the scent of a fresh gutted kill
with such a grim smell stinging his nose
he stood very still, unmoving, he froze.

The bushes, they rustled, not far away
as the sky was losing the last hint of day.
The traveler, he sprinted, trying the run
and drew from his belt an old rusty gun.

He hoped, prayed to god, that the weapon was loaded
as everything within him surely exploded
with a fear so intense he could hardly stand
while his legs tried to move at his crazed mind's demand.

As he stood at the top of the hill
he turned to find that the whole world was still.
The fresh stench of death still held the air
but to the traveler the world was finally fair
and empty and peaceful and lonely
But he was not alone, far from the only
soul on the hill.
The other slunk silently, hoping to kill,
this easy and foolish prey.
Blood was to be spilled today.

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Personally i hate this poem.. but i finished it nonetheless.. PLEASE comment

Heating My Piss

Man the world is boring these days. I cant write at all.. i hope it hasn't left me but.. i'm starting to worry that it has :/ I mean I haven't been able to write since November.. its not fit.. not at all.. I'm starting to worry.. no block has lasted so long. Mom told me "Nothing to heat yer piss over" a funny expression it is.. but it really is something to "heat my piss over"

yes it is.

Busy

The snow fell in a divine light today
its something i'd wish to show you
but rare as it is, busy you are
its something you cannot go to.

The ice separated in a wondrous crack
its something that i'd love you to hear
but rare as it is, and busy you are
it'll have to wait for another year.

The world holds a great bounty of beauties,
you yourself hold a place among them,
of course you'll never see every one that comes to my eyes
but i wish you could.

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Don't misinterpret these poems, i don't mind that you're busy, that i can easily handle. Its just when something seemingly one of a kind comes along and you're not there.. it feels sorta empty. Like the wonder of the moment has been wasted :P

and yes, I know i'm weird.

Only One

Watch the snow dance in the sunlight
illuminating every virtue
the picturesque white of every flake
mirroring my thoughts of you.

How you dance through my mind
constantly, accidentally, eluding my vision
as i crave for your beauty, unique and divine
our eyes endure a painful fission.

I'll be here until your done
no matter how many days we spent apart
you're simply the only one.

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Just a little bit of assurance to a certain special person in my life who has been pretty busy lately :P I can wait, I'll always crave you here, always thirst for your presence, but I can wait. :)

CHRISTMAS!!

Holy Christmas!!!

I'm soooo hyped for it.. i still need to mail Bex's gift.. i still need to wait 14 days.. but i'm SOOOO hyped!!

I wanna give my gifts now.. i want to see the look on Bex's face.. i wanna sing Christmas songs (which i am) .. i wanna decorate (which i was.. and fuck b'y i even i wanna bake cookies!!! Thats a rare occasion.. when i want to BAKE.. or do any work really.. i'm even happy to do Christmas Cleaning.. just means the holiday is getting closer and closer and soon... WHAM! it'll be here, right in our Faces!

Then the Christmas specials.. they're finally on TV, a reason for Me to watch TV, a rare occasion indeed.

I think its cuz i have somebody more to buy for than my family.. theres Chels and theres Bex and i'm gonna try for Bones and Lo (not a priority but i wanna try).. this is the first year where i'll buy gifts for more than three people.. and i LOVE it!!! Makes me Really happy :P

12am

9:45 and all was well
the little boy was far from hell.
He pranced around so free from thought
and to all others his ills were forgot.

10:30 and all was fine
the lonely boy was far from dying.
The light inside still burning brightly,
malicious intentions held only slightly.

11:15 and things got worse
death danced around like a demonic curse.
The boy lost his kindness and every friend,
along with the fear he'd held of life's end.

12am the sky ran red
the boy, now older, lay cold and dead
a knife clenched tight between his fist
with long red tracks along his wrist.