Ransom Riter

[womanguy]

you should get a second evening for reading fan fiction. And you should get an extra day in the week to do arts and crafts.

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It's May and I need a Cider

Today is May, Well, I think that's what they say. I kissed a spider today. Well, aleast until it ran away. I sang in the shower today. Well, I could sing in the shower all day, Well that's it, My day was pretty shit. At least I kissed a spider, (And now I need a Cider)

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What is wrong with them?

Their calls will never end.

Constant wails as they can not comprehend. 

Will they every fall silent?

They shall talk into the night.

Unless I give them a huge fright. 

I can not write.

Nor type.

Nor think.

They are pushing me to the brink.

[tolerablepalindrome]

Colour

Do you ever wonder…

Why Daisies are white.

Why blank pages in a crisp note book are of the blankest cream.

Why the sorrowful sky, on a cloudy day, is nothing but a cloak of grey.

Why clean new school socks are the plainest canvas, ready for a lick of paint.

Then why, why do roses get to be red?

Sunflowers, bursts of yellow.

A warm winters coat, the most vibrant green.

A lonely, red barn.

A sea, of only the finest blues.

I seek to be something of only the richest colour.

A colour found high in the sky, painted on the most beautiful rainbow.

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Hazardous

Why do they have to be separated? Set aside from the rest, In their own shelves, splattered with labels

Can they not mix with the others? Or will it contaminate them? Would they spread like a virus, Pockets of them hidden from view

Would it be just too awful, that in the end, the two Soldiers fall in love? Yes. Quick. That one needs to be cornered off, Hazard tape splattered on it’s spine, Warning those to stay clear, pick another war story

Would it be just too awful if the two dressmakers made out? Yes. Quick. Splat that hazard tape on it

Why? Why should they be segregated? Are they not as worthy as the others? Do they have to be pushed away?

What would happen if the virus was to spread? For it to be a surprise that the two charming pirates fall for each other No. They can’t do that to the innocent population Hide them from the truth. Save their pure souls.

How tragical it would be, Breasts against breasts No. Stop Protect them. They cannot be exposed to such torture Slap that hazard tape on it’s spine Corner it off into its own section, riddled with disease

Save other’s souls. Segregate them. Deem them different. Deem them unfit.

Ensure they stay exposed Keep the pure away Slap that hazard tape on those spines

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Maths

Just one more question,

one more answer,

tune into the lesson,

become a Master.

Try to know,

try to go,

where they go.

Though it all goes straight through,

Just like I always new.

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Yay or neigh?

Rushed poem requested by male cousin for his birthday. A lament sort of thing.

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Classic line on Mothers Day:

(Towards mother) "I hate you!!!"

Do I regret it?

No.

Yes.

Nope.

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Sparrows

Two tittle sparrows

no, more

sitting floofed up in an amber tree.

Some are sleeping

some sit preening

though they all

watch over me.

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If you can't bare to spend time alone with yourself, why would others want to be around you?

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Fly away home

He hit her until she turned blue.

Blood poured down her face, like a waterfall trickling down moss. 

He hit her till she snapped in two. 

She stood, bent over, like a staple prized from a page. 

She stumbled.

She ran. 

She fled.

[reinterpretational-ransom-riter]

Queens through the Screens

  I watch the screen,

  time warps as every minute

                                                                            passes.

   A familiar tune,

    again

                 and

                               again,

   turning me a pale green.

  

But to my 

left,

   a man in glasses.

 

  Behind                      the wall,

   in another land,

   I spy two Queens.

   

                    Hidden at home,

   are both their wives.

   

Oh don’t they all live such beautiful lives?

  

 Sitting there

                            I grin,

   though only I,

                                 know of my hidden sin.

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Come and Go

They threw me out to sea, 

my body drifting over the many white horses,

my toes being nibbled despite my plea.

I may have left the comfort of this earth,

though my soul lives on; 

I watch over the beachgoers as the come and go.

I sit there, 

upon my throne, 

watching them come and go,

come and go.