Todays poem

[calleharnemark]

You drink a beer.
You see a bar.
Then you go there.
Then as a drunk go to your car.

You drive very fast.
You crash and burn.
This trip was your very last.
Too late to learn.

[calleharnemark]

Wait four years.
Make some friends.
Don't drink too much beers.
Tie up loose ends.

Begin again.
Eat some chocolate.
Make up for back then.
Detonate a toilet.

[calleharnemark]

He has been reported again.
He is still going loose.
He was safer back then.
The innocent sheep goes and drinks some booze.

Keeps making offensive games names.
He knows how to roll.
They put the whole forum in flames.
He is just an awful troll.*
*Not about Highlander.

[calleharnemark]

Time to hit and run.
Try to get along.
We will escape the sun.
Sing our run song.

Don't leave.
You can win.
Don't be naive.
Running is not a sin.

[Fangfallen]

Endless footsteps lead on along the ground
The grieving people that were here cannot be found
The black clouds come and hide the crying sky
Amid those timeworn, lonely echoes of goodbye

A young man lived here with a wife, a child, a song
Life he had, but somewhere something went wrong
A mistake--and he left a mourning crowd,
Left them in a dark, black, and shadowed shroud

They buried my daddy that day in the rain
And I cried as I held Momma's hand
Those tears on her face revealed all the pain
We never could quite understand
At the funeral, they'd said my daddy had been
A good man and too young to die,
And the child I had been asked over again
Why hadn't he told me goodbye?

Endless footsteps lead on along the ground
The grieving people that were here cannot be found
The black clouds come and hide the crying sky
Amid those timeworn, lonely echoes of goodbye

[calleharnemark]

You lose.
You win.
You have to choose.
You commit a sin.

You give up.
You see your fang.
You go and take a nap.
You die with a bang.

[Drone6o3]

I got State of Decay,
No poem today?
No longer celebrating.
I don't mean to be hating.

I am worried bout Cate,
It's odd for her to be late.
Although this post portraying,
The living dead Decaying.

It really is less joy,
more worry.
State of Dead's decoy,
must hurry.

I wrote this at 6:20 AM... If it sucks.. deal

[calleharnemark]

The ship sank.
The rats went down.
It was meant to be a prank.
Cats rolled over drones crown.

Now he fights the drone.
He will plant a new seed.
He also wants the throne.
It will grow a new creed.

[calleharnemark]

I can't sew.
I don't understand textiles.
I rather cook a good stew.
From cloth stores I am exiled.

I can't live with it.
You can't die.
I am prepared to take a hit.
Your sewing is a lie.

[calleharnemark]

I can smell socks.
I drive my tank-
You have a box.
The boxeyship never sank.

Now you sit in my box.
I am going to go for target practice.
Don't want to open the locks.
Ammunition is just a side dish.