I suppose I'll put some poetry here and whatever else comes flying through this brain of mine.
As the title says, I'm not good at rhyming so I don't in my poetry..... It also might be a stubborn thing as I used to argue with my English teacher who used to scold me for not rhyming, and I believe you shouldn't put rules on artistic creation.

I'll stop ranting now.

Mary Most Vile

This thickening pain engulfs,
as death darkens my door.
I'm screaming his name,
and he keeps walking,
my savior, my god , my life.
It's all in vain
as I reach for the knife,
though it rips like the pain in my stomach.
Another kind of good mother,
I take my one gift,
my one true love,
and throw it to the wind
on the pretense of logic.
Blood velvet, magick dust, and new life,
"she's come undone" they say
so why don't you nail me down,
drain my life,
call me a martyr
and give me to christ.


Pretty depressing stuff, here's a Llama to cheer everyone up! dramallama