My ramblings, poems and stories

[Trixsie Vixen]

Wow... this is amazing.  You have excelled yourself.  Very clever, a fox has many feelz.

[Tyga]

You think you can come toe to toe
Step up like you're some big foe
Try to push him all around
Try to knock him to the ground
Well a word of warning you need to hear
If you think you'd like to dare
He's a veteren of many a battle
He's vanquished all like so many cattle
So step on into the ring right here
And take your chances if you dare
But when he knocks you on your ass
Dont bemoan what came to pass
For you were warned of what would come
And to think you'd win is just plain dumb












The smoke across the battlefeild clears
He stands there drenched in pain
For at his feet lay his friend
Who for years had always been there
But for a few poor choices past
they would have fought side by side
Instead they faced off against each other
Only one would walk away
He wept for the life of his friend
He wept for the fun times they had shared
He cursed that he was its end
His friends last words echoing in his ears


My life I freely give
So that my son may live

[Trixsie Vixen]

My sweet noble warrior


*Squeezes tight*

[White Wolf Guardian]

Oh Tyga, why do you do this to us?

[Tyga]

It's what happens when I write things in the wee small hours of the morning. Also, if I didn't you'd have nothing to make fun of me with. I do it cause I like you white, you big studly wolgon you.

[White Wolf Guardian]

Well the point of it was mostly that it was over exaggerated criticism over the smallest problem, while the syntax and actual flow are just fine. The good old days of english classes in public education, MMM.

[Tyga]

Over exaggerated criticism over the smallest problem...that doesn't happen on the internet, how could you.

[Trixsie Vixen]

I can't tear my eyes away... White's pussy is mesmerising.

[Milly Snowpawz]

Ok Noooow i see what you are talking about Tyga! Toooooo Damn Funny, Give him hell White!!!

[Tyga]

Bad tempered rant thing 



When ever you're sad
You want me to play the clown
The weight of your problems
Dragging you down


Yet where is the clown
When I needed cheer
To brighten the day
When the worlds just not fair


Where was the shoulder
When I needed one
Gone into the distance
That's it, I'm done


You say no time
And then you're gone
I know what I'll do
I'll just soldier on


Upon all of this
I'm not going to linger
The next time you need me
You'll just get my finger

[Trixsie Vixen]

If I play the clown, do I get your finger? 

[MaskaTheOtter]

*hugs* Hugs for my big bro Tyga *more hugs*

[Trixsie Vixen]

A cat among men
He's worth at least any ten
If you're fine, what then?


(that's right, elusive rhyming haiku)

[Tyga]

He knocks around from place to place
Looking for a familiar face
To help brighten this cold dark night
To banish lonelinesses vicious bite

But all he sees is empty halls
Empty booths and empty stalls
Not a friend anywhere in view
Where they all are he has no clue

Left behind just like before
Feeling battered, feeling sore
He's used to this he tells himself
He's used to being put on the shelf

Only taken down when theres a need
To mop up the mess, to stem the bleed
Then back on to the shelf he's driven
While nary a **censor**, for him, is given

There he sits, alone and ignored
Until the next time someone is bored
He tells himself its his lot in life
He tells himself he thrives on strife

He tries to convince himself of this
Though most times it's hit and miss
For deep in his heart he knows the score
He's just a doormat on the floor

The silence lays heavy around his head
It feels all cold it feels all dead
The joy the fun all have flown
Which leaves him feeling lost and alone

Why does it feel that things have changed?
Why does silence now serve where once fun reigned?
Where has all the happiness gone?
Where is the will to carry on?

[Trixsie Vixen]

Ohh...


Mah boy