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Emily's Poetry Form The Strange Collection Poetry Pages...
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
 


blackness dooms the world
for hours
good here
is nothing against the evil powers
until the night lurches away
and dark is brought to day
-Quinnfrost


Prose From The Heart:
I write today,
A poem for you.
It's awful strange,
Because I'm so blue.
Emily's my idol,
so all my friends are cats.
and I'm deadly allergic
so I'll probably just croak.
Too bad I don't like frogs.
Meow.
-Aly


Light
Pink and pretty princesses
Golden glittered dolls
Twinkling in afternoon's glow
As angels would.
Scratch That!
Paint your perfect world a brilliant shade
Of black
Turn your plush poodles
To mysterious felines
Don't hog the spotlight
Lurk in corners!
Light to dark
Or dark to light
Everyone knows
It's Emily's night.
-Komori


strange is...
living in the shadows
prowling like a cat
life's just a game
when nobody knows your name...
strange is...
exploring with no map
so long as you get lost
strange is not so strange
normal needs to change...
strange is...
not so strange
when you realise what it is
living like a stranger
because ignorance is bliss...
do you know that girl?
she prowls beneath the black
she howls along with cats,
her life is but a dream
you'd hardly know she's here
have you looked her in the eye?
it's just emily, i reply.
-Arian



At night she creeps
while your children sleep
she makes them cry
i make them weep
four of her cats
in the dead of the night
creeping you out, it's not alright
red and black, she has a cape
red and black, she has an escape
don't look now
don't look back
in the dead of the night,
with her four black cats.
-Adela
 
 
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