darkpokeball
Beware the Chainsaw Meowth 0.o
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- Seen Apr 10, 2014
I've officially entered 'Poem of the Week!' with Painting.
Painting:
Now for the next poem for this thread:
Listen closely, do you hear?
Look sharply, do you see?
Now do you feel my fear?
Now do you understand me?
Make your movements slow
Or it will no doubt go
at you for the kill
As murder is it's will
I showed you the horrid sight
Now you understand, right?
The panic I had wasn't crazy
It was you who's vision was hazy
You couldn't see the truth
But I've dragged you into my booth
But I shall not forgive you so fast
Let's consider this next action the past
For in two seconds, it'll be history
This is what you get for doubting me
Yes, I shoved you hard and clear
Though enough, the shove seemed meer
But now it sees you
This is what you get for not seeing me true
For declaring me insane
For causing all this pain...
<ty for the positive posts guys about the 'improving and stuff'. And ty for even bothering to post!>
Painting:
Spoiler:
Colors surround me in the art studio
I'm ready to start yet another piece
I'm a good artist, and in love too
How can I impress that lovely Liz?
How can I live up to what her view
of love is?
I start with a red smudge
And draw with a color called 'Fudge'
It's a brownish-black
Yet my painting still lacks
How can I impress her?
Stupid love, I wish for a cure.
I paint a heart, big and red
I draw Liz's lovely head
I paint myself, on one side
To counter her being on the other
This painting, I'll treat with pride
Unless it's seen by my brother.
He hates Liz, I don't know why
When he sees her, his temper flies
I hide the painting in a secret place
To avoid seeing his enraged face
Come the day, I want to show her
I reach into my cabinet to grab it
To show the girl who is pure
But then comes an emotional hit
I forgot where I hid the piece
My sadness doesn't cease
How hard I worked
Now, I'm irked
The painting is gone
My rage flips on...
I'm ready to start yet another piece
I'm a good artist, and in love too
How can I impress that lovely Liz?
How can I live up to what her view
of love is?
I start with a red smudge
And draw with a color called 'Fudge'
It's a brownish-black
Yet my painting still lacks
How can I impress her?
Stupid love, I wish for a cure.
I paint a heart, big and red
I draw Liz's lovely head
I paint myself, on one side
To counter her being on the other
This painting, I'll treat with pride
Unless it's seen by my brother.
He hates Liz, I don't know why
When he sees her, his temper flies
I hide the painting in a secret place
To avoid seeing his enraged face
Come the day, I want to show her
I reach into my cabinet to grab it
To show the girl who is pure
But then comes an emotional hit
I forgot where I hid the piece
My sadness doesn't cease
How hard I worked
Now, I'm irked
The painting is gone
My rage flips on...
Now for the next poem for this thread:
Listen closely, do you hear?
Look sharply, do you see?
Now do you feel my fear?
Now do you understand me?
Make your movements slow
Or it will no doubt go
at you for the kill
As murder is it's will
I showed you the horrid sight
Now you understand, right?
The panic I had wasn't crazy
It was you who's vision was hazy
You couldn't see the truth
But I've dragged you into my booth
But I shall not forgive you so fast
Let's consider this next action the past
For in two seconds, it'll be history
This is what you get for doubting me
Yes, I shoved you hard and clear
Though enough, the shove seemed meer
But now it sees you
This is what you get for not seeing me true
For declaring me insane
For causing all this pain...
<ty for the positive posts guys about the 'improving and stuff'. And ty for even bothering to post!>