I hope upon reading this page,
your mind will become rather sage.
On it will be essays and rants,
some made to wet pants,
along with opinions and poetry
finishing improvised gimmickry.
your mind will become rather sage.
On it will be essays and rants,
some made to wet pants,
along with opinions and poetry
finishing improvised gimmickry.
I will have you know that this was my first every sonnet, which is pretty good for a first timer.
Poem #1
I am mad,
I am bad,
I am base.
Why will you not hear my case?
How I plead
as i bleed,
on the floor,
rivers of blood out the door.
Now you rage,
in a cage,
made by hate
that you can never sedate.
Now I'll cry,
till I sigh
on the stone
that shows me how I'm alone.
A tad morbid, no?
I am mad,
I am bad,
I am base.
Why will you not hear my case?
How I plead
as i bleed,
on the floor,
rivers of blood out the door.
Now you rage,
in a cage,
made by hate
that you can never sedate.
Now I'll cry,
till I sigh
on the stone
that shows me how I'm alone.
A tad morbid, no?