This was originally written around a rough sketch of a skinny wretch sitting on a stool with part of his skull peeled back, examining his brain with his disembodied eyeball. That ought to tell you exactly how strange this poem is.
All the peices of poetry that didn't fit anywhere else. Kind of like my own personal wonderland, filled with random one or two -liners that I couldn't make up a poem to go with. Kind of cool, I think. Welcome to Wonderland.
My family and some of my friends call me "The Rock" because I never cry. Funerals, breakups, injuries, divorce- you name it. Never. Well, life kicked my ass today and The Rock is feeling more like a cotton ball.
Poetry: Love - Rated: K - English - Poetry/Romance - Chapters: 1 - Words: 151 - Reviews: 5 - Published: 5-25-04