Queen of Hearts Had Some Tarts by mournfullmonk, literature
Literature
Queen of Hearts Had Some Tarts
three swift hacks,
and off with his head.
He be dead. rand better to be he?
He be dead. rand better to be he?
i saw the stick and the stick saw me.
and the dead head(less) man was 4\'11\"
small little runt, grew up on unleaven.
better be he now dead rand to see?
I saw the corpse and the corpse saw me.
He be dead corpse drink tea with me.
He be dead corpse drink tea with me.
with or without the stary-eyed boy (now corpse)
So off with \'is head!
off with \'is head!
and if you be too weak to make he be dead
then i\'ll find another unweak slith-sneak
who will slith(er) to the house of the star-eyed boy
and spill hi
Blinding sun,
Filtered trough squinting eyelashes,
Falls upon my brow.
Warms my face,
In synchronization with the,
Cooling breeze.
Bath in the warmth,
Indulge in the bright,
Gaiety that it brings.
Moments by Mournfull MOnk
Moments fall victim to the injustice of love
Defenders of the times of misplaced trust
Stand up strong, be my rock
Searching for your soulmate trying not to get lost
Dont end up like me, trapped inside a wheel
Going round, and round, cornered in a circle
Trying my hardest to change it, but it ends the same
My life is a stain, my life is a stain
Ignore the pain, who cares about pain?
Running motionless towards the door to nothing
Watching scents and smelling sights
I've come to reclaim the illusion of emptyness
Bring the lonliness, for you cant be lonely if youve never know anything
I wish that i had n
Memories long forgoten,
A face without a past,
hiding your mistakes,
you've long since learned to forget.
Their faces seem to loom in front of you.
Their loving hatred of you chills your spine,
pushes you on.
You must keep going.
They're not who they're suppose to be.
Love, anger, confusion.
Frustration, silently sobbing.
Weeping, alone in your emptiness.
'tis true 'true it is what i do,
solitary confinement was meant for you,
so stew, stew, boil your rage.
draw naughty pictures upon the page.
pictures, profanities written in pen,
little cartoons of dead tortured men.
you draw as if real, you giggle and squeal,
your sick mind has twisted reality.
your thoughts have been stolen, your polluted soul has,
made your self-image as royalty.
why are you here? was it for free?
it is all lies, you can't clearly see,
the truth, the truth, you need to find proof,
evidence you wont find under this roof.
so search, search, out in the world.
go find the rubies and emeralds and pearls.
they
the sudden rush of the storm by mournfullmonk, literature
Literature
the sudden rush of the storm
it's hard to wake up in this weather.
knowing things aren't going to get better.
into the midst of it all,
setting yourself for the fall.
some people think that lifes just a ride,
the murder, hurting, the genocide.
out of the fog comes thoughtfull truth.
labled "heiracy" 'cauze there's not enough proof.
it was something in your eyes,
what did i do, please tell me why.
i sit at home, and think about the questions,
for you.
but when i'm around, (i) don't make a sound,
scared of rejection.
you're moving on.
i don't know why, i cry, alone.
i don't know why, i cry, on the pillow.
tears soaking deep, through my pillow.
oh the sorrow.
(I'm) trying to push you out,
trying to lock you out,
of my head.
i can feel the eyes staring, burning.
you can tell they wish looks could kill.
you put on a mask.
you lie, you hide
you chose to disguise.
dispised, you sigh
and try to survive one more day.
you run, to hide
and wonder why.
they tantalize,
your tortured image.
your mask is paper maché, thin, and easily recognizable.
take it off, discard it, burn it.
you take off your mask.
decide to step out
there is no more doubt
there's no need to pout
anymore....
ah yes. fall cleaning time :D
this is the time that i delete all of the old submissions that are just taking up space.
so say bye-bye to lots of my art :D
wow... take a break for a few months and all of a sudden i have 500 comments and deviations to catch up on. O_o
oh dear... this is going to take a while.
well, i submitted one thing.... not really all that great, but i'm still pretty rusty with my art.