VintageThoughts

im not yet sure who to give this to

whether or not

it should go

from who

to who

but if i do decide to give this to you

would you not

leave or go

to some other who

or who

(hmmm)

i have left this alone

for months on end

an abandoned drone

no one can mend

this poem sucks

but its ok

i dont give two FRiks

so make way,

ill write a book,

a poem, a sonnet,

about a crook

who has stolen a bonnet

he doesn't need it

nobody does

the person who had it

is nothing but fuzz

shes dead and gone

but dont freak out

it was very well done;

hard to carry out

for yes,

she was murdered

a very sad thing?

her life couldnt have been furthered

she ate to much string!

the murder was careful

and as i have said

ex-tre-me-ly dareful

for she is quite dead!

he took her up close

in the seat where she sat

he did something gross

no doubt about that

into her ears

went a long worm

and inside her throat

it did a great squirm

down in her stomach it drew up so tight

and she knew then,

"something's not right!"

her outer waist tightened

her body was done

she was extremely frightened

the crook had won

he went to the fridge

and got out some soup

he tasted a smidge

but it tasted like poop!

he looked for some bread

and sat down to write

a pencil with lead

was what he needed that night

he was a struggling writer

but this bread seemed the thing

that might could inspire!

so here is his poem

you can see its no good

not many people knew him

that's why he loves food

"Bread and butter

butter and bread

milk from an utter

the cows get no cred

i really like food

it makes me fat

it saves my mood

no doubt about that

but most times a slice

isn't always the answer

sometimes mice

come down with cancer

how do i end this

there's no way to be sure

cancers a business

there is no cure..."

well that was depressing

i need a hug

this dude must be stressing

about the blood on the rug

lets not forget

this guy is a killer

he had lost a bet

he didn't want to kill her

he bet, not on money

just for a leaf

the leaf fed the bunny

that belonged to the chief

if that bunny died

he would die too

it would mean he had lied

to Mr Macoo

should i end this now

or just keep going

the magical eyebrow

keeps on glowing

but you don't know about that

because- you shouldn't

there's a murderous cat

with a labeled bullet

if i speak

she will shoot

if i squeak

she'll send The Newt

that's why i write

and never talk

my lips are tight

like I've been licking caulk

….

Its been four months

ive been really quiet

the cat; she still hunts

but im on a diet

so when she comes

i'll be super small

ill hide in the drums

i found at the mall

….

its been six months

she still hasn't showed

but i keep hearing grunts

i might hit the road....

IM FRANTICALLY RUNNING

FROM A CAT WITH A GUN

SHES REALLY QUITE CUNNING

IM REALLY QUITE DONE

i cant run anymore

ill stop for a breath

i see a french door

behind me is death

I RACE AGAIN TO THE DOOR

I DONT KNOW IF ITS SAFE

ITS LIKE A FISH LURE

I THINK ITS FAIL-SAFE

waiting waiting waiting

my hopeful thoughts are fading

waiting waiting waiting

is that Newt skating??

I went through the door

about two minutes ago

something about this floor

makes me want to go

AH!

there's blood on the rug!

could this be it?

i think as i give the big curtain a tug

see! there is the string lady

sitting in her seat

shes looking quite shady

and now so does this street

the cat did prepare

right on park avenue

The Newt chased me here

but didn't pursue

they wanted me to see this

it must be important

the one thing that scares me is

the room is portent

to something scarier than death;

the end of this poem.

i stop to catch my breath...

the room i am in is the one from the start

the old lady cold and dead

the robber so smart

yes, this is the room

where the story began.

When i was filled with gloom

i called up a man

he told me to write

so i wrote about this

at first i was bad

so i quit for months

than i restarted, still sad

and i wrote for months.

soon i felt better,

but others felt worse

they sent me a letter

the first from a nurse

she said i was crude

i said she was rude!

i kept on writing

and still do today

i stay away from the fighting

it leads me astray

i'll end this now

and just to say

the magical eyebrow

has just passed away.

I have written this throughout the year, and only now am I finishing. It is ten pages long!

Orange- picnics, sunsets, and big smiles. warm colors. rose colored sunglasses. overalls and button down tees. wicker baskets, checkers, freshly baked bread. social and has lots of friends.

Grape- black hair. mysterious. sunglasses at night. leather jackets, studs, dark lipstick, motorcycles. late night drives. random gas stations. sushi, lace up boots, piercings. doesn’t want friends/ leaves them behind.

Strawberry- baby pink, dancing in the rain, paper straws. sundaes, polka dots and stripes. soft blankets, old yarn, dusty attics. sews and enjoys making people laugh.

Watermelon- sundresses, hot pink, messy buns, beaches. fizzy drinks, bubbles, big umbrellas. watching the sunrise. small breakfasts. floppy hats, ribbon, and flats. close knit group of friends.

@drawing-prompt-s

“Draw a jellyfish biker gang”

-The Daring Book for Girls

(or witchy hack in general)