
Once upon a time,
There was a girl named Lyn.She lived in a realm
Where she was the Queen.
In the place Lyn ruled
Everything was white.
You would never guess
What happens there by night…
As everyone sleeps
Queen Lyn stays awake.
She wanders alone
Searching, perhaps, for a stake.
But all that she sees
Is tormented kids,
Convulsing and hallucinating
Like they’ve been smoking weed.
For their mental problems
They’ve been called insane.
What most people don’t know
Is that these kids can feel pain.
As she meanders, confused
Through the frightening white alleys,
Our little Queen Lyn
Starts feeling a little lonely.
She thinks to herself,
As she gazes into her Queen ring:
“I can’t rule my kingdom
Without a good King.”
So she walks up and down the streets
Picking inside all the windows.
Waiting for her King
To come out of the Shadows.
There’s this cute little boy
Who gets her attention.
For his deep brownish eyes.
He’s Queen Lyn’s infatuation.
She kidnaps the boy and,
To make sure he’s The One,
She mentions three tasks
That have to be done.
The first two tasks
He can’t really fulfill,
For there’s nothing like unicorns
And dragons aren’t real.
The third task, however,
Didn’t go as planned,
For Queen Lyn needed a kiss
From a full-grown man.
So little Brian,
In order to kiss the Queen
Made a little magic trick
That turned him into Syn.
As their lips met
In a timid kiss,
Queen Lyn slowly grew
A carnal sense of bliss.
As they kiss each other,
The Queen and the man.
King Syn slowly turns
Into a kid again.
But little Queen Lyn
Wouldn’t stop growing old.
Even though it was summer
She was feeling cold.
So little Brian
Carried her to the bed
Unaware that Queen Lyn
Was already dead…
Years passed by quickly
And little Brian realized
That his beautiful queen
Has simply died…
The King was having
A really bad day
When the light in his eyes
Finally faded away.
by: Sally Vengeance.
4 gallons of poison.:
«For their mental problems
They’ve been called insane.
What most people don’t know
Is that these kids can feel pain.»
Ora aí está uma verdadinha... As crianças sentem a dor, muitas vezes de forma pior que os adultos. E muitas vezes essa dor marca-as para a vida toda.
Eu cá ainda estudo bastante, contando com os meus intervalos... Mas os profes não sabem dar-me mais do q 16... Devem achar q eu gosto muito desse número --'
kisses *
Olá,
Passando para connhecer eu interessante espaço e desejar uma linda quinta feira e muita paz.
Smack!
Edimar Suely
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Bem, já sabes o que penso deste poema. Mas não posso deixar de to dizer novamente o quão perfeito é.
Cada vez que o leio traz-me lágrimas aos olhos. É magnifica a maneira como nos consegues fazer sentir tanta dor através de meia duzia de palavras...
Já te tinha dito qe gst das coisas q escrevez :)
Este tb ta mt bonito!
Vai la escrevendo mais uns poemas e umas historiazinhas pa eu me divertir a ler!
bjuu *
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