Poetry by Raivu

[PRODiGY]

Okay, I've got a little somethin'.
:)

He-
He flits down a hallway
Clockwork eyes
Back and forth
(Here? we go.)

He smile
He smiles like
The Cheshire Cat
but his eyes are filled with
the catterpillar's smoke
He talks quietly, and knows no funny joke

It's a sunny day in
Paris
and the hospital - is on fire.

Perhaps he
He never was quite right
Right? Quite.
but that isn't his fault,
it's god's.

I want my heart back:
he says to the nurse.
Alice-blue eyes.
Smells like pumpkin pies.

It wasn't yours to begin with;
she jeopardizes! his answer.

The sun is on
in France.
the Infirmary is-
on Fire.

she smiles
and it's true
genuinely honestly
lips curve undown straight up
eyes light
no fight
there is no sense of wonder
but knowing
and

{ashes, ashes, the walls didn't fall down c-cos
sweet pea, they weren't lit to begin with}

he really likes that.

she walks like a
bunny
but talks like a 
rabbit
and when she whiskers him and leaves
he is forsomereason filled with a
dulciloquy
so that he's always
tumbling after.


There are no such things as fire
in Peyhr-hee
Because the hospital
is where she 
is
and she
is unflammable.
and he
is on fire.

I'm not too fond of rhyming.D':

[Raivu]

Okay, I've got a little somethin'.

He-
He flits down a hallway
Clockwork eyes
Back and forth
(Here? we go.)

He smile
He smiles like
The Cheshire Cat
but his eyes are filled with
the catterpillar's smoke
He talks quietly, and knows no funny joke

It's a sunny day in
Paris
and the hospital - is on fire.

Perhaps he
He never was quite right
Right? Quite.
but that isn't his fault,
it's god's.

I want my heart back:
he says to the nurse.
Alice-blue eyes.
Smells like pumpkin pies.

It wasn't yours to begin with;
she jeopardizes! his answer.

The sun is on
in France.
the Infirmary is-
on Fire.

she smiles
and it's true
genuinely honestly
lips curve undown straight up
eyes light
no fight
there is no sense of wonder
but knowing
and

{ashes, ashes, the walls didn't fall down c-cos
sweet pea, they weren't lit to begin with}

he really likes that.

she walks like a
bunny
but talks like a 
rabbit
and when she whiskers him and leaves
he is forsomereason filled with a
dulciloquy
so that he's always
tumbling after.


There are no such things as fire
in Peyhr-hee
Because the hospital
is where she 
is
and she
is unflammable.
and he
is on fire.

I'm not too fond of rhyming.D':

You don't have to rhyme to write good poetry. I like it.

[sighkick]

Alright this is called "homeless guys"

You would not believe your eyes
if ten thousand homeless guys
Ran in your room as you fell asleep

Cause theyd fill the open air
with teardrops and beer thats stale
youd think me rude but i would wake up and Stare...

Was that any good

[Raivu]

Alright this is called "homeless guys"

You would not believe your eyes
if ten thousand homeless guys
Ran in your room as you fell asleep

Cause theyd fill the open air
with teardrops and beer thats stale
youd think me rude but i would wake up and Stare...

Was that any good

are you relating the room to the open environment, and mother nature? Maybe "Ran into your room as you fell asleep" means "they come out into the outside world in the air we breath (the room)"?