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He floats on the river of the dead,
With corpses and skeletons alongside,
Paddling a boat that sails on its own,
Marching toward the great Unknown,
He's the Hero.
With a sheath on his waist,
And a sword ready to be drawn,
He walks inside the mouth of a dark and moistly cave,
Into sure doom, into sure death,
Our Hero fears nothing but failure.
A clash of metal and a fight begins,
The world and his life all hang by the string,
They dance for the fate of the planet,
One strike and one roar,
The Hero is overwhelming the monster.
A cry of pain and a manic red glare,
The beast decides to take him with it to hell,
As it dies it dives for one last attack,
Sharp teeth rip into the boy's flesh,
A Hero was lost to death.
He floats on the river of the dead,
With corpses and skeletons like him,
Watching someone else paddle a boat that sails on its own,
Being carried by the stream into more Unknown,
He was the Hero.
(c) Mrs. Lonely.
With corpses and skeletons alongside,
Paddling a boat that sails on its own,
Marching toward the great Unknown,
He's the Hero.
With a sheath on his waist,
And a sword ready to be drawn,
He walks inside the mouth of a dark and moistly cave,
Into sure doom, into sure death,
Our Hero fears nothing but failure.
A clash of metal and a fight begins,
The world and his life all hang by the string,
They dance for the fate of the planet,
One strike and one roar,
The Hero is overwhelming the monster.
A cry of pain and a manic red glare,
The beast decides to take him with it to hell,
As it dies it dives for one last attack,
Sharp teeth rip into the boy's flesh,
A Hero was lost to death.
He floats on the river of the dead,
With corpses and skeletons like him,
Watching someone else paddle a boat that sails on its own,
Being carried by the stream into more Unknown,
He was the Hero.
(c) Mrs. Lonely.
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Hidden Potential
Every woman is nervous on the day of her wedding. This had sounded like a cliché when my mother had told me this, but now on the threshold of the same event my body was displaying all the signs of a blushing bride. Perversely, my mind was utterly calm. It had better things to worry about. Like the discovery I had been working on for the last five years.
The scheduled unveiling should have taken place a while ago. But my parents dropped this bomb on me. Marry His Highness, Alexander Petraeus Marcus Maxmillian the VIIIth, Prince and heir of the Andromeda Galaxy, and the last family to retain ties to Earth. In my opinion their claim to be
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a hat made of bricks
Let me plot it out for you
in the moment that I will wipe off this cake smear from my eyebrow, pull the warm cookie dough out of my nostrils I will
I mean
I will change something!
in the moment that I blow the feathery feathers from the pillow I like to chew on for days and nights
and nights that are in fact only
transvestites of pure sharp daylight bodies in dark glittery flowing gowns
as soon as I
get all these feathers down and out and down
I will change something!
I have already planned a certain number of possible attempts and
would be quite pleased if you could
stand next to me and
cross them off the list
with this
pen th
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Fish and Frog.
A Frogologue.
Frog is sitting on a log that is lying across a small pond.
Fish is swimming around in that pond.
Frog: We are all objects moving through space and time.
Fish: You are not moving; you are sitting. Neither am I moving through space; I am moving through water.
Frog: Mere quibbles, Quibbler. The water and the log are both moving through space as the world turns, and because you are in the water and I am on the log, we are moving too.
Fish: I object.
Frog: Why?
Fish: You said I was an object so I am objecting.
Frog: Ha, ha, very funny, Tiddler.
Fish: My name is Fish.
Frog: To me you are a tiddler. I am
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Because we never hear about the main character dying in books, but reality's a bitch...
A nice poem, I like it. Feel free to give me pointers!
Mrs. Lonely
A nice poem, I like it. Feel free to give me pointers!
Mrs. Lonely
© 2011 - 2024 Mrs-Lonely
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That is so very beautifully written. So vivid and immersive...