It's hard to fight an enemy
you can never keep an eye on;
except in pics or mirrors,
or in screens without the lights on
Unpredictable, my worst friend,
only acts on impulse, and scratching
at himself in search to find a single sign of pulse,
Claiming all of his thoughts as another's, still not sure of his intent.
Sees little consequence,
talks too much, is fairly dense,
and even on the best of days,
the two of us can't make amends.
He tends to sit there, silent,
sulking, just for kicks,
and if he sits long enough
for his leg to sleep,
he'll wade the River Styx.
It flows through him; it always has,
like arteries of dark distilled.
It always will,
just lethal enough to hurt,
but never enough to kill -
The enemy wreaks havoc
on my room and grade point average,
with the rations trashing last Decembers gains I could've stashed
His eyes are pitch black, at least,
they should be, only grey,
and if I could ever lay a hand on him,
oh boy, would that be the day.
I guess I have.
I never think I will,
but if I clock him once or twice, it seems,
it's blurry enough to deal.
I'm - He's a mean one.
Days get rough for just an elf.
I want to run away,
but you can't run from yourself.
If I could make one Christmas wish
I'd wish to still be twelve,
and not to dwell on melted
ice cream cones;
or hear St Peter's bell
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Poetry, One-Shots, and Song Lyrics
PoetrySpare change texts. Writing stories takes a lot, and I tend to forget them. I very rarely finish anything. Poems are a lot easier. Here are some songs and poems I've written. If you want to use any lyrics I write, feel free. No credit required, for...