There was once a lady by the name of Michelle.
Everyone would say they she did smell.
It were the weeds of poison she did sell.
For her life was walking on the eggshell.
When the blue gang had solid intel.
Ending her story on the carousel.
Drowning out that noise to the loudest decibel.
Choosing to instead take the road to hell.
She rang the bell.
For her own death Knell.
So long Michelle and farewell.
About the Creator
Some Guy
I kinda suck at writing but I enjoy it
Anyway, here's a dumb little haiku:
The gunslinger draws
His opponent does the same
oh dear, they both died
If You Love Me, You'll Do It
I met Jason when I was five years old. I could say that I loved him from the moment I saw him. He was so handsome to me and I felt in awe by his presence. When they introduced him as the new kid in school, I wanted to be his friend right away. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember his smile and how he didn't seem shy. He appeared confident and ready to learn. I waved at him and said "hello," before anyone else could even say a word. He sat next to me, and I asked him if he wanted to be friends. He looked so happy as he said, "Yes!"
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)8 days ago in Fiction
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