"Foolish mortal"
I've dug you a grave,
it's cold and shallow.
Just like you.
I put it next to the forest,
maybe a wolf will find you?
I brood at the thought,
you're not good enough to be wolf food.
Remember what they told you?
Hurt me...
And you die.
They burried your body in the hole,
my insane friends of course.
Laughing hysterically,
dancing on your grave in celebration.
Burn in hell some chimed in laughter,
and don't expect your happily ever after!
moonwillow2994 commented on "Foolish mortal"
12-11-2009
12/11/2009
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| "Foolish mortal" | 1 | 12/10/2009 |
| Untitled | 0 | 06/09/2009 |
| Coner | 1 | 06/09/2009 |
| Werewolf | 0 | 05/27/2009 |
| Vampire | 0 | 05/26/2009 |
| A drowned maiden's hair | 0 | 05/26/2009 |
| I don't understand | 0 | 05/26/2009 |
| Despair | 1 | 05/26/2009 |
| A cold hearted, non-emotional person | 3 | 05/24/2009 |
| Only a dream | 1 | 05/24/2009 |
| I don't believe it | 1 | 05/24/2009 |
| Soulless | 1 | 05/24/2009 |
| Fearful Tears | 0 | 05/24/2009 |
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