

Pet Hate.Or fear us Unbearable wolves Broken with an apple to the eye, Spoiled with the Sung open odium.Pet Hate.
A hade of brass And an air about spun, Sans adamance And Adam's basis born - To bind.


Rhythm.Amongst sinew orchestra Of symphony muscular, Some trumpet pumps out a tune.Rhythm.
Blast-blast farts The squeezebox part, A broken and blunderbust boon.
Tum-tum hums The chest-bound drum And beats a life along.
Sing-sing ring The framed love strings And loan the stumble a song.
By touching better places.
In every way.
You poems are really...must say heavy!Nice!
much appreciated
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ENJOY the little things in life for one day you'll look back and realize they were the BIG THINGS!
I'd love to see you try your hand at some sestinas or other more structured poetry.
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How many copyeditors does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
AU: Do you mean "replace a lightbulb" or "have sex in a lightbulb"? Clarify?
I'm glad you liked my gallery, though I've pretty much stopped updating and just use my account for favouriting now (though for some reason favouriting doesn't seem to work any more from my internet...)
Also, it's cool to see another DT and Nintendo fan. I like your poetry too, by the way - it's good to see something other than emo writing.
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