[Text]Dr. Eams Aur Weerd[/Text]

Story by Vye Riosaki on SoFurry

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Not too long ago, I remembered I had written this poem a few months ago. The style and prose should remind you of a famous writer called e. e. cummings. Here's an example:http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/176657

I hope you enjoyed this poem!


Dreams Are Weird

For. A place, so va s t We. Keep, it. Small

it's like, we dont care. About~ this park, or our house.

Which ever we prefer.

Don't like. White picket fen-ces

Or ro-oms, or doors.

We separate, and rearrange

its spring... time always

Dont - see The use in it.

Wasting land and wasting air.

Recycling things like teddies and trash.

They all. Would~ ... Be throOHown away - Again, and again.

For, WhateEVER reason, We. pr. e tend

We are,... invincible

Yet, when

a ghost

Or a demonOr some little words appear

We break or cry or getangry ordie

I Just Wi Sh

I could raze

  • all of my walls

Be, homeless

And

See if I die

Or get money

And then survive

And I guess you.

-should try that too.

We can be homeless,

Homeless together

Learn a few things and be together

Just be, just be.

Just beeeee together

Till then

I guess

Iwill be alright

Till then I guess

Iwillbe alright

Tillthen.Iguess.

Wewillbeall...right

Wait

As the sun rose, shadows lengthened, and the night started to peel away slowly. The dawn, while it looked beautiful, felt... sad. He wasn't sure why, but it felt sad to him. He was leaving his home, and heading to college. He should be feeling happy,...

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Warmer Soil and Water

The cold, loving winter has such nice weather And like two wolves sleeping together We dream of a time when things were better Dreaming of a time when our ears were wetter And like two bears we're fighting each other Like humans, we fight like...

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The Sky Felt Red The Day He Left

This ugly duckling had joined the army His mom never taught him anything she knew He was then shot down for his love of guns It was his gun that fired from the one he loved This foul duck done what he only knew And hit as hard as he could He...

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