Finally, a poem thread!!
So.. here goes..
The Poem About A Girl Named Ulli Who Took This Gun, Began To Run And Shot Her Friend Named Nulli
I knew this girl named Ulli,
she's quite a little bully,
she took this gun,
began to run,
And shot her friend named Nulli.
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[Escapism]
For the roses
that bloom in the
garden
for the sun
who's rays spread
out over
the land
for the rain
that drips in the
little puddles
puddles
puddles
of blood came
together
with the drawing
of the knifes
cutting
the roses
the rays
the rain
cutting
all that's worth
dying for
all that's worth
living for
all that will
only be a mere
memory
of a place
once called home
And i'm working on some new ones as we speak