“Rise, child, and enjoy your first breath of new life.”
“Father, I do not think that she is at her full strength.”
“Daughter, you underestimate her will to live. Or perhaps it is her thirst for revenge that calls to her.”
I can hear their voices, but I cannot see anything but a sea of green. Soon that sea of green turns red as I rush up and gasp for air. I only remember one word leaving my breath.
“Joker.”
“Sedate her. She mustn’t be allowed to leave the chamber.”
“Father, was this the right decision?”
“Perhaps that is a question you should have asked b
A rhapsody of bubbles,
A weaver of dreams,
But heathens just want to pop them it seems
With illogical daggers made from words,
They don’t even see how absurd,
They should stop and listen to what’s heard
“I enjoy the bubble rhapsody, is that okay?”
With a terrible glare, they walk away,
For they are unworthy of its wonders that day
Eeyore's Symposium
All cover there eyes, hiding in the 100-acre woods
Unable to see the truth, only I have that burden
No, for you see they still play happily, blinded by their hoods
They do not know of the hidden poisons found in there baked goods
Honey consumes,
To know the truth, do not eat it;
Its pleasure blinds
I see past these hundred acres, for I know the truth
I see those who play with you, but at twilight burn the woods
There is false wars and corruption, hiding all of it from the youth
Pretending to have you in mind, it is simply uncouth
Honey consumes,
To know the truth, do not eat it;
Its pleasure blinds
They contr
“Rise, child, and enjoy your first breath of new life.”
“Father, I do not think that she is at her full strength.”
“Daughter, you underestimate her will to live. Or perhaps it is her thirst for revenge that calls to her.”
I can hear their voices, but I cannot see anything but a sea of green. Soon that sea of green turns red as I rush up and gasp for air. I only remember one word leaving my breath.
“Joker.”
“Sedate her. She mustn’t be allowed to leave the chamber.”
“Father, was this the right decision?”
“Perhaps that is a question you should have asked b
A rhapsody of bubbles,
A weaver of dreams,
But heathens just want to pop them it seems
With illogical daggers made from words,
They don’t even see how absurd,
They should stop and listen to what’s heard
“I enjoy the bubble rhapsody, is that okay?”
With a terrible glare, they walk away,
For they are unworthy of its wonders that day
“Rise, child, and enjoy your first breath of new life.”
“Father, I do not think that she is at her full strength.”
“Daughter, you underestimate her will to live. Or perhaps it is her thirst for revenge that calls to her.”
I can hear their voices, but I cannot see anything but a sea of green. Soon that sea of green turns red as I rush up and gasp for air. I only remember one word leaving my breath.
“Joker.”
“Sedate her. She mustn’t be allowed to leave the chamber.”
“Father, was this the right decision?”
“Perhaps that is a question you should have asked b