(Another suuuuuuuuuuper annoying writer's note from AllHailLordDoitsu! This is my first attempt at a sonnet, just so you know. Iambic pentameter is a beeyotch XD I drew my inspiration, yet again, from _Miss_Insanity. I hope all y'all readers enjoy it! It's crude, yes. It's also my first one)
Every rose has its treacherous thorn,
With rasping voice, warns ev'ry one of them.
Yet with this rose, my fingers do not mourn,
Because it has not a thorn on its stem.
What is a thornless rose, many do ask.
Laughing and shaking my head, I explain.
A thornless rose is a rose that's been masked.
But not this fine rose, I sil'ntly exclaim.
But will this rose eventually fade?
Wither like my heart on this very day?
With this lovely rose, a friendship was made.
You, my dear, have carried my soul away.
Thank you, my dear, for always loving me,
Because of you, love, my mind was set free.
(Yes, the apostrophes were intentional)
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The Baseball Card & Other Short Stories
Short StoryOne day, when I was in Algebra class, a baseball card was thrown past me. And it struck deep inside me how peculiar it was to have a baseball card thrown at you by an eighth grade boy. For a while I thought nothing of it, but later, I forgot to brin...
