| In My life there's this girl I know. Even
though she's so far away in my
heart I take with me everywhere I go. The way she's changed my life she'll never know for I can not explain, nor after loving her will I ever be the same. She brings to me something so powerful so clear, she's one of the few people who can make me shed a happy tear. If I'd never met her I don't know where I'd be, for there would be something missing, missing from deep down inside of me. Oh how I miss her sweet embrace, along with the lovely smile on her beautiful face, these smiles of joy come for her so few and far in between, for the people that will hurt her she puts up walls that are bitter and mean. Oh how I wish I could take all her pain away, and make sure that a drop of, fear, torment, or sadness never sees her again. In my life there's this girl I know I hope she knows how I love her so. |
| With each passing second my life gets worse
, I can't foresee any sun
breaking through as the dark clouds of pain and torment that cover my world rain depression down on me, all I feel is pain and let down as I turn each corner hoping to find some small piece of good, and every time I try to climb the ladder of happiness I get beaten and beaten down severely time and time again with no sorrow or compassion from the twisted being that decided I should endure such a cold and unforgiving life of misfortune and heartache, and yet I try to look ahead to the few good things I have and try to keep my head on straight as not to lose my way, but I feel who I am and all I'm worth fading away slowly with each passing second. |
| Mo-fo Stew
Poetry by Kriseil the Weasel I wish this mother
fucking soup would cool off so I could gulp it down
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| My sweet lovely,
I awoke this morning to thoughts of your beautiful face, thoughts of how I miss you so, and thoughts and thoughts of the first time our eyes met from across the room and the attraction we both felt. These thoughts chase me throughout the day whenever I'm alone, depressed, happy, angry, or sad, and even thought I do not want to let them into my consciousness for I know it will only be that much harder to deal with the reality I can't be with you every waking hour, I can't stand the thought of not seeing your loveliness if even for only a mere second in my mind. I can't stand the thought of not remembering your sweet caress or the way we embraced and stared so deep and passionately into each others eyes and shared a million things without ever breaking the silence or speaking a single word. It has now reached time in the the day for me to lay down and rest, I pray you'll come visit me while I sleep like so many other nights. Above all else I want you know this my sweet, even though it may seem like we're a thousand miles apart, you still have me, and I have all your sweet loveliness right here in my heart. |
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Weasel Man Poetry by Kriseil the Weasel Three thousand thrusts
per second
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