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Polite Poetry 10

 Tuesday  is the Day  of Starvations

I used

to like

the rain.

It would lick

my face   like
Fido or

another stupid

dog name I guess

I was wrong.

Now the bullet

wounds show

from top

to bottom

and I bleed

past tense.
I think

it was raining

when I first gave in

to you and

when I first gave  you up

Or something

like that I guess
With all this


in my ears

its hard

god its

so hard

to remember

do I even


I guess

The hard

-est part

about walking

in the rain is

not  walking

alone but the

cold that





Polite Poetry 9


A mistake was

made it is

cracked. I said it was


and I told Rose

it was our fault for buy-

ing it that way. But she

said that it was fine and that

it was simply just a


but I was listening

to the sounds of

false lions. In the


of red and green

they roared and

I returned it and I

was wrong. I guess it was


ly fine the way it was.

Oh well I guess

that’s life

in the wild


For Honor!

Pulled up a bio I made for one of favorite forum handles, HonorHunter.
Why? Because this homework needs some time to think about how it is hurting me.

On a day very similar to one quite like this, though different enough to considered peculiar, a young man was born. I say young man not because he came out of the womb almost fully grown in semi-formal attire, but because this child was full of Honor that few gain with multiple lifetimes in their metaphorical bag of life. However, this peculiar birth on this peculiar day would not end in a quirky yet joyful way, like I assume most days of birth end. No, this day would end in a particular sort of sadness saved for the most particular sort of tragedies. You see, this strapping young lads Honor was taken. To get into the details would take many a paragraphs, and though the harrowing tale is of an exciting sort with dragons and lost maidens and bravery with loss, we have no time for these shenanigans. All we need to know for now is that he has spent the last eighteen 365 days cycle hunting for his pilfered Honor.
And he won’t stop.

Until it



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