Bare with me, this is my FIRST non-rhyming poem...
Dripping, red and true,
Sweet and sticky lust...
Cutting is the only pain I can control,
When I cut, it feels like all my problems leave...
I am in a room filled with darkness,
The walls seem to be creeping in...
~ The Looking Glass ~
An observation of the following painting...
No stars in the sky
One light in the dark...
The dark grew slowly,
Riding bare-back...
Breathing
Uncaring...
You're prettier than you expected, but it's just...
I've wished I could be the heartbeat beneath your...
Violets are red your eyes are blue
screw all you nasty vampires i despise you...
Once the girl saw her reflection All she could see...
*By:Jennifer L. Hamel...
So Bob this crazy mad bunny,
Is up to no good again...