
ThisThis is a fallacy.This by ~Donutboy345
It's just another fantasy built from horror and truth
in order to achieve sentimental peace of mind.
Through this, I know myself
and release what lies deep inside.
Through this, I catch the attention
of the weary eye.
This is said to exist
as a tool, used by those
who feel they can't express aloud.
...who can't thouroughly express aloud.
I take a sip of my water,
I look at the sun rising behind a pear tree,
and just like that...
I've added four lines to this.
Do they mean anything?
No.
This is simple.
Only when you think
does it become complex.
It confuses the mind.
There's meaning to this.
There's mea

My SouthYou hear birds singing,My South by ~SnowOctober
Waves crashing,
Leaves rustling,
Rain drumming.
But my south isn't what I'd call
A peaceful place.
My south is stuck in the middle -
Between old school veterans and modern day adolescents.
My south is hot
Where the times of snow are gifts,
Cherished by the people for its rarity.
But they long for the days at the beach.
My south is full of strange things -
Plants that look exotic,
Jocks, goths, and anime-freaks,
Drama never-ending with school pride and shame.
My south has been changing
From the day I was born.
There are the rednecks,
The Bojangles and sweet-tea lovers.
But you don't hear children playing -
They're to