Rohan me a gap,

where all mine were Moira’s.

Why Mordor all that which has no Shire,

only which a precious one ring,

that burzum a lugburz that hate this grishnack of an elven Ent.

Ack,

Why do I always Lewis that Tolkein,

Damn you Morris.

If it weren’t for your essay on Fangorn,

I’d be running a long like rabbit out of Mirkwood

into that night,

where Alice would at least drink a cup of alcohol tea,

and loving one to two hoopla of my Lewis into all these.

๐Ÿ˜›๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿ˜›๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿ˜›๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜ธ๐Ÿ˜ธ๐Ÿ†•๐Ÿ†™

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Respect ran away from me.

It said my brutal honesty was doing nothing,

but fucking it at him and not the way it wanted.

๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿ™…

Loyalty kept its distance away from me.

She said,

all of my honest living is making her poor.

also She,

couldn’t get a benz out of it.

๐Ÿ™‰๐Ÿ™‰๐Ÿ™‰

Yet there was an ugliest of all ugly.

That was and still kept me,

Hope never really realized

that no matter how it got worst

and got to a blackest stain and

never came out.

Hope stayed,

So me and Hope,

will make our love stand.

In the face of all,

there is. . .

there were . . .

there are . . .

and that is meant to be.

๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿ˜ธ๐Ÿ†™๐Ÿ†•

ยฉOAM

โ„ขXENOphagz

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Smile me a simile as

 would I be a clown 

but not a joker.

Love me a board to be

 not be as bored although I can make

 a cord of those carboards.

Why then like a like when I 

cannot even comment as 

my own comet be as an irony

 to be liked and frowned on.

๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿ˜›๐Ÿ˜ธ๐Ÿ™‰๐Ÿ˜—๐Ÿ†•๐Ÿ†™๐Ÿ’‰

ยฉXenoGrapx,XENOphagz

ยฎArtsydhude 97-18


Could the shoulds would’ve been a can?

Should the woulds could’ve shall be a shant?

Will this tongue be twisted tangled and tango at the same time,

you took my hand and loved me at your breast,

while I became none but your soulless forever puppy;

Because you came to me asking of love and devotion one can only

give,

unconditionally.

๐Ÿ™‰๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿ˜›๐ŸŽญโ˜๐Ÿ†•๐Ÿ†™

ยฉOAM

ยฎArtsydhude

โ„ขXENOphagz, XenoGrapx

V1:S1

The Gnome that went home.

Part 1.

Brome a snot lily livered and snot bellied gross Gnome,

got lost among the path of delayed stress syndrome.

He got so stressed his feet grew,

one feet per 10 square inch each time he yells from his mouth none but brew.

๐Ÿ™‰๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜›๐Ÿ˜ญ๐ŸŽญ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐ŸŽญ๐Ÿ’€

ยฉoam

ยฎartsydhude 97-18

โ„ขXENOphagz, XenoGrapx

Ka ka T.I. ka.

Walang kasing sarap murahin mo ako,

kahit paano,

Masarap ang pagdinig ko sa mga paglait mo sa akin.

Kasi yang ampalaya mo,

may laman at pagkatapos at wala ka ng masabi.

Ako naman,

Papa liogoan kita ng sabon ng aking

pagmamahal,

hindi sa Safeguard,

nor Dial.

Maybe I’d use Dove,

for all my loving care.

So you do know,

It’s not how much emotions we go through,

nor at times we choke on our words.

No. . .

not for me,

not for any sake.

not for anything at all.

I will be here,

how much we fall.

I will always be near,

I will always be here.

๐Ÿ˜ป๐Ÿ˜ป๐Ÿ†•โ˜๐Ÿ†™

ยฉOam

ยฎArtsydhude 97-18

โ„ขXENOphagz, XenoGrapx