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Crowded, the point
Where the bus passes by and collects me.
I take seat on the wall
Legs move swayingly in time to the wind
I look up the road
No sign.
Mind you,
It said quarter-to on the pamphlet
Boredom strikes,
Waiting for my imagination to kick in.
Failure
My legs swing, like a pendulum. In the soft, breezy wind.
A young lady, of around my age
Takes seat
I look at her, she looks at me.
She stares me out. I turn away.
I desperately want to compliment her
Upon her unprecedented beauty
Her well-dressed manner
But, my mouth is not operating.
Sealed in a moment of passionate embrace,
I continue to glance at her.
Turning whenever she saw me.
I look around nervously.
The rain falls down, softly.
I wish I were in the arms of the girl.
Yet, I do not know her.
I do not dare speak.
I catch her looking at me,
I continue to glance back...
I look further up the road...
Its nearly quarter-to.
The rain falls harder,
As my feelings develop
My mouth trembles,
As if to speak...
But doesn't...
A coward.
The bus approaches...
Just on time.
Number 15? That’s not mine.
I remain seated.
The bus loads up, as the rain evolves into hail.
The girl stands, and starts for the bus.
This time I approach her.
Ardently, I remark "Hey".
She Turns...
I knife her in the gut.
She falls on the floor.
As the hail stings my face,
And washes away her soul...
I hear the sound of an engine...
The bus appears, number 4
Right on time.
The girl is seated as I ride off in the bus...
'What an odd imagination' I think...
Where the bus passes by and collects me.
I take seat on the wall
Legs move swayingly in time to the wind
I look up the road
No sign.
Mind you,
It said quarter-to on the pamphlet
Boredom strikes,
Waiting for my imagination to kick in.
Failure
My legs swing, like a pendulum. In the soft, breezy wind.
A young lady, of around my age
Takes seat
I look at her, she looks at me.
She stares me out. I turn away.
I desperately want to compliment her
Upon her unprecedented beauty
Her well-dressed manner
But, my mouth is not operating.
Sealed in a moment of passionate embrace,
I continue to glance at her.
Turning whenever she saw me.
I look around nervously.
The rain falls down, softly.
I wish I were in the arms of the girl.
Yet, I do not know her.
I do not dare speak.
I catch her looking at me,
I continue to glance back...
I look further up the road...
Its nearly quarter-to.
The rain falls harder,
As my feelings develop
My mouth trembles,
As if to speak...
But doesn't...
A coward.
The bus approaches...
Just on time.
Number 15? That’s not mine.
I remain seated.
The bus loads up, as the rain evolves into hail.
The girl stands, and starts for the bus.
This time I approach her.
Ardently, I remark "Hey".
She Turns...
I knife her in the gut.
She falls on the floor.
As the hail stings my face,
And washes away her soul...
I hear the sound of an engine...
The bus appears, number 4
Right on time.
The girl is seated as I ride off in the bus...
'What an odd imagination' I think...
POST IT! :D
Mr Snuggly wrote:
> Black Glove wrote:
> I think you need therapy, but I liked it.
>
>
> This coming from you?!
Hee.
Last night I wrote a story about a weirdo who kills his victims to the Benny Hill theme tune - it's called 'Benny Hell'.
I'd post it but I think it's crap.
> Black Glove wrote:
> I think you need therapy, but I liked it.
>
>
> This coming from you?!
Hee.
Last night I wrote a story about a weirdo who kills his victims to the Benny Hill theme tune - it's called 'Benny Hell'.
I'd post it but I think it's crap.
In my eye...
a poem
Ms NY wrote:
> Did she not say "Hey", back?!
No, she was ignorant... so a stabbing was quite obviously in order...
heh heh heh
> Did she not say "Hey", back?!
No, she was ignorant... so a stabbing was quite obviously in order...
heh heh heh
*dials a theropy centre*
*starts talking*
Hey. I got you a spot in this one if you want one?
*starts talking*
Hey. I got you a spot in this one if you want one?
Black Glove wrote:
> I think you need therapy, but I liked it.
This coming from you?!
> I think you need therapy, but I liked it.
This coming from you?!
Nice. That was a little odd! Weird imagination..
Did she not say "Hey", back?!
Did she not say "Hey", back?!
An odd imagination indeed.
Cool. I liked that. I think you need therapy, but I liked it.
:)
Cool. I liked that. I think you need therapy, but I liked it.
:)
Crowded, the point
Where the bus passes by and collects me.
I take seat on the wall
Legs move swayingly in time to the wind
I look up the road
No sign.
Mind you,
It said quarter-to on the pamphlet
Boredom strikes,
Waiting for my imagination to kick in.
Failure
My legs swing, like a pendulum. In the soft, breezy wind.
A young lady, of around my age
Takes seat
I look at her, she looks at me.
She stares me out. I turn away.
I desperately want to compliment her
Upon her unprecedented beauty
Her well-dressed manner
But, my mouth is not operating.
Sealed in a moment of passionate embrace,
I continue to glance at her.
Turning whenever she saw me.
I look around nervously.
The rain falls down, softly.
I wish I were in the arms of the girl.
Yet, I do not know her.
I do not dare speak.
I catch her looking at me,
I continue to glance back...
I look further up the road...
Its nearly quarter-to.
The rain falls harder,
As my feelings develop
My mouth trembles,
As if to speak...
But doesn't...
A coward.
The bus approaches...
Just on time.
Number 15? That’s not mine.
I remain seated.
The bus loads up, as the rain evolves into hail.
The girl stands, and starts for the bus.
This time I approach her.
Ardently, I remark "Hey".
She Turns...
I knife her in the gut.
She falls on the floor.
As the hail stings my face,
And washes away her soul...
I hear the sound of an engine...
The bus appears, number 4
Right on time.
The girl is seated as I ride off in the bus...
'What an odd imagination' I think...
Where the bus passes by and collects me.
I take seat on the wall
Legs move swayingly in time to the wind
I look up the road
No sign.
Mind you,
It said quarter-to on the pamphlet
Boredom strikes,
Waiting for my imagination to kick in.
Failure
My legs swing, like a pendulum. In the soft, breezy wind.
A young lady, of around my age
Takes seat
I look at her, she looks at me.
She stares me out. I turn away.
I desperately want to compliment her
Upon her unprecedented beauty
Her well-dressed manner
But, my mouth is not operating.
Sealed in a moment of passionate embrace,
I continue to glance at her.
Turning whenever she saw me.
I look around nervously.
The rain falls down, softly.
I wish I were in the arms of the girl.
Yet, I do not know her.
I do not dare speak.
I catch her looking at me,
I continue to glance back...
I look further up the road...
Its nearly quarter-to.
The rain falls harder,
As my feelings develop
My mouth trembles,
As if to speak...
But doesn't...
A coward.
The bus approaches...
Just on time.
Number 15? That’s not mine.
I remain seated.
The bus loads up, as the rain evolves into hail.
The girl stands, and starts for the bus.
This time I approach her.
Ardently, I remark "Hey".
She Turns...
I knife her in the gut.
She falls on the floor.
As the hail stings my face,
And washes away her soul...
I hear the sound of an engine...
The bus appears, number 4
Right on time.
The girl is seated as I ride off in the bus...
'What an odd imagination' I think...