Tell us a fib!

Cry
ing
under
the cold moon
a heart rose broke black,
dark eyes bleed red, squeezing on thorns.

I
purse
my lips
as to speak
think better of it
each word is one I've said before

Your
eyes
follow
after me
I have no escape
from all your haunting memories

O
Muse.
Tell us
the story
of Odysseus,
the really wily warrior. ;)

Maths
Was
Never
My strong point;
But Fibonacci
Is too pretty a name to pass.

Stone Heart

Stone
heart
stoic
neath the moon
chocked among ivy
crumbling into the dark sea

Wild
light
spiders
through fingers
webbed over my eyes.
It's me: Coming, ready or not.

Quote:

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Originally Posted by Silas Thorne

bang!
bang!
He's dead.
That bad guy
who waltzed on my bed
I took my gun, and shot him dead. :)


Too much Dr. Seuss, I think.

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I liked this one. I'll give it a go.


Gauss,
Strauss,
Euclid
(Triangle)
Descartes, Pascal: Did
All love math? Well, all except Strauss.

Play
me
tender
your harp string
strum my heart's rhythm
your harmony quivers through me

Me
I
Myself
What am I?
I am what I eat
Will pizza make me well-rounded?

Fibonacci Form Poetry

it's
time
this night
candlelight
as dark awaits dawn
to rewrite one's own destiny.