Anarchists unite with
bullets of kryptonyte
What annoys me: phony people, people who lie to get attention, religious hypocrites, jealousy of other peoples accomplishments, plagerism, people who suck, and not in the good way, when cats chew on plastic, when my dried cherries taste like wax, when my bf eats in my bed and leaves pistachio shavings, muddy shoes, people who think they can sing, when I see the future, can prevent the bad thing, and don't, my drunk uncle who wasted his life, and left my grandmother to die on the floor
What brings me joy: The beauty and purity of a childs spirit, fresh snow covering the land, pussywillows(white willow bark),thinking about how beautiful mother nature is, flowers, the color green, fresh fruit, bright silvery white light, seeing double rainbows, seeing the sun rise, rose quartz, my kids, the voices of children, my friend sughi, my grandmother(just her spirit now), turtles, the list goes on and on....
What are some things that annoy you or give you joy?
I just ask anyone, as I would expect this from anyone else; you may take my poetry, to read or whatever, but I have copyrights on all my work, and all the original documents I have going back until I was 13 years old. Respectively, if you want to share it with someone else or keep for your own self, just ask me. My work is being compiled to be published and I am very protective of this gift that grandmother spider and Creator have given to me, so with that said, Aho!
Yesterdays Prisoner
Remember yesterday, only yesterday, so simple in a minds eye, so simple. But was it real or a light-hearted fantasy lie?
Yesterday, "I don't remember", you say, "I don't remember". It was cloudy, it was grey, clutched in my grasp, just a moments wish away...
silence, I say, it is excuses I depise. nothing but silent, sheltered cries. tell the truth, that is if you can? Are you alive, up above, or dead, rotting away benieth the sand? but why, you say to me , why. You brought forth the ring, binded by hate...through the face of death, the hour grows late.
Tis true, the ring, I snipped off her finger, so unattach the strings, no more shall I linger...
but alas, it is you who masques the deed, wretched and swollen, disguised secrets woven, my feast you cautiously heed. Now do you remember, for surely you must. Stones upon stones they fell, secretly secured in prevailing hell...behind the burning gate they did thrust, in a turmoil of rage and lust...doubeling her soul to sell!
But yet again, you say "why, why?" I am no longer free, what should it matter to me. It is he who scoffs my trembling plea's...the river of life has faded and silently evaded into a blood-red siege. For now the pain seems everlasting, and ebony steeds...encumber, fasting. Swiftly carrying you away into another day. No memories do they bare for sins of plenty are not forgiven by the look of his cold undying stare.
Unto whither, below, and hither, it is time to meet the end. Into tomorrow, forever i will follow, darkness I descend unto thee...upon this moon I fly, with a piercing screech, I cry...now and forever, goodbye!
Yesterday, now buried benieth the stones. away from sight, and black as night; expanded feathers make their flight, perching on flesh and bones. Is it true? The mottled flesh doth burn. 'Twas a ring on her finger, which no longer lingers, and only the heavens do churn?
On leveled ground, the watcher stands nigh, a hand to his mouth, he stifles a cry. Down...
Deep...
Far below...
The wicked wind doth blow!
soaring above, like the wings of a dove; yesterdays wrappings, they flew, and were flapping, and on and on thunder continued; clapping, until the rumbling grew!
Up from the grave...the wicked wind doth blow...
(the horror was saved)
Peered the sleek feathered head of an ebony crow, with gold emerald rings on each horn-leathered toe! 
bullets of kryptonyte
What annoys me: phony people, people who lie to get attention, religious hypocrites, jealousy of other peoples accomplishments, plagerism, people who suck, and not in the good way, when cats chew on plastic, when my dried cherries taste like wax, when my bf eats in my bed and leaves pistachio shavings, muddy shoes, people who think they can sing, when I see the future, can prevent the bad thing, and don't, my drunk uncle who wasted his life, and left my grandmother to die on the floor
What brings me joy: The beauty and purity of a childs spirit, fresh snow covering the land, pussywillows(white willow bark),thinking about how beautiful mother nature is, flowers, the color green, fresh fruit, bright silvery white light, seeing double rainbows, seeing the sun rise, rose quartz, my kids, the voices of children, my friend sughi, my grandmother(just her spirit now), turtles, the list goes on and on....
What are some things that annoy you or give you joy?
I just ask anyone, as I would expect this from anyone else; you may take my poetry, to read or whatever, but I have copyrights on all my work, and all the original documents I have going back until I was 13 years old. Respectively, if you want to share it with someone else or keep for your own self, just ask me. My work is being compiled to be published and I am very protective of this gift that grandmother spider and Creator have given to me, so with that said, Aho!
Yesterdays Prisoner
Remember yesterday, only yesterday, so simple in a minds eye, so simple. But was it real or a light-hearted fantasy lie?
Yesterday, "I don't remember", you say, "I don't remember". It was cloudy, it was grey, clutched in my grasp, just a moments wish away...
silence, I say, it is excuses I depise. nothing but silent, sheltered cries. tell the truth, that is if you can? Are you alive, up above, or dead, rotting away benieth the sand? but why, you say to me , why. You brought forth the ring, binded by hate...through the face of death, the hour grows late.
Tis true, the ring, I snipped off her finger, so unattach the strings, no more shall I linger...
but alas, it is you who masques the deed, wretched and swollen, disguised secrets woven, my feast you cautiously heed. Now do you remember, for surely you must. Stones upon stones they fell, secretly secured in prevailing hell...behind the burning gate they did thrust, in a turmoil of rage and lust...doubeling her soul to sell!
But yet again, you say "why, why?" I am no longer free, what should it matter to me. It is he who scoffs my trembling plea's...the river of life has faded and silently evaded into a blood-red siege. For now the pain seems everlasting, and ebony steeds...encumber, fasting. Swiftly carrying you away into another day. No memories do they bare for sins of plenty are not forgiven by the look of his cold undying stare.
Unto whither, below, and hither, it is time to meet the end. Into tomorrow, forever i will follow, darkness I descend unto thee...upon this moon I fly, with a piercing screech, I cry...now and forever, goodbye!
Yesterday, now buried benieth the stones. away from sight, and black as night; expanded feathers make their flight, perching on flesh and bones. Is it true? The mottled flesh doth burn. 'Twas a ring on her finger, which no longer lingers, and only the heavens do churn?
On leveled ground, the watcher stands nigh, a hand to his mouth, he stifles a cry. Down...
Deep...
Far below...
The wicked wind doth blow!
soaring above, like the wings of a dove; yesterdays wrappings, they flew, and were flapping, and on and on thunder continued; clapping, until the rumbling grew!
Up from the grave...the wicked wind doth blow...
(the horror was saved)
Peered the sleek feathered head of an ebony crow, with gold emerald rings on each horn-leathered toe!
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Sounds like we do have much in common.
Thank you for thinking of Max. He pulled through the surgery okay and he's resting this morning.