Wednesday, August 17, 2005
Hi! Sam here. Short for samuel.lol//. My voice totally sounded like a guy's today.lol.thanks to my horribly SORE throat.. Supposed to be writing a nice and sadistic poem now..But, the sadistic side of me does seem to be working at the moment.I'll just be spewing crapp.lol. oh wells, call me
samuel the crap spewer if u like :) hahaha.
(but don't)
She
Alone
Frightened
In a dismal corner
Sordid and squalid
Clouds are shadowed
Lightning flashes
Thunder booms
Raindrops fall
She cries
Sad
Tears
Flow freely
Moist cheeks
Spores could grow
Dampening her pillow
Clinique mascara wasted
A black river from her eyes
Soft pink cheeks now pale
Sorrow lingers.No comfort
Nothing at all.nothing.
No pity.No joy
Penknife out
No one
Okayy.Thats not the best see the one on Chrystalle's blog it rocks.Must be my sickness getting to my head thats why my brain cant function.either that or i haven't got a trace of sadism in me--which is impossible cos almost all my descriptive essay are about sad stuff...dismal stuff, sordid stuff squalid stuff.you get the idea. yea.
sprinkled in glitter.
5:13 PM
