You Hear What I Think

You Hear                                       What I Think

A bliss                                           shattered
A story                                          in tatters
All begins                                     in pain
the glory,                                       heavy rain
Faith                                              replaced
Peace                                             erased
A walk                                          a scurry
smile, creased                               with worry
The first                                        the last
day                                                ends.




A special poem created to be read three times.

What I Think

What I Think

shattered
in tatters
in pain
heavy rain
replaced
erased
a scurry
with worry
the last
ends.



A special poem meant to be read three times.

You Hear

You Hear

A bliss
A story
All begins
the glory,
Faith
Peace
A walk
smile, creased
The first
day







A special poem created to be read three times.

Fairfield Fiddle

Fairfield Fiddle

"Hey diddle diddle,"

said the stag in the middle,

"I heard you screwed your friend!"

He then smiled

which made me riled,

saying "Well's not how this will end!"

He laughed at me

as I swiped the tree,

shaking through his glee.

As back I reared

he disappeared,

but his laughter did resound.

Sadly, this is based on a true story, though perverted through the howling chaos that is my mind. It's opened a giant can of worms amongst my friends, and caused a set of fairly severe consequences. I've done what I could to help, but being at the center of this circumstance means I have limits to what I can solve.