PCHBWe couldBecome Pacifistic Canadian Hippy BohemiansThat would be interesting.Art, music everywhere.
End of an EraToday is the EndThe End of an era.No more jauntsAcross a road.No more sittingOn the rooftop.New thingsWill be done.Don't be sad.A brand new AdventureBeginning today.What's next?
sittingShe is sitting with only the flicker of a candle and the glow of the monitor to light her way. Those two are not enough, but for now they do the job. She will need more soon, but not until tomorrow. Or the next day. She's not sure, but soon. She is almost ready to move on, thats when she'll need more. More light to guide her way, more friends to support her, more life. She is nearing her breaking point, one more push like that day, what was said, and she will fall. She will not be able to return from that fall, she must get away while she can. She needs more flickering fire, more light to break the surrounding dark. She will find a way. She has only stumbled along her darkened path, she will recover, somehow. It will be done. This is not her end. This is only her beginning.
FlickeringFlickering light from across the room,Something rare in this place.It's there to relieve the gloom,A sweet scent I wish to face.Melting wax beginning to poolIn the middle of a jar.Some might think I was a foolIf I brought it to a bar.No, no instead I playWith the wax upon my skin.For there I wish it stay,Although in some sense is a sin.One tiny flame removes the darkBe careful though, for it may spark.
A birthday sonnetRoot-Octave, you are now!Ah what you can do!To you, I shall have to bowWe will embark on something newNow we both are old enough,We shall have some real fun.We may encounter something tough,But you I will not shun.Good times will be ahead,But also hard things willRemember not to lose your headBut if you do, Ill be next to you in jail.Remember, my little sister, what youre made of.For you are the friend that I love.
an almost sonnetThinking of random thingsPrevents me from doing whats rightSometimes whats right stingsBut does that mean it's not a fright?The right thing can be wrongThe matter depends on opinionSometimes it takes too longBut in the end go with your opinion.Now this I must end,Not a sonnet, but I defend.
Bad Emo PoetryHow do I do it?Get into these situations?I end up the third wheelEven when the other twoAren't officially a couple.Why?