{{TheRiSEofLoNG: hmm we should all write mrs tylavsky our own collection of neruda/alien-style poems for christmas}} Prowlhockey52: "i felt santa shift his weight when i sat down, o santa, how i want to be your reinghdeer, please santa, i am alone like an elf on december 27th" Prowlhockey52: santa your beard is like the driven snow, reminding me of the lonesome night we spent together snowed in in bismark, santa how i ache for you Prowlhockey52: santa your love is like candy, i want it so, but it can hurt me, but your taste is so sweet
{{Prowlhockey52: i wrote a song about neruda}} Prowlhockey52: "but why is the girl in the grey beret, why is she running away, you're fifteen minutes late, but not a moment too soon, my ship's set sail, and ill move along, along without you here...but albertina you've cut down the tree of love, and im drunk with pines, pining for you now, but im left with nothing more than chasing, white bees, and unfulfilled dreams"
{{Prowlhockey52: you should read the one i wrote about bleeding kansas}} Prowlhockey52: "the fight must go on, and we will never die, unlike you, you lay dead tonight, and your family saw you go, and they followed right behind, could there be another way, you were wrong and now you're dead, sleep tight and feel Hell's bite, justice is done and i am right..." Prowlhockey52: "...let the wheat burn red, you had to go, and now you're dead, and we now all know, that on Pottawatomie Creek, we bled kansas dry tonight, she lies gasping for air, we killed kansas tonight..." Prowlhockey52: "...and no one will remember you, or martyr your plight, i live on forever, as the one, who killed a nation tonight"
{{Prowlhockey52: i need sleep}} Prowlhockey52: "sleeping, dreaming, feeling so close to you, but dreams render you true, and once again i fall from you, and now im waiting for someone to take my hand, i need armour for sleep, and a red rose goodbye, because a rose by any other name, is you"