The siren.

He wrote her a song, but it never got finished They both fell in love, but it was soon diminished She sits on his bed and cries in his lap He cries back at her, knowing they can't go back. Hours go by and neither one can accept That by letting...

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New Trunks: Tasteful Nudity and Missed Birthdays

This is a violation of both my trust for you as a friend and your poor, poor, unloved father." well, not unloved for long. "fine, i'll feel bad, now go pack and get ready to be plowed into the next century.

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all alone song

I desserve to be alone nobody loves me.i'm unloveable i never feellike myself.everyone esle has somebody.i don't need anybody.i'm so very lonely i wish i was gone. i need somebody anybody.but i'm not shure if i can help myself.

The YOLO Sonnet

Solely give one poet as its host you'll clearly see it's no mistake once you remove all doubt let go and we will strive to make our love a strong redoubt you hesitate to speak, beloved, of what i'm quick to say love lesser men, leave me unloved

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Why...

Must i sit alone depressed and unloved longing in my heart my soul crushed and broken being passed around and laughed new tears appearing every day....more and more tattered what remains becomes... the thing i seek long eluding me forever hiding locked away

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The WindDragon Lullaby

You feel unsafe, unloved and hurt... but when the wind blows you know that i'm with you.... holding you close to keep you safe and warm... so be brave little one for i'm here now to keep you safe from anything...

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Ageing

.^ an old woman sits all alone unloved, uncherished and unknown. sitting beside her broken door.

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song:I'm fine I swear-huskydingo

I'm fine i swear but i am so damn unlovable. can you hear me cry out anymore. maybe i am just a nevermore, a sad loathsome whore. maybe when i look at my own grave i can be happy knowing my suffering is going to end anyways.

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I Don't Know...

This poem is dedicated to the unloved. the unfortunate. the ones who live apart from what we would consider everyday society. but still in my sadness, and also my madness, i kneel and i pray for hope and a cure.

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What is life worth living for?

These things make me feel all sick inside, feeling sad, unwanted, unloved, misunderstood. trying to confront you about these feelings, results in pain and misery being added to the flood.

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