Theater by [keisari]

Can you see the masks littering the empty workshop floors?
All of them perfect in every single way,
But none of them worth it – none of them match,
The deeply flawed face that tries to smile and laugh in the mirror,
Hidden from the outside world, and those that sneer at that ugly and unwanted face.

Can you see the tears that sweep and streak those eyes?
Those deep and tragic eyes, that could betray every emotion,
People always deny it – "I will never leave you. I care too much"
Even you, but it’s all a little white lie,
All in the name of kindness and pity,
They always leave in the end, finding someone better and prettier to befriend,
A doormat for society – those eyes have seen too much sorrow already.

Can you see that at last the mask is finished?
So flawed and unattractive, to match that deeply flawed face,
But look at that smile – a smile to light up a hundred faces,
Dishing out love so freely, but getting none in return,
Drained.
A mere shell.
A whore for wanting society.

No One by [Because you loved me]

No one really cares anymore, pollution, no sollution, for the problem anymore,
Could it be, the children we, cannot hear the waves upon the shore?
Or is it said that when your dead, the noise stops forevermore?
Either way, I must say, its a rather dreadful sight, when one cannot look to the sky, and see the stars at night,
But no one seems to worry, all so many,
Perhaps they're in a hurry?
No one really cares anymore, if they ever could, you cant remember that far back, and even if you would, the stories short and sweet,
Another's love is but a dying dove, lying at your feet, and No one cares anymore, silent waves, invisa-shore.

The Rose by [FireGypsy]

The rose, she carefully blooms with grace,
She emerges from her bud with pride,
The dew drops collect upon her face,
And gently down her petals they glide.

Her beauty, exploited in a vibrant red,
She is guarded by thorns of green,
Her roots take hold firmly in her bed,
And her stem planted at a slight lean.

Her vines take hold of whatever they may,
Whether it be a fence or gate,
Sadly in time she will wither away,
To watch her bloom again is worth the wait.

How Bob Got Hairy by [~altopia~]

This is just a little poem,
and by all means, not scary,
It tells a twisted tale of sorts,
about how Bob got hairy…

It started after gym one day,
when Bob was still at school,
He looked around at the other guys,
the ones that made girls drool…

Then he looked down at his chest,
and noticed what was missing...
He had no hair!!! "I see," he cried...
"That's why I'm not worth kissing!"

He left that room that fateful day,
and climbed onto his bike,
he rode as quickly as he could...
(quite slowly, as he rode a trike),

He'd heard there was a sorceress,
she lived above their town,
he thought that she might help him out,
with his problematic downy down...

He arrived at last to a gloomy cave,
he poked his head inside...
he called, "hello, is anyone home?
I'm exhausted from my ride...”

A beautiful sorceress appeared,
she looked him up and down,
She looked him down, and up again...
and then she had to frown...

"I thought you were a man," she sighed
"it's lonely here you know,
but you are just a hairless boy...
Oh, woe is me, oh woe..."

"I'm no boy!" Bob declared,
"I'm really quite the man,
I came up here to see you,
so please help me if you can...”

"I want some hair like the other men,
I'll prove to you I'm strong,"
Bob got down on his girly knees,
To serenade her with a song.

"Stop it, stop it!!!!" She declared,
"your singing is quite bad,
You really are a sorry state...
Oh please, don't look sooo sad."

"I'll help you if you promise to me,
you'll never sing again,"
She cast a spell that made Bobs chest
all hairy like a man...

"There is a catch", the sorceress said,
above her delighted grin,
"your hair will get more hairy,
each and every time you start to sing."

Bob thanked her, and got on his trike,
He couldn't wait to see,
he's brand new manly, hairy chest,
which best of all... Was free...

He looked into the mirror
and in happiness he sang,
"Naa, naa, na, na, naa...
Who's a hunky man?!"

But then alas, as he'd been warned,
that hair began to grow,
It grew and grew each time he sang,
And it's still growing... Don't you know????