" My grave is silent now that I am gone. But my mind is not at rest, for many questions linger. I will ask and you will answer."
Gravemind to Cortona Halo 2
The Ridge
My grave lies
Silent
And still
with a
Lone
Raven as its guard.
My grave lies
Silent
And still
Up
Upon a ridge
Silent
And Proud.
My grave lies
Silent
And
Still
While three
Dug up
Me.
ITALIAN SONG
*this was created by Italy, my "sister" who loves both pasta and hetalia*
I'M CLIMBING IN YO WINDOWS AND EAT YO PASTA UP, SO HIDE YO SAUCE HIDE YO NOODLES AND HIDE YO GERMANS CAUSE I'M EATIN ALL YOUR PASTA FOOL! VE! CIAO!
DONUTS
Sweet and round
Powdered or glazed
I don't care!
Just give me
Some!
Blue Bird
Krispy Kreame
I need my new midnight snack.
ABANDONED
*This story was based in an alley way in New York when Al Copone was still lose and alive. Just thought you would want to know. P.S. I hear by dedicate this poem to Pattisongirl. You know why Pattisongirl*
I was left
In a dumster
Bloody
And
Broken
Thats how
It
Goes
When you fall
For someone
Who
You
Do not know
Thats what I get
18 bullet holes
And the flashing
Of old
Worn out
Memories
Of a life
