{"sf1_id":598561,"sf2_id":"ynZXzNMe","title":"My Poems","author":"Robin L Tinderfox","words":355,"posted_at":"2013-10-04T04:24:00.000Z","tags":["Poem","Poetry","Short"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/598561-my-poems","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/ynZXzNMe","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/49/fc/49fc947c-d672-495d-bf32-e4ccf12de5aa","description":"I was going to upload my poems one at a time but since most are only four lines I figured I'd just save the trouble an upload them all at once like this, hope you enjoy ^^+^","content":" **Poems!**\n\n**A Place Just for Me**\n\nSave a place for me in heaven,\n\nBecause when I am through with what is to come.\n\nThere won't be any more room in hell,\n\nSo won't you save a place for me in heaven?\n\n**Betrayal**\n\nA cold knife blade at my spine,\n\nA taste of Cyanide in my wine.\n\nGave me a wound that has not bled,\n\nYou don't have to die to feel like you're dead.\n\n**Such a Beautiful Day**\n\nShe took her life on a beautiful day,\n\nRose petals fell upon the spot she lay.\n\nThe wind did whisper as if to say,\n\n\"Dear sweet husk, isn't it a beautiful day?\"\n\n**Nothing Last Forever**\n\nAshes to ashes,\n\nDust to dust.\n\nMen die,\n\nAn metal rust.\n\nNothing last forever,\n\nSo it seems.\n\nNothing is perfect,\n\nExcept what's in our dreams.\n\n**Go To Sleep**\n\nHush little baby, go to sleep,\n\nFeel the flames lick your feet.\n\nSmell that smoke, breath in deep,\n\nA perfect time to go to sleep.\n\nSee my knife above your bed?\n\nJust close your eyes and lay down your head,\n\nThere's no time to count those sheep,\n\nBecause it's time to go to sleep.\n\n**An Angel with Broken Wings**\n\nHere Lies an Angel with Broken Wings,\n\nHis voice so hoarse he can hardly sing.\n\nWith no good news for him to bring,\n\nExcept for a severed hand an bloody ring.\n\n**Sarah Bell Nursery Ryhme**\n\nSarah Bell went to hell,\n\nBut she didn't stay there long.\n\nUpon her meat the hounds did eat,\n\nHer wails a sorrowful song.\n\n**Here I Lay**\n\nHere I lay,\n\nSlowly bleeding.\n\nIn a world of demons seething,\n\nBut I couldn't help but hear of angels fleeing.\n\nStill trying to find my reason to keep breathing.\n\n**The Seven Day Creation of a Serial Killer**\n\nBy day one I made a knife,\n\nBy day two I took a life.\n\nBy day three I went to jail,\n\nBy Day four I posted bail.\n\nBy day five the streets ran red,\n\nBy day six I joined the dead.\n\nBy day seven I was reborn from sin,\n\nThat's the day I did it all again.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}