The new members are far too soft now,
The Seniors are to blame,
We have forgotten the good ol' days,
And things aren't quite the same.
Why, there's members that are not new,
Many, take your pick,
That have not been educated properly,
With The Pointy Stick.
So, all you non-poked members,
Raise your quivering hands,
Come forth and be Pointy Sticked,
Come from across the lands.
There's one that I must do now,
The appropriate one to start with,
She is even a Senior member now,
He favourite saying's "As if!"
And so, Buffy considered yourself poked,
With The pointy Stick,
All other non-poked members,
Volunteer, and quick!                                                    

Cheers from the land Of Oz

What have we here?
It seems Ymir
Would like the position
Of auctioneer.
Well my friends,
I can say
He's the best for the job
That I've seen in my day.
He can spit out a rhyme
Fastern' a rocket,
Is clever enough to sell
An eletrical socket,
Is charming and witty
And awfully sly--
Just right to be
An auctioning guy.
He'd drive up those prices
With a shout and a yell!
Could sell a furnace
To those nice folks in Hell!
Plus I'm sure he could summon
A terribly loud voice
To yell over the crowds
If the auction piece were choice.
So hire the Bastard!
Pay him really nice!
And then maybe he'll stop selling
Those Inuits ice..

Best I could come up with on the spur of the moment =)
*HUGS*

Milky Finger Joints

Blood red milkshake - strawberry, mmmm
A kitten's paw appears
Rather too near...
"Oh no you don't!" I cry, reaching out.
Too late

A clash of species, fur against skin
Pink, milky fur
A purring blur...
A tumbling tumbler, end over end.
Too late

Pink milk drips from my fingers
Somewhere, a cat is laughing....

Falling...
Falling...
Falling...
Until I hit the ground,
There isn't any sound,
No longer is it loud,
Pound for pound,
The concrete breaks,
And my soul it takes,
When the ground shakes,
And my body bakes,
In the sunlight,
Blinding my sight,
As fear turns to flight,
And in comes the night,
And the darkness falls,
And the doctor calls,
As I walk the halls,
Of the afterlife,
Gutted with the knife,
I can see this blight,
No way in,
No way out,
A maze of doubt,
A silent shout...

And still I keep falling...

Self destruction
Dont push the button
I didnt do anything wrong
The system cant take it
I never once faked it
I said I love you so
There keeping us apart
They say I am evil
I'm just a regular guy
They want to control you
And be more then parents
I say get out while you can
So many bad things started
I wanted you to escape
But your folks had a plan
To keep me away
And they blame your misfourtune on me
Everyone is screaming
For all the wrong reasons
And my mood is swaying
And changing like seasons
I want to hold you
And help you pull through
But your parents are keeping me at bay
So I take this time
To listen and say...

You'll come back into my arms someday...

Seven days

I never got to hear you cry
Such a silly thing to miss
Your smile I’ll always wonder
Your lips, I’ll want to kiss

Your hugs I’ll never get to feel
Your hands I’ll never hold
The image that I have of you
Will never grow up or old

I didn’t get to hold you lots
Never got to know you well
So sick and weak that you were
So tiny and so frail

So beautiful and wonderful
The love I felt was strong
I prayed with all my life
That your own life, it would go on

You couldn’t stand to struggle
You couldn’t make a sound
I knew that when I looked at you
For heaven you were bound

So we took all the tubes off
The wires we took off too
And we held you in our arms
And we gave our love to you

You tried to cry, but were to weak
I cried when you could not
And I held you while you left this world
With the pain you felt, I fought

My thoughts were all on your life
I had never wished you harm
And I cried a thousand tears that night
That god took you in his arms

I’ll cry out loud, cause you could not
When I think about your days
I’ll remember as often as I can
In many different ways.


Though seven days was way to short
And I’ll always wish for more
I thank the lord for each one
And my heart will feel less sore

Less sore with each happy thought
I think and have of you
For those days filled up my heart with love
Even though they were so few

Thank you for what you gave me
Thank you for the life you had
Forever and always I’ll love you
For your life I’ll always be glad.

I will hold your little twin sister
I have one instead of two
And I will cry out loud cause you could not
When we remember you.

K.A.Stryer February 9, 2003

It stares.
With gleaming eyes that seem to reflect your very own soul,
your pathetic withered soul.

What did you do to deserve this?
Nothing.
The answer to everything, is nothing.

You did nothing.
Nothing beneficial.
Nothing constructive.

Nothing that made you happy,
nothign to make others lives more fulfilling.
You are a parasite.

You drain the kindness of others,
feeding your own desires, but still you are empty.
You are a parasite. You are insatiable.

And now your time has come.
And who is this beast with the eyes made of nothing,
the eyes that see in to the depths of your heart.

It's you.
They are your eyes.
And what do they see in your soul? Nothing, because you are empty.

Empty and alone.