angst, death, faith, fear, hope, life, loss, lost love, love, passion, sad, me,
by Ross Thompson |
Too long, to long for that which I once had.
Undoing the melody,
that played on my heart strings.
Skinning the weasel
that would eat innocence.
Too empty, to empty myself here and now.
the occupation of fallen one.
Too bare, to bare fragile soul in this state.
the day I awoke
to see that nothing is mine.
Skiving from love
that left me burning.
Too sorry, to sorry the pain into dark corners.
Lion and snake
take turns to occupy
my gaze and soul.
Leaving me mixed-up and confounded.
by Charles Grisham |
angst, teen, me,
If I steal the one you love
And enjoyed every second I'm with her
And you're not
Would you call me a monster?
In some cases i don't know what to do
In most I can weasel in a safe way out
Soft brown eyes don't let me down
I may never get back up
by Brooks Lewis III |
adventure, animal, celebration, character, christmas, poetry, word play,
"Merry Christmas to all", says Sam the Stork
As he parties with some friends
They are laughing and joking merrily
As they boogey til the end
Leo the Lion is letting his mane loose
And of course things aren't complete without good ol Mother Goose
Frank the Fox and Stewie the Snake
Join Willy the Weasel with an intent to take
Harry the Hippo just wants to grub
While Susan the Swan just wants some love
Different animals all around just trying to get smitten
Deangelo the Dog is dancing with Krissa the Kitten
Everybody just wants to have a good time
Let tomorrow be tomorrow but today lets be fine
by Laura Breidenthal |
confusion, depression, sad,
Crush me in your joking ways
Not even a glance to make it okay
Weasel your way into my mind
Where the heart is tangled in your pride
I seek the light that caresses your hair
I seek you alone but you are never there
Whenever I am by myself in this darkened place
I think of the words you have said—I see your face
And every night there is an aching in my soul
A feeling you will certainly never know
Being everything I can, I try to help you see
That I would do anything
For your love—minus the sting
For your love
Minus the sting
Minus the sting
by James Horn |
dream did find in field
to us always had appealed
with much love was sealed
we had been balking
reach point where there is talking
for friend stalking
life was imperil
when we sang christmas carol
screech sounded sterile
issue was skirting
when my back had been hurting
which i was blurting
his name was Cecil
who we heard was a weasel
art work on easel