It’s been far to long since I’ve last written a poem worth posting. But here it is:
Sweet dreams and faere roses
Bedeck thy bedroom window
Spreading sweet the fragrances
You smell upon your pillow
While you dream of fondest wishes
Beneath the nightscape willow
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I stayed at the Spilgers so I could drive mom and dad to the airport this morning.
That would explain some of the weirdness that’s been going on.
its 2:50 am, and I am all alone in the apartment…
oh, brother where art thou?
Weirdness?
Blood gushing out of the toilet, eyeless girls walking through mirrors, and fits of hysteria throughout the apartment complex. You know, the usual.
Oh. For a second there I thought it might be something strange.
LOL! Jon, I miss your randomness and sarcasm. It’s better in person.
Poor Read.
*bugs Jason to post pictures of thanksgiving so she can steal them away*
Oh, yes, and nice rhyming poem. :-P
wait a minute, mom and dad were in town to go to the airport, and no one told me!