I was inspired to write this poem by the Saskatchewan license plate and what I have seen of the beautiful province. I hope you like it. It doesn't really fit in any genre, but fantasy was closest.
Drinking. Not very fun. And ladies and gentleman, i dont drink
I just know we can do this. And this poem may seem like its ahead of my time, but hey, its a poem!
Just a poem. Read it if you want.
When you first saw me, what did you think?
The wandering mystery bright and helpless...
Let me be there for you.
~R for Safety~ They thought she was joking. She'd never dream of doing that. But she was out for a bloodlust revenge and she'd make them pay. They won't forget
The title says it all. Personaly Fire is my fave element.
A glimps into the world of a dreamer...
He's living in his own Hell. He can't escape. He's scared.
*shrug* I'm not sure if the genre is correct, but whatever.
*Another* random poem, fuled by bordem.
Another compleatly random poem, fuled by depression.
A random poem. That's about it.