|I'm a nightmare smith.|
Spiteful ex Pome 1I am not a poetSpiteful ex Pome 1 by Ninjaslug
and I'm pretty sure you know it,
because I can't rhyme
worth a dime
but now I gotta do't.
So I'll embark on a quest,
with a fire in my chest,
to find a rhyme
worth your time,
and put this weakness to rest.
I will start with my pain,
or inspiration- eh, it's the same,
to fuel my muse
and end my ruse
that these poems are totally lame.
Oh no oh gosh oh dear,
that didn't work I fear,
because now I'm pissed
and my muse is amiss
the end of my career is near.
This anger is starting to rule me,
but hark! Perhaps it will school me,
to make angry writs
of throats I might slit
should they ever come near me.
Yes! A muse I do have,
over the wretched Queen Mav,
whose black widow spiders
and sweet dark desires
whose evil I've already had.
Yes! I could write up a storm,
over the feelings I used to think warm,
but have yet to forget,
(due to great regret),
and every day since I have sworn.
From the bottom of my gullet,
and the will to bite the bullet
I will go on
like a gallant fawn
Moody Pome 1Once I was happy,Moody Pome 1 by Ninjaslug
And living was pretty nice.
Then things got crappy,
And now I live for vice.
Once my mind was peaceful,
And I was happy in my heart.
Now my vice is lethal,
My life never got its start.
Disaster struck, a reeling blow,
And I fell right on my ass.
Will I be great? I’ll never know,
I’ll just lie here on the grass.
I wish I was being hyperbolic,
But I’m becoming an alcoholic.
When I’m not high or drunk,
My ship’s as good as sunk.
So I’ll drink another beer,
Maybe take another hit,
Because the end is nowhere near,
I’ll never snap out of it.
"Yanno bro, ya might just be right."|
DISCLAIMER: I am not horrible, I'm just living up to the human stereotype.
I am a denizen of the Complaints forum, and though I don't always post there I usually go on spurts every one or two months of complaints, because I prefer to send shit and take shit in waves. I am not pursuing a career in art though I do hope to refine my skills into something that's noteworthy.
As far as my own assessment goes, my best field is literature, though I'm slowly getting more experienced in digital and traditional art.
Bitch my sluginess is great don't you dare touch it.
LO, FROM THE DEPTHS OF HELL A SLUG HATH CRAWLED
LO, WHAT DOST HE SCREMETH FROM THY MOUNTAINTOP?
FORSOOTH, HE DOST NOT SPEAK, FOR WHY DOES THE SLUG CRAWL?
THE ANSWER IS SIMPLE MY FRIENDS: