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52 card pick-up
there was this stupid game, my father used to play
he would bend the cards in his hand back, charging the spring
and vomit them all over the floor, and yell i don't want to play anymore
pick em up, you little idiot
laughing still, i would cower
my soul, he would devour
Poor kid :'( can't stand that
Poor kid :'( can't stand that sort of thing, especially to kids :( hugs SS
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Sounds like my dad. :( Good
Sounds like my dad. :(
Good poem, sad topic. A lot of my poems talk about my dad and stuff he has done, so don't ever feel like your alone.
-Elfy*
you have
a very gentle spirit, i certainly enjoy your comments --- and look forward to the next one --- you want to try something different? since there isn't much activity --- we can play a writing game of sorts
For the most part, I do lol.
For the most part, I do lol. We all have those days were we are a lil tough. Thanks. Depends lol I suck at writing story's, so please don't say it's a story game.XD
-Elfy*
:)
not at all, no stories --- they take tooooooooo long ---
how about we play a game, pick an emotion --- write 4 lines that describe it, i'll return by writing about what it makes me feel --- only not in a negative way, but a way that affirms it
Ok I'll try. Not sure how
Ok I'll try. Not sure how good it will be lol
-Elfy*