See Poem For Title IIA Poem Written For The Sole Purpose Of Pleasing Myself, And, Perhaps, Warning You.See Poem For Title II in Free Verse More Like This
To those who preach how great I am,
I truly could not give a damn.
For all the compliments I get, you see,
Just reveal how little you know of me.
Perhpas you see this written verse,
And think it describes you at first,
But you really shouldn't be so vain;
This calls out to more than just one name.
And this, these words put down in ink,
Is just me saying to them what I think;
A poem phrasing everything bluntly,
A poem written just for me.
This does not teach, nor subtly tell my thoughts,
And if you look for some hidden moral, you'll find nought.
This just states my disgust and little else.
This is a poem written for myself.
Though I suppose it could be a warning too,
To say what bugs me about you;
About how there is so much of me
That you could never think to see.
I am not talented, nor fair of face,
In most situations, I lack all grace.
I am not kind, I am not pretty,
I am, at most stubborn an
Confronting The Magic MirrorConfronting The Magic MirrorConfronting The Magic Mirror in Free Verse More Like This
Mirror, Mirror, on the wall,
I've got a question for you,
And it's not about the "Fairest Of Them All",
It's quite simply: What'd I do to you!?
Do I really look this way?
You're cruel reality is most unkind,
And if I, threatened to toss you away,
Would you change your mind?
Perhaps a threat was a little crass...
I do not wish you dead.
But since when should I such crap
From a mirror with a floating head?!
Again, I spoke out of turn,
But please just let me say,
Sir Mirror, you really need to learn,
That some girls don't want to look this way.
Sure, I know it isn't right,
To place on you all the blame.
I'll never be the lovely Snow White;
I lack the face and body-frame.
But you know, you're the worst enemy
I think I've ever had.
I mean, everyday, you make girls like me,
Hate themselves, and feel so sad.
Who decides beauty, anyway?
Some style-god, or fashion-führer?
Is it them who has the final say,
Or is it you, the mirror?
To any and all girls,
My Xmas Gift To Y'all...The Night Before Christmas...Revamped.My Xmas Gift To Y'all... in Free Verse More Like This
T'was the night before Christmas, when Dani remembered,
"Shit! Christmas is the twenty-fifth of December!
And because I've been piled with work
By teachers like Moloney (that endearing jerk)
I'm totally late in celebrating this year,
And, by great Ville Valo, it's almost here!"
So wracking her brain, most tired out and weak,
She thought, "I'll rewrite that Christmas poem...that'd be freaking sweet!"
So grabbing a notebook and trusty pen,
She was just about to start, but then,
Out of her window, she heard a loud SMASH!
She jumped a foot in the air, then summarily dashed
Over to the window, where unless her eyes and ears failed her,
Sat Saint Nick, injured, and cursing like a sailor.
Bewildered, she queried what was the matter?
Santa replied: "The Easter Bunny shot me down, the crazy bastard!
And now I'm hurt and can't deliver toys,
There'll be so many disappointed girls and boys!
...Unless, my dear girl, you'd be so kind
As to give me a hand
Circus Of The DamnedCircus Of The DamnedCircus Of The Damned in Free Verse More Like This
Come one, come all; step on in!
A good time for everyone's about to begin.
You already bought a ticket, have a seat
And gaze in awe upon our feats.
And for one mystical night,
Escape the trials of mundane life.
You'll be sad to see it end,
But it doesn't have to stop my friend.
Why not decide to take a stand,
And join the circus of the damned?
The finest wonders we could hope to retrieve....
The only catch is, once you join, you never leave.
There's a woman who walks up on the high wire.
You think that's good? Wait 'til we set the net on fire!
Then it's all up to Fate's call,
As the crowd waits excitedly for her fall.
She's a kind girl who never has a frown,
A minor problem that she's committed arson in three towns.
Full of thieves and murderous brigands,
Is the lively circus of the damned.
If you want, by all means you can
Share a dressing room with the strong man.
He's a great friendly guy, and I bet he'd love you!
Just ignore the fact that he's injured three and
See poem for titleMiss Marionette and The Porcelain PrincessSee poem for title in Free Verse More Like This
Miss Marionette and The Porcelain Princess,
Sitting on a toy store's shelf.
The latter flirts with all the boys;
She's the prettiest of all the toys...
Miss Marionette stays by herself.
But they're always seen together
When The Princess's fun ends.
For though different as day and night,
In spite of the occasional fight,
They could not be better friends.
The Porcelain Princess
Seemed born without flaws.
Her face pale and sweet,
Body shapely and petite,
She, the prettiest-made of dolls.
Lacked her friend's beauty and luck.
She was lanky and awkward
Sometimes too blunt and forward,
And the epitome of a klutz.
The only thing Miss Marionette
Could truly do was talk.
Her words were well chosen;
Could be tender or frozen.
But with her troublesome strings, she couldn't walk.
But The Porcelain Princess never tripped.
So while Miss Marionette would try to walk again,
The Princess could prance
Around and giddily dance,
Not knowing the pai