My attempt at iambic pentameter:
The drain is dripping, the faucet broken.
One of the many things to be replaced.
Moments of silence punctuated by
Echos and sighs of missed memories,
Falling away and pooling in a dark place.
Ghoulish song and laughter ring through the pipes.
The chaos it causes prevents me from Sleep.
It consumes and fills the house with dead sounds.
@thebestpatrick and I are starting a punk band called "Sex SCAB" if anyone is interested. We only write and perform pro-union shows with the intention of making strikes way more inconvenient for those not involved. All proceeds from shows will benefit charities.
I've raised this girl since she was born. Runt of the litter at almost 14 years old. She's survived an almost fatal kidney infection and is currently fighting eColi. She's old but everytime I'm home she curls up with me and it's like her pain just melts away. She becomes a kitten again. I know her time with me is coming to an end but she has been the greatest of cats
Let us dress up like the woods
and take shelter from monotony.
Let our mantles be of leaves and our hearts be of stars,
the wind is our whisper under the canopy of dreams.
You trace your roots along the spines of trees,
laughter lights in the crevices in our bark, and we drop
the shreds of humanity at the creek.
Batting your blades of grass against my stone,
new beginnings of saplings sprout from our shoulders,
our earthen skin supporting the life we create.
Socially Liberal Hosiery Conservative