Hello, Steady Stereotype here. I've always had trouble making user-names, so of course I love this site since I can change it as many times as I want. Even if this is my first time changing my name. Stereotypes are my pet peeves, but then again I'm a horrible hypocrite so I can be pretty stereotypical, you'll just have to forgive me. I'm an amateur poet, but it isn't a big deal to me since I don't dream of writing poetry my whole life. I'm a Canadian resident, in a loud home with a loud family, and I slap on a pair of headphones to make them all go away. Feel free to msg me to chat. I don't bite. (: |
Ever symbolic flying dove,
Soars the sky high above...
Mother mother, can't I have,
just one cookie tonight...
Enchanting branches reaching tethered arms,
Coaxing personnas with flamboyant charms...
Off-tune sobbing, crash to the ground,
No music, no comfort, nothing found...
Tell me a word to use,
To express the feelings inside...
Enchanting branches reaching tethered arms,
Coaxing personnas with flamboyant charms...
Punch the shattered mirror,
Watch glistening petals fall...
It's like your ears are clogged with spit,
And the blood and tears you've caused...
Poke your eyes out, |
That's two, too many people gone |
And friends are the kind of people, |