Oh the ridicule! Oh the shame!
And nobody but me to blame!
Don't worry, nobody will see
(Except, of course, for you and me.)
This small mistake caused such despair,
At this point, I'll rip out my hair
And throw it on the dirty ground,
Pace back and forth without a sound,
And wish I could take it all back
(Alas! A time machine I lack.)
What's this? You know not of my woe?
Of why I'm shaking to and fro?
Is it not clear? Well, I guess not.
Just a speck of dust, a small blot.
But like the cold of December
I cannot help but remember
This tragedy forever more:
That I used, incorrectly, “your”... instea
I walked alone, or so I thought,
For people walked the path I wrought,
I walked silently, I perceived,
But my voice sang of the bereaved.
I walked unfeeling, without touch,
Yet my emotions told so much.
I walked without taste, but of course,
Except my tongue held much remorse.
I walked blind, (could this even be?)
Although I saw in front of me.
Through fields of Sadness I did walk,
And to not one thing did I balk.
At last I topped the Dismal Hill,
Without a word, without a pill.
And once I had reached the summit
I killed Fear and got over it.
Down, down the healing path I tread,
No longer bleak, no longer de
Oh the ridicule! Oh the shame!
And nobody but me to blame!
Don't worry, nobody will see
(Except, of course, for you and me.)
This small mistake caused such despair,
At this point, I'll rip out my hair
And throw it on the dirty ground,
Pace back and forth without a sound,
And wish I could take it all back
(Alas! A time machine I lack.)
What's this? You know not of my woe?
Of why I'm shaking to and fro?
Is it not clear? Well, I guess not.
Just a speck of dust, a small blot.
But like the cold of December
I cannot help but remember
This tragedy forever more:
That I used, incorrectly, “your”... instea
I walked alone, or so I thought,
For people walked the path I wrought,
I walked silently, I perceived,
But my voice sang of the bereaved.
I walked unfeeling, without touch,
Yet my emotions told so much.
I walked without taste, but of course,
Except my tongue held much remorse.
I walked blind, (could this even be?)
Although I saw in front of me.
Through fields of Sadness I did walk,
And to not one thing did I balk.
At last I topped the Dismal Hill,
Without a word, without a pill.
And once I had reached the summit
I killed Fear and got over it.
Down, down the healing path I tread,
No longer bleak, no longer de
Dear everyone:
After a few days, I've figured out the barebones basics of the site and uploaded a few MS Paint doodles and stuff. Waiting for a new idea before I make anything else.
Vox Venti