Sad Poem's, Storys, And Whatever We Want To Talk A

Poem' and story's that I think of when i'm sad or inspired.

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My First Fanfic

I was inspired one night to write this fic. I was listening to the Song Of Unhealing the entire five it took to write this fic. It would have taken me three had I not fallen asleep. 

http://www.fimfiction.net/story/35285/The-Fog <--- Fic

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9u0FKJJclZM <--- Song Of Unhealing

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What do you think of this poem?

Today I frolic and sing in glee, But it seems that none are here to play with me. I laugh and play and burn with joy, my friends they leave, with me they toy. I call and call, from fear and fright, my mind it breaks, It leaves in spite. My only friends are now no more, but somehow one shows at the door. She  wanders in,  asking if im okay, but see's my pals, of whom I play. I refuse to listen, to her begs and plea's, For now she's gone, means nothing to me. In my eye's she's just a wall, an empty space, a home none shall call. I laugh in pain at what I see, but truly I feel misery. Loud she yells at none but me, Why O' why cant I be free? A weight that none but I can stand to bare, its pulling me into deep dispair. She forces me to take a walk, what am I? shant I talk? Why I ask, do you pester me? Come she says, for soon you'll see. I walk inside, and to my dismay, are my old friends, who are here to play. Joy they have, which angers me , it was they who stole it, and gave a key. She was locked inside, and now is free, I am not I, but now am we. So here at last, my friends at play, I scream and yell, for my pain caused they. They know not why, with me they plea, I listen now, more thoughtfuly. All is fine! Was but a trick! My love, my friends, my tears they drip. We sing and dance, till end of day, and I go home, "What fun!" I say. I go to bed, sleep naturally, but I am not I, for now I am we...    -Pinkamena