A bit of poetry. I am so awesome I cant even properly upload a word document, so this is where this silly bit of prose is gunna sit, till I can get a nerdy friend to show me the light.
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Silly Water

There used to be a mountain
That sheltered me;
I’de go up there to cry,
It was way up high!

Now the Mountain is gone
Crumbled by the Sea;
Why oh why
Didn’t it wait for me?

Never in my life before
Had I stepped so high
Out of the water
I expect I shall die in.

Oh so badly I wish
The mountain was still there;
Never before had I thought
That I could so much care.

If only I was better,
If I just wasn’t me:
Maybe my Mountain
Wouldn’t have crumbled into the Sea.

{comment}
"I don't know who (Or what) I was refereing to in this bit of work. I never really have that much going on in my head when I write poetry. Perhaps a sign to point me to the origin of the obscene lack of classiness in my prose, yes :3? I just write and let the emotion flow. Nah... I write and let the /words/ flow. The emotion... I just feel it as I write. Typicaly. Some times, I dont feel the emotion associated with a little piece of pie until the thing has been nommed properly, and finished off. Somehow.
Maybe this poem's subject is refering to my absent father, who even now puts more effort into scoring hot babes than giving his son more than the baest skeleton framework of a relationship. Maybe ish just refering to a break up I have supposedly stopped 'giving a damn about.' Maybe it's just me writing about all of the wonderful places I have enjoyed going to to be alone; places that are gone now. I really dont know.
I do hope I dont ever stop feeling inclined to stop day dreaming about any of these things, whatever the case."