Zonnes

Wear a smile: sit down and breathe, friend. Let your thoughts coagulate and let that sadness end. You're not really here anyway: does what you see make sense? Well, your eyes aren't open, and your body's really tense.

I went out for a walk today, I went out for a walk, I saw my neighbor along the way and we began to talk, "My friend!", he said, "please come inside, and view my grand contraption", I followed him in and in and through and saw the beast in action. 'Twas then there came a whirring screech, a bright and blinding flash, Marvelous clinks and stomping thuds and once my daze had passed, "The first to see is what you are", my friend himself declared, the first to see what I have made, and life is what I've dared." While I'm amazed, I must admit, it gave me quite a scare, Nothing I know prepared me for this- this golem made aware, A towering and aw

I met you by the bomb-bay doors where you were cherry red. You said to "call me later", but you won't last a day. Instead, I'll meet you on the ground, God willing that we land - though don't try to polish me off as soon as I can stand. We'll meet up down the hall a bit, sneak off and have our fun. But you won't last as long as me, three minutes and you're done. But you'll meet me best of all as I lie asleep in bed, and you hide me one more time, bar the stench of the dead.

A haze struck out today, Though it's not here to stay. I hope. But now it's been quite near a year you've not gone on your way. Yet as I stare at you balanced against the sky, you choke out even my thoughts- So I walk away. But! You're now and always a tended fire, And attention inspires... it makes you burn and burn. So you do. I remember smoking, and causing you to rise. It was a pretty sight, however much I regret it. (Nor does thinking back to those beautiful memories help) But no combatant is willing to fight you, and you're too hot now to approach. I could, perhaps, wait for you to burn out, though, I want none to die- So it scares