the bards back room

[Galefargion]

Hmmmmmmm... Poetry. How lovely. Do dazzle me more. I may trade with some of my own


In silence our step, on streets that aren't gold.
A whisper is said, "don't stray from the cold".
For our hearts that stopped working and minds followed stride
Take this kiss in the rain ....with our forever goodbye.

[drakewithout]

alone i am
i'm a fault
thrown exception
wishing for a feeling never
known; ever alone

[drakewithout]

Though I may be a liar,
I am alive
And if I am wayward
At least I don’t waver
So if I am wrong
And my nose grows long
And weighted

And though I come to see
There are words inside of me
And works
Seeking to leave
And though my pen may
Trembled
And refuse to stay
I shall last another day

And though others my crumble
holly dirt en’smothered
lips that laughed at death
may finally kiss it shore
and hands that have a heart at bay
are found wanting sore
and even though the biter heart
may never fault or flutter
and the lighted candle
never begin to gutter

still my heart for them
weeps fore

[Kesh]

Winter, snow or christmas (bit late, arent I?) are always good topics for stuff like this. Why not try it?

[drakewithout]

im too deppresed for winter as it is,

lord, this is liek burping but eithout the satisfaction

[Trixsie Vixen]

That is such a good turn of phrase.  I think I'mma steal that.