

Elegant ThoughtsThis is my page of elegant thoughts,Elegant Thoughts
Scribbled in the finest chicken-scratch.
A symphony of horrible letters,
Annoyance to the reader
And a frustration to the author.
They mean nothing,
Yet aspire to say everything.
So simple, so quaint
Are my attempts at eloquence.
And so many nights do I stand helpless
A servant to a void
And a void of myself.


Some 6 word storiesMurderer abdicates throne. American people rejoice.Some 6 word stories
Dogs bark in the ruined forum.
Subtle indictment: hey, wheres my sandwich?
And his first thought, blood type?
Civilization is based on rotten morals.
Thats what she said. Dare he?
I practice myself before the mirror


BAD POEMHer eyes well with tearsBAD POEM
As is she were chopping onions
Like she did for all those years.
I loved her, and she
Me.
Despite my huge overbite,
In spite of my greasy hair,
In light of the fact that it was a Tuesday;
She left me.
On the very important,
Rather significant,
Always Relevant,
Eve of my Dungeons and Dragons tournament.
Like and ornament
Her tears sparkled and jazercised
In that twilight hour.
They cascaded down to the black asphal


Who will we call for?What if we had worshipedWho will we call for?
Foul beasts, called angles?
What if the tribes of old were awed
By their disgusting benevolence,
And we cleaned their image over time.
Through the ages we scrubbed away what they are
And set a blank slate.
Their pristine effigy
Would now shimmer white,
And spotless.
So upon their return
Will we call for angles?
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Sanity is relative
--
Like father, like gun.
Like mother, like run.
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Wada'an ayatuha, al-harb
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