Invoking Innocence (OC)

Songs sang by soaring sparrows, spilled some sorrow,
 soaked in slander.
Wrong thou, words rang, I worried, where though?-
 will war wake, be woke or wander?
Belong's to birds, but "BANG!" it buried, there below-
 bill, bore break; we broke our bonder.
So long, no choice, we must, for honor-
 invoke innocence; lie no longer!

Amateur Poetry Series; "The Rebel" (Old OC)

The Rebel I

Oh, to dare into the deep,

beyond ones depth,

to rim of reach.

Behold what’s there;

fond of such feats,

and not despair,

of that which creeps.


The Rebel II

If I don’t feel real to you;

I won’t Reveal,

Unseal to you.

Alone ‘T is peel’s

Unzeal it’s true.

&no Font conceals

this wills blue hue.

Boo Who?


The Rebel III

The rebel thusly is revealed;

free to frolic, to and fro.

An alcoholic’s creamy field-

scooped with solace, way to go!

&Bob can mock, but maketh not;

Failing flatly on his whoa!

So long, farewell, we rid our rot, with-

Love and peace, you’ll never know.


The Rebel IV

What point afflicts us oft’

disjoints affixed things off

‘till tangles of the tounge

are subsequently rung;

the rebel sings, of terrible things,

devoured and deemed dung.


The Rebel V

Bob brings forth a bore foreboding,

bleak and bitter in its boasting.

My mind goes blank, half rebelled, roasting-

“I can see the future boy,

this is no game, nor is it toy.

No conversation” ‘twas his ploy. Yet-

I am here, to help not harm;

your words forewarning are disarmed.

I will not be afraid, nor feel alarmed.

A choice things boys, in hearing; charmed.


The Rebel VI

Her silhouette as soft as silk,

in stark contrast ‘gainst skin of milk,

dost bark a blast beheld in past;

with will to kill born of love’s last-

moment-so still, envied by glass.

I lie to claim any less than that.

Favorite Quote Collection (Updated)

“ Much madness is divinest sense
To a discerning eye;
Much sense the starkest madness.
‘T is the majority
In this, as all, prevails.
Assent, and you are sane;
Demure,—you’re straightway dangerous,
And handled with a chain." -Emily Dickinson


“ Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it’s better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring.”
―Marilyn Monroe


Love is;

 "4 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

 8 Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away." -1 Corinthians 13:4-8

Blog about Whatever

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Emerald Stars (OC)

She gives what one must receive;
not a modicum more.
She loves us so much; we believe.
Got only what’s in store.
She adores thusly, trust me, please?
She opens all the doors,
but we must walk, and talk, at least,
she trusts us to explore.
I did implore “you must relieve?”
She answered with a snore;
Dont bore your master with such pleas
You have what you’ve asked for.

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Six Feet Higher (OC)

Awake in darkness, drunk with thirst;
a need to feed.  Must escape first!

Screaming hard, as vessels burst.
Believe that freedom loss is worse-
than anything.

This void is cursed.

Feeble fingers; Bloody; flex and flow.
Needle stingers wreck and muddle hope.

Thinking; "What's Next?" as hungers grow.
Just six feet higher, then we'll know.


Original Poem by Audrey the Zombie