Tuesday, January 11, 2011

The moving mouth


Oh mighty beast with scales on skin and eyes red with rage,
In the pit of your stomach the rage of hell released and tamed again
On the curve of your back armored spikes that separate both your wings
Your razor teeth and sharpened claws can rip me apart

Oh mighty beast with scales on skin and sings of yin and yang
Oh mighty beast I'll slaughter you and learn to tame your fire
This mighty beast can't hurt a fly! I'll take your head home with me
I spoke to soon, I said to much, now his's toasted me
My head departed, my body burnt to bits
My head still tells the story threw a glass jar
The beast has won the war because my mouth still moves
In a freezing cave, on a leathered shelf lies my severed head and my moving mouth

Fuego Anhel


Her eyes were balls of fire
Her hair were flames as well
Her ears were sharp and pointy 
Her  home was down in hell
Her teeth were sharpened fangs
Her nails were eagle claws
This crazy girls's a lion she eats all her meat raw
Her roar was an earthquake, it destroyed, it shook, it took
Her mind is a basket filled with evil ideas and looks
Her heart was an ice box sucked up in a black hole, and it sucked up everything
Nothing was left as whole
Her looks are an angel, Stunning beyond belief
expect those pointy fangs those things she used as teeth
This girl that I describe her name is Fuego Anhel
all men and boys beware, she only preys on males
Just because she can
If you see Fuego you should have already ran



Friday, January 7, 2011

the crow

A Blackened bird with feathered wings like tar and dirty ice
A shiny bill and tiny tongue that sqeaks and sqawks like mice
It's glassy eyes and percing  stare sends shivers down your spine 
It follows you, It watches you, attacks and makes you blind
Removing flesh, you fight it off and try to run away
It calls it's friends, you meet again, and stops you on the way
Buzzards fly, flies buzz, around your few remains
The bird it laughs, devouring flesh, you've finally gone insane
You snap awake and sit up straight and look around the room
The evil crow just laughs at you "Prepare to meet your doom"

Thursday, January 6, 2011

I too am America (Remake)

I, too, sing America
I'm the stand that holds the tree
They tell m to watch my younger siblings
That I have no choice,
But I smile,
and teach well
and love all
Fore tomorrow
I will have the world
My siblings shall have it too
You won't dare say "Stay here" to me then.
Besides
They will see my greatness
and finally be proud
I, Too, am America

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

The sky is falling


While the sky is falling I wonder what peanut butter and jelly would taste like on toast,
The fluffy, clear blue sky, falling, seagulls flying away,
Like love the sky don't care who it hurts,
Like friends peanut butter and jelly are a great mix,
Nice, cool day like always,
Oh yeah, expect the sky is falling

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Crystal ball

















I stare into a crystal ball, it shows me now a empty hall,
My life and what it use to be, before i found my destiny
I stare into a crystal ball, now showing me lonely star, which tells me not to ever stop until I reach the lonely top.
Without this crystal ball I see my life would be a hollowed tree, a empty hall, or used up can.
This crystal ball I use today, can flash my whole life in a single day

Tears



I feel the water warm and dry,
It frightens me as it leaves my eye,
It rolls down my cheek and on to my neck,
It falls from my shirt threw the holes in the deck.
It waits for its friends to slowly race down,
Then together they sink into the cold hard ground,
Under a rock the tears are now bound.
the time has past a week, a month, a year
Than a beautiful flower is grown from my tears