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Permalink Reply by Frankie Lynch on November 16, 2010 at 6:11am

Grumple Harlemaw and The Spitting Flea


Oh the wee black spitting flea,
Sitting almost as proud as me,
Chose to sit there evermore,
By a gongclap hoarding tea.

To see the sight of burly night,
And to whom the see-er saw,
Could even give a mouse a fright,
T'was a grumple harlemaw.

A harlemaw is such a thing,
And to make the matters worse:
A grumple one comes with a sting,
To inject thee with a curse.

Approached the spitting flea it did,
With its jingle-jangle shoes,
And said, "I'm looking for a katydid!"
Oh this sentence did confuse...

"Why dost thou hunt fer Katy,
And whatever did she do?
I could share more teas than eighty,
If thou tell, oh please, thank-you!"

Saying "thank-you" crumpled grumple's face,
As there was no way out,
Of keeping secret his disgrace,
Because of this baffoonic lout.

For once you say a thank-you,
With-out getting a reply,
The thanks must then be followed through:
It's enough to make one cry.

"Well jingle-jangle cormy blight,
You surely make me swear!
I haven't sworn since upon last night,
When I lost me teddy-bear!"

"I'm so sorry, what's the matter?
What's the matter, I ask you?
I did not mean to anti-flatter,
So what did Katy do?"

The harlemaw straightened his hat-like head,
To calm his tattered nerves.
Once un-tattered, Grumple said,
"She missed the ball she serves!"

At this ghastly, horrid truth,
The flea spat out his tea!
And although this might seem quite uncouth;
He got some on his knee.

"Let us not get in a panic, sir.
Now is not the time to fret.
Perhaps the reason the ball hates her
Is because she got it wet."

The grumple had a ponder-thought
Which made a clicking sound.
"We could burn the ball and make it hot,
Then we'll cool it on the ground!"

"No no no we can't do that,
for the ball will start to melt!"
The flea sat there and thunk and sat,
Then thunk'd a thought heartfelt.

"What we'll do to dry this ball
Is to cancel out the wet
With more water from a waterfall;
It is the safest bet."

Creeped up behind the Katydid
Did the two without a thud,
As they crawled from bushes where they hid
The Grumple stung and Flea drunk blood!

Thus there lay the katydone
With wet ball in-hand.
Her body baked under the sun
And her skin turned into sand.

As they threw that big wet ball
Along with bones and sand
Down the roaring waterfall,
They followed hand-in-hand.

Frankie Lynch (2010)

Permalink Reply by Paige Natalie Turner on November 20, 2010 at 10:16pm

I don't understand a lot of things,
I don't understand things like how X's and O's represent hugs and kisses,
If you ask me U and I should represent hugs and kisses.
I don't understand why people would do anything for a Klondike bar,
as for me,
I'll do anything for you.
I don't understand why I love smiles so much,
I'm guessing it's because smiles look like "U" and you know how much I love you.
I don't understand liars,
because you lied but you were also standing.
I don't understand why you're with her,
I know she's a dime,
but you're worth more than that.
I don't understand why you're expecting something clever,
Foxes are clever,
and I'm no Megan.

Permalink Reply by Jessica Binnebose on March 4, 2011 at 12:45pm

Denial Syndrome

Day one;

I awoke in a dreary state

curiosity on my mind

and a sweet sensation burning in my blood

I conversed with the walls

discovered a gold mine of dreams

moved in on my prey with stealth-like devotion

found out what a breath of clarity means

and a truth waiting on the horizon

So, in spite of my convictions

I still sent post cards in my head to my long lost friend, make-believe

before setting out towards sunset skies

of crushed up dreams and bitter goodbyes

I could never forget what you said about all the tragic stories you wrote to yourself in bed

it still feels like you've been around

though you were robbed by every heart in town made of stone

I still can't say I'd do anything for you

this time, I set out for something less engaging

a journey into a lost world

with immunity of falling victim to such a entity

This morning, I awoke in a dreary state

in search of a part of myself I would not hate

 

Day two;

As I began my exploration to nothing,

I was plagued by a visual exploit, I believe they call 'memory'

deeply perplexed, I ventured back to the day

where secrets slept and fears came alive

you and I met somewhat strangely

an exchange of poison words on a balcony

your eyes begged "look at me" with a bushel of desperation

but I could not tear myself away from your liquid life support scars

Always so tense and alarmed

while posing fluent addresses of an intent to self harm

Little did I know your advice put me to a test

that I might care and find salvation for such a wreck

I think I passed though I also failed

because I fell in love with that girl

we'd lay beneath rain storms and she'd let me know when she cried

I'd hold her while she wept and whisper "Sleep well, butterfly."

these times were beautiful but they also hurt me, you see

but that is a secret well kept in reality

though I will admit that I could never regret her bright eyes

For she would teach me a great lesson in strife

of how not to save a lover's life

 

Day three;

The memories subsided a bit

as I tried to focus on the fairies ahead of me

but a quote resided in my mind

"Never leave a friend behind."

In anger, I retorted loud in disgust

"You never mean a thing to me," as if she were an act of lust

and I coaxed myself with the lie, hidden in plain daylight

If it helps to kill the pain, I told myself

so in my head, I dubbed her make-believe

and let her take the form of a monster

The thing about monsters though is that they hate confinement

although I was confident she was trapped without a lock or key,

my bitter past caught up with me

she took on a form most terrifying

ravaged me until I could not sleep

shouting things like, "Why would you shut me out like we never happened?"

"How dare you forget about me?"

To a point, she was right

but I was just an ignorant fool

and chose to leave her instead holding onto her memory

instead of mourning, I decided to hate

was it wrong to hate a person lost to fate?

She gave me a taste of how it felt to be left behind

gave me reason to regret my misguided way of healing

 

Day four;

I think I've had enough time

to figure this all out

my story was more flawed than I originally thought

She showed me the truth

in a dream sequence I didn't ask for

taking me back to the miserable day

that she decided to give her life away

contemplated suicide.

my heart ached for resolution and maybe God

but as I remembered the pain, I also recalled something I missed before

Those faces in the crowd that smirked at her funeral

perhaps they had known something I hadn't

maybe they were the cause behind the flood

that had taken my love and rubbed it in the mud

All this time, I was angry at you

but now I knew the cold truth

you didn't commit suicide

It was all a lie

I saw those three faces, how jealous they were of you

to my surprise, the dream rang true

How could I ever had made a mockery of my only good memory?

I failed to believe the image I made you out to be

Now my journey is now at rest

for I had gained light in the darkness that was shed

Now I could live, but never forget

Permalink Reply by Jordan on March 28, 2011 at 2:24pm

I wrote this one day after a fight with one of my very close friends.   It was a very serious situation, and it just keeps getting worse. I just spilled all my emotions on a piece of paper and it basically somewhat describes the situation.

 

No Big Deal

I tell myself that it's no big deal,

That these feelings aren't really real.

I say I'm okay and try to live life,

But just seeing you hurts like a knife.

 

I'm trying to move on, it's no big deal.

But my memories spin on a reel,

That's all that runs through my mind,

I wish I could just hit rewind.

 

I need to move on, for there's nothing left for me with you.

I can't help but to feel blue.

You've already moved on, so why can't I?

Instead I just sit here and cry.

 

I tell myself that it's no big deal, life still moves on.

But this doesn't feel right, but so very wrong.

You said you'd love me till the end,

I want this relationship to mend.

 

My love for you will never disappear.

I just hope things will get better within the next year.

So I guess this is goodbye,

But I don't want to cry.

 

I keep telling myself no big deal,

When I know that my feelings will always be real.

 

Please feel free to comment.

Permalink Reply by Rosie Jones on May 25, 2011 at 1:00pm

(This is meant to be song lyrics. Excuse the slang, and rhyming:) i sounded better in my head, im sure)

 

Modern Day Medusa

 

The things your nightmares are made of,

The things hiding in shadows, corners of your mind,

The perfect example of what you hate,

That's everything she is.

 

Her eyes, don't tell thier beautiful,

Her lies, don't fall for every apology.

 

Don't let her seduce ya,

Stun you, she's a modern day medusa,

She wants to thrill it up and use ya,

Well don't, she's just the modern day medusa.

 

A devils' halo burns out bright,

Confuses you right through the night,

You choose to see that she's a saint,

That's everything she'll never be.

 

Her eyes, don't tell thier beautiful,

Her lies, don't fall for every apology.

 

Don't let her seduce ya,

Stun you, she's a modern day medusa,

She wants to thrill it up and use ya,

Well don't, she's just the modern day medusa.

 

She's not the type of girl you take dancing, romancing,

She might like the wine and dine,

As long as your taking her to bed in time,

That's everything she's after.

 

Her eyes, don't tell thier beautiful,

Her lies, don't fall for every apology.

 

Don't let her seduce ya,

Stun you, she's a modern day medusa,

She wants to thrill it up and use ya,

Well don't, she's just the modern day medusa.

 

Don't let her abuse ya,

Don't love a modern day medusa.

Permalink Reply by Gaby Salazar on June 1, 2011 at 8:37pm

I’m on a cliff that overlooks the black sea. The sky only proves that there is a storm brewing. I inhale sharply, and smell the salt water from down below. I stare out to the void ocean and wonder what I’m doing here. I don’t remember getting here. I look down; my shoes are missing. The ground under my feet is rough. The prickly grass is a bit moist on my toes. The waves (maybe a hundred feet below me) crash against the wall of rock. I try to open my mouth to speak, but the words can’t find their way out. I feel someone is watching me. I turn around and my older brother is standing before me. His face is completely emotionless, unlike the way I remember him. I stare at him, puzzlingly. The wind moves his dark blonde hair from his face. After what seems to be hours of him staring at me, he takes a step towards me. My heart nearly stops. He smiles politely. I feel as if he’s going to hug me so I almost close my eyes, but he walks right past me. He mounts himself at the edge of the cliff. I begin to realize what’s happening, try to scream, begging him to stop, but nothing comes out of my open mouth. He turns to me, waving slightly with a half smile on his face, before taking the last step towards his downfall. He’s about to fall when I’m able to cry, “Stop! Don’t do it!”

Permalink Reply by Paige Natalie Turner on July 2, 2011 at 9:14pm

I built a house out of all my writers blocks.
Every door and window,
Closed by locks.
No inspiration ever gets in.

Permalink Reply by Michelle Concannon on January 15, 2012 at 10:46pm

Darkness closing in
'till i am suffocated
'til death do us part...  

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