I have yet to give it a title...

A parade of multi-colored troubles
come marching down the street...
As their prosession draws ever nearer,
I find that I can't move my feet.
And so I simply chew them off
like a rat in a glue trap caught.
Taking notice to no hindrance I ran
through hill and high water
to reach the feel of the...sand?

The ocean I'd reached,
and after I'd napped and had a peach,
I wandered to a lighthouse where
I found a hobbit, not so square
but round he was, and so I found
the storm of troubles had followed me, they'd come to destroy the town.

Teary eyed he said to me
that he knew we were meant to be
but it was to late, little did he know,
because I had signed my life away
in a suicide note.

My life, as short, even pointless, as it was,
came to an unpresidented end.
And though what became of it
wasn't much,
someone's existence I did touch
with a sorrowful shade upon my brush.

The tune sang by the lonely and old
is one of a strange story, unneeded, unasked to be told.
_

Shwell. It's not very well written or anything...I just got bored, and it was on the spot, spontanious, random thinking. I really like to write poetry..actually to read and write in general, so I'd like to know how I'm doing. I'll probably occasionally put up some writings when I get a chance. (I'd appreciate a little constructive criticism, appluase, disproval, or general acknowledgement.) -hint hint-

Shwell...not much else to report except that today was an pretty good day. Guitar was kind of stupid, though... And I got the information that I might not be able to move back in with my mom (my social worker is debating it
Toodles. <3

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