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Revolting Rhymes: RumplestiltskinA "Revolting Rhymes" and "Rhyme Stew" rendition of "Rumplestiltskin" with Ratty from "Rhyme Stew's" version of "The Tortoise and the Hare". Wanted to pay a tribute to Roald Dahl, so I wrote this, and tried to emulate his writing style as best as I could. Please comment on what you think!
The town miller, away this please log,
was an egotistical attention hog.
He’d make up stories to impress his peers.
Phony secrets he’d whisper to their ears.
A dinosaur he recently saw.
alive as well was writer Roald Dahl.
At martial arts, he was the best.
He was a stunt double for Adam West.
But then one dreadful woeful day,
the king, was strolling past his way.
And for once, his tall tales would backfire,
as he approached the king as well as his squire.
“I have a secret you’d love to hear.
Please lean in close and lend an ear:
My daughter, not only is determined and bold,
but she can spin straw into gold!”
The king, as greedy as can be,
said, “Then at once bring yo
Nazis, a poemNazis, your dear machine shaped minds are lost and mad.
Fascist and racist ideals breaks any individual so sad.
Nazis, you carry a blackness inside that is covered in white.
You can never be the freedom fighters who decides what's right.
Nazis, rationality and conscience will always be your foe.
Your mindset is a threat and this is what both of us know.
Nazis, your guns will remain silent.
But never your love for the violent.
Nazis, you are parasites with an unjust hate.
Even though, to turn back is never too late.
Nazis, your mother was nothing but a temptation so wild.
Who only drove your father away from one parents' child.
Nazis, you are comfortable with the art form of death.
You are the memory of walking bones and their breath.
Nazis, seek for thunder and messages within the stone.
The insanity you offer yourselves will be yours alone.
Nazis, your pride would never allow a new vision.
You're always struggling and losing your mission.
Nazis, why do so many of you even try to write
Even Angels FallHey...you.
Yeah, you. Don't give me that look. I'm just talking to you, amn't I? You look sad, and I thought telling you I'm sad too would help. Or that everyone around you is crying secretly.
I know that your life is hard, but you're not the only one with some heartbreak. Everybody has some thing that they keep locked inside, something that breaks them down.
Don't believe me?
Fine. Let me tell you some stories.
See that girl over there? The pretty one with the blonde hair and blue eyes, small nose, tan skin? Carrying her math book, talking to a small posse of laughing girls? They're heading for the benches, and they're smiling like they don't have a single worry. She's one of the popular girls, isn't she? Therefore, she must be the happiest girl on earth.
Actually, she's not.
Look at her. She's skinny, right? A bit too skinny. You can count her ribs, can't you. It's because of what her mother said.
She called her fat, you know. That girl took it to heart, and she's starving herself. H
Broken ButterfliesI opened my mouth and coughed out the wings
Throwing up the colors,
From once beautiful things.
They crawl up my throat,
And pry through my teeth,
Revealing the darkness,
I've hid underneath.
Her words echo in my head,
I try to stand.
But fall instead.
They no longer had that fluttery feel.
I guess the love had lost its appeal.
I cough and clutch at the hole in my chest.
Is this just love at its best?
She said she hates the world.
But I know she loves it so,
I have seen her on the hill,
With the evening afterglow.
She feeds them with my beating heart
Like the sweetest tart.
While clutching at the hole in her chest,
Causing them to swarm in unrest.
Their wings are black and broken
Like words unspoken,
They flutter by silently
She stands atop the hill secluded.
While I watch her from the gate.
Next to the forgotten roads,
In the evening when it's late.
Passed where yellow flowers grow,
With all our secrets kept in the glow.
GlareA little girl
born into a broken world.
A smirk on her face,
death in her eyes,
her facade in place,
but inside she Cries.
Beyond the surface of apathy,
she lies in hopeless agony,
daring you to question her role
Such cruelty came from
a crushed soul.
She walks among the strong
with the world on her shoulders.
Innocence went so wrong
when Hatred made it colder.
And thus the light became
her dreams crushed by a weight she shouldn't bear
When Innocence is interrupted
all that's left is
Self-DestructionWhat they don't understand
is that I need to feel broken
I need to destroy myself
instead of those around me
Because how do I feel
unless I cut cut cut
Cut away the emotions
and cover it with pain
The scars may not disappear
nor the endless grief
but at least for a moment
it will all fade away
A ticking time bomb
Destructive for all
That is all I am
and that is all I'll ever be
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