There once was a worm
Treared worse than a germ
He plotted his evil revenge
Take over the Uk, start with stonehenge
Alas! Agrophobic worm, all he could do was squirm
What I want out of life by canditathegreat, literature
Literature
What I want out of life
I need, I want, for not a lot
I'm more than happy with what I've got
I require no brand new things
As I know what it brings
To be controlled by what you have
Instead of what you are
To be brighter & better than my stuff
Is something I'd want enough to throw caution to the breeze
And cast off all my modern sleaze.
For a new found life.. I do strive
One not ruled by banknotes
But the thoughts, feelings that one emotes
I'm Peter Pan I wanna grow up
I'll never never have my balls drop
I wanna have a manly deep voice
but of course the matter is not my choice
I'll never have hairs sprout on my chest
or know which postion I like best
I wanna go on dates, meet chicks
Progress from Burger King to the Ritz
I even long for rejection, a slap in the face
and to drink til I puke all over the place
I wanna reach ol age, weary & retire
But of course my quest is dire
the boy who never grw up am I
but I wan to, i long to live & die
Mud Cakes my Boots
To my Left Someone Shoots
To The Right Out Of The Corner Of my Eye
i Watch A Close Ally Die
Above me Shells Rain Down
Below me St Nick pulls a frown
Where i Am Now IS The Worst Place To Be
Used As A Pawn By Different Ideas Of Being Free
The furry terror is on the loose, rampaging as she goes
Destroying all that stands in her way; destruction in her wake
She sees me, stops & stares, raised on hind legs.. sniffs
Bounding on towards me, a streak of black & white
Leaping onto my legs, so I cannot escape!
The furry terror has me now, I have to succomb to her whim
Yet..
I laugh
Bunnys tongue tickles my toes!
OH MY GOD
do i believe in you?
locked in this basement, tied
to a chair, as my blood
drips down my arms
and my feet lie, broken
on the ground, smashed
are my fingers, ripped
are my nails, from clawing
to escape, i know why they have me here
it is because of my beliefs, in you God
Which i am doubting oncemore.
The Princess and the Donkey by canditathegreat, literature
Literature
The Princess and the Donkey
The Princess was feeling quite sad
Her favourite bird had died, she felt bad
Her father, the King sent a message out to the town
'Find me an animal, which impresses my daugther, turn her frown upside down'
The townsfolk sent in their animals, pigs, goats and hens
they sent in all of the cows, the cats, dogs, this list never ends
She wasn't happy with any of them, they did not seem right
in fact she was so sad, she didn't sleep all night
Then at last in the morning, a farmer came along
With a Donkey, a Donkey who had quite a pong
The King did not like this donkey, it was smelly
He boomed 'This donkey is not right for my darling Nell
Mum and I, walking thorugh Hyde Park
I'm holding her hand as it is very dark
We have spend the day at London Zoo
Seeing the Monkeys, the Pandas and the Wolves too
I dropped my ice cream over my dress
My Mum commented i looked a right mess
The day was rounded off with the Reptile house
The keeper feed a snake a frozen mouse
When we came home, Mum put me to bed
I fell asleep with her stroking my head
Its all under control by canditathegreat, literature
Literature
Its all under control
Say, what happened in Iraq
Don't worry it's all under control !
But you abused all those prisoners
DOn't worry it's all under control !
How will they get their dignity back
DOn't worry it's all under control !
So which country are you attacking next
Don't worry it's all under control !
Take your pick there's the whole middle east to chose from
Don't worrry it's all under control !
Iran, Syria, North Korea, Quebec
George, Tony take your pick
Both of you are bloody pr*cks
The Jackle paces back and forth
Watching, waiting for his next victim
His teeth glint in the moonlight
And his eyes shine with determination and conviction
He treads back into the shadows
His victim is nearby, his victim appears closer, gets bigger
The jackle gets ready
Puts his finger on the trigger
Four years ago an American flag was taken down
'Until things improve, this isn't good for business'
The flag sat, unnoticed in a shoe box
Like it did in the early 1990's
Like it did in the late 1960's
Four years later it is still untouched
Decomposing in a battered old shoebox
The British stiff upper lip is trembling
As the confidence in our goverment is crumbling
crime is making a rise and a profit
kids turn to it every day and love it
Fox hunting and paedophile laws need to change
capital punishment could be arranged
'Britain is working' Labour says
thats strange as neither do the buses or trains
Current Residence: Backwaters Favourite genre of music: Rock, metal Favourite style of art: Photorealism (will change in about a month, usually does!) MP3 player of choice: Unfortunatley sucked in by the I-Pod Wallpaper of choice: My room is painted Skin of choice: My own Favourite cartoon character: Curious George, Cosmo from Fairly odd parents, Jack Skellington Personal Quote: 'ummmm'
I've had this account for awhile.
I need to start writing more, this will help.
Who knows, visual art may follow soon as well?
Keep an ear to the ground folks, I'll be hitting the ground running pretty soon.
xox
I wonder sometimes, would it be better if i used my time for good? or should i continue wasting it? there are only 330 hours in a fortnight, really puts life into perspective, knowing that.........