Forlorn

Also unlike allure, which is free verse, i returned to rhyming, used a classic meter, and further challenged myself by making every line exactly seven syllables long. ^^ i don't know why, but seven syllables flows nicely.

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Poems and Songs from March Hospitalization

Cafeteria rhyme delicious delightful dish, with either eggs, bacon or fish, a king's feast at my wish, cafeteria offers, food delish.

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Poem: The message of an Otherkin to the World

My bad rhymes, you gladly don't need to buy, but instead, take my idea and let your minds fly. and now a change of rhymes, just for fun. i am an otherkin, and my believe is not against science or religion.

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The Second Law - Epilogue

"rhyme, i was in your position too. i felt i was just some piece of meat on the side for when the main course wasn't enough." the meerkat held out her paw and did the same with rhyme's own, displaying their wedding bands proudly.

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The Ancient Clock of the Mice

"because it's a nursery rhyme, they needed a certain rhythm and rhyme pattern. now will you let me continue?" "ok!" the kitten moved a paw over his mouth as if making a zipping motion.

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Through the Looking Glass: Chapter 3-B

._ _"what, is it something like horrible rhymes or something?" she asked._ _"oh, yes," replied the bear, chuckling a little more than before. "they were pretty bad..."_ _rouge rolled her eyes, wondering what banjo saw as a bad rhyme.

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An Ode to Snakes! (A slightly Surreal Poem)

We won't bite although that could be a lie i'm running out of things to rhyme oranges. shit.

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How To Howl - A Poem

Howling for the sake Not to talk or to take But to feel a bit of soul flow Free from the column and row Of the spreadsheets that say No, you must play this play Act the act Form this pack, this pact Want _this_ that,...

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Getting Bi - A Poem

Maybe I got -- hots for thots Or got some -- thoughts on knots Maybe I am queer in the rear Or I just have too much to fear. Maybe the truth doesn't lie somewhere in the middle Maybe the truth lies -- to complexity, defies my identity Labels...

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TFS

Talkin, but words aint formin stutterin over a breath that aint comin. Take a seat, mouth dry feeling like I woke up just after I died. Pause, wait a minute things are going real good, Yeah! I can feel it, somethin tellin me, I'm in a much...

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Sunrise

Another bus-stop rhyme-doodle. hadn't been sleeping very well when i wrote it. still not, really. i lay w'in the darkness, trying in vain to sleep as tiredness makes me weep, and aches upon me press.

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