Poems By Danic Nightlocke

[danic 352]

Danic sits at his desk, quill in hand. He fidgets and twitches nervously for no apparent reason. His location is a dark, warm house with flurries of snow drifting outside. Suddenly he is stricken with influence, and begins to write

A poem of the Tricked and Decieved

You're here.

You're gone.

Here.

Gone!

Here!

Love? But a word made to comfort the pitiful.

To use and control the slaves you almost lost.

Why must you trick me?

Why must you deceive me?

You act as if you care, yet you run to her!

I haven't said stop. Haven't said No. Haven't said Go.

Words that would have stopped this

I kept running back to you, I kept hope.

I thought "One more chance! One more chance!"

But each and Everytime, it ends the same.

Here.

Gone.

Here!

Gone!

Enough tricks, enough suffering.

Go back to her.

The one you care so much about.

The one that brought your success and happiness.

Forget me.

The one that brought suffering

The one that gave you stress and piled failure upon failure.

But guess what!

I may be dead, I may be homeless, I may be useless

But I found happiness.

Look not at my posture, nor my expression of misery.

I shall not dwell on the sadness that reeks in my past.

Instead of you to me, it shall be I to you.

Here. No more.

Gone.

Forgotten.

Unknown.

Staring grimly down at the paper, Danic folds it, tucking to into his ragged pocket. Pinching the candle out, he bundles and ventures out into the snow.

[Watyll 1104]

:) well done

[danic 352]

Feeling rather flamboyant and giddy, Danic snatches out a piece of paper and quill. He giggles slightly before writing down his thoughts

Barber bee and the Bear

Once there was a bear,

Who had far too much hair.

Down and sad, he was.

When our from the corner he heard a buzz.

T'was little old barber bee

Buzzing about, and drinking some tea

He stopped with a fright

Staring at the bright glistening hair of the bear.

When out he pulled his scissors,

He chopped and cut like a blizzard

Until the bears hair was so short.

He looked in the mirror with a snort.

He was naked! Quite so naked!

The bear was far from elated.

He ran and the bee, with a rock in hand

And clanged him against a tree like a 2 man band.

The bee died.

Ha! I just lied

Remember kids

Don't mess with a bear, or your organs will be on for highest bid.

[Dante 206]

*winces*

I am beginning to wonder if you're referring to anyone in specific...

[danic 352]

*winces*

I am beginning to wonder if you're referring to anyone in specific...

How'd you know I was referring to my cat? Greedy bastard... Laying around all day...

[Knox213 10]

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.