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Wolf in a snowman’s clothing

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An icey smile that lures you in
What do I mean?
Picture it.
A snowman with the warmest smile
The cutest face
And an adorable attire
A catch phrase of joy
But the smile hides the truth.
Fangs of ice
Hang from his mouth
The cute black eyes
As soulless as Manson’s
The hat that belonged to a child
“Have you seen me?” on some milk
Was the last time someone saw him
“Hee ho!”
An auditory illusion.
To hide his sinister intent.
By the time you notice
It’s so white
Trapped in a winter wonderland
Then a hint of red.
But hey
Now there’s no school today.

The diary of a monkey

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Wake up and wonder why
Lie still today
“Hello how are you?”
Wait till night for tired and good night
Lie still
…
Lie still
…
Lie still
Jump in shower
Only way to feel warmth
Cold and hallow after
Subway time
Me late
How?
Sitting. Study?
Study smile.
Class
Teacher upset.
Me no study.
Me do best to keep smile
Me no study though
I’m sorry.
Teacher upset.
I’m sorry
Subway time
“Where are you?”
They no care.
No response unless monkey needed
Just yell at monkey.
Study smile
Monkey hungy
Arrive.
Monkey want food.
“Can you..?”
Monkey so hungy.
Kids arrive.
Monkey must smile
Monkey must sing
Monkeys life depends on it
Monkey not smile enough.
Me sorry
Monkey not sing enough
Me sorry
Monkey life not enough
Me sorry
Subway time
“Tired”
“Why?”
Rains in the subway
Only monkey sees
That’s why
…
Subway done
Late but hungy
Cold.
Smile gone.
Come back tomorrow.
Beep
Someone else
“Help”
Help
“Thanks”
They don’t stay
No one does
Eat
Home
Lie there
….
Wonder why
Lie there
…
Shower
“Work”
“What happened?”
Lie there
….
Lie there
….
“Good night i miss you”
Smile comes
“Good night i miss you too”
Smile goes
Lie there
….
Why?
Tomorrow begins
Lie there
…
Alone
Why?
Rains in monkey’s room.

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Ooh ooh aah aah

Winter’s delima

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A phoenix lives to die

Many do not understand

That it’s death isn’t the end

They’ll try to stop it

Prolong it

Thinking it’s suffering

Only to cause intense pain

Let it die

It’ll be happier

No more pain

No more suffering

Poof. There’s the flame

However, no one tells you it isn’t always going to come back.

See, this could be the last spark.

Let it die

It’s already lived lives of pain

Lives of suffering

You think you’re saving it

But it’s time to rest

It’s time to die.

Will it come back?

Who knows

Time will tell

Should it perish know this

It’s suffered numerous times

Met it’s maker numerous times

Lived lives of sorrow

At the same time

It’s lived lives of happiness

It’s known more joy

Then you or I

Now, let it die.

If it’s gone

Then so is its pain

The happiness lives on

So, let it die.

Just, let it die.

240

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He lived with gators

Did no meth

Instead he wrestled on Twitter

Avenging the anime tiddies

A fren to all

But felt no worth

These words may not be heard

But I hope you’re just resting

Wake up tomorrow

Wrestle that SJW

With the looks of a gator

In the land of meth

Provider of FLMan

This was written when my friend was threatening suicide and just disappeared off of Twitter. Hence the title of 240. It’s the character limit. Fortunately he came back later fine. We were very worried. Though he wasn’t the same since. No idea what happened.
Now he’s out there and I have no clue where he’s at.
I know you don’t want me in your life anymore but I hope you’re okay and you will continue to be happy. You may be combative but you are a good person. I was proud to call you my fren.


If I am to not be in your life. Please, be safe. That’s all I ask.

Depressing December

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It’s a long walk
Through the trees the snow flutters
Cold, slow, and down
Looking up it’s just clouds
And the dandruff they shed
The happy sun hidden
Stolen from us in broad day
A man wrapped worse than I
Shivering, old, smelly
Everyone ignores him as he wastes
Why?
His back against a wall
defeated
Rather than spread the December emptiness
I’ll give him some Christmas cheer
It’s not much
But I hope it’ll get you a meal
Looking up, through the dandruff
I see part of the sun
Fleeing from his kidnapper

I wrote this one in December and forgot to post it

They all mean the same

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One for one
An eye for an eye
When one door closes another opens
We hear them yet don’t listen
We believe them but don’t understand
In March my grandfather decays
With June he shall pass
June isn’t to blame
Time is.
June isn’t to blame
Yet if June never came
Would he still live?
June isn’t to blame
One for one
An eye for an eye
When one door closes another opens
They all mean the same
Bullshit.

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Happy Birthday

Uh

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So. Not active. Whatever. Anyone who knows the history of this site knows that.

Just a update on life.

I’m writing again. I’ll be posting poems randomly here. Just so there’s some activity. I have a few things I want to write about but I dunno.

I’m working on getting back into game dev. I’ve written a game. Mechanics are done,world is done, characters are done, story progress is done. I just have to actually write it, program what needs to be programmed, get stock art until I can buy art, and music.

My goal is to have this game done by October, sans what I have to buy.let’s see if I can hit that goal.

That’s about what I can think of.

Here’s my latest poem, spoiler it’s shit like all of mine are. Eh,I shouldn’t be too negative. Sorry. Had a nightmare and it’s fucking with me. You ever have one that just causes existential loneliness and dread? One you can’t shake?

I’ll be fine.Sorry if formatting is bad. I used my phone

“20 Acres of Life”

Roll over

No one to be found

Just my dreams

Is this how life was to be?

A bed for 2

But not even 1

A house for a king

Yet living in squalor

In my living room

There’s no throne

A dinning hall fit for a feast

A quarter pounder is the only beast

His and her bathrooms

Looks like he killed her

A den for my friends

The door never touched

Wake up and all I want is

I love you

All I want