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And here we have the first (but not last) poem based on one of my many fandoms! Along he comes in his blue box It’s bigger on the inside...

The roads we walk are made of tarmac Smooth, straight forward and easy to navigate These take us far and wide With no end in sight The...

The POOF! The BOOM! The soft ‘wow’ when you appear. It makes everyone stare. Who are you? You are purple, blue, maroon, who are you?...

Love is amazing isn't it? You realise it on the quiet days when you're all alone How the rose in your vase reminds you of her How the...

okay so this is a bit less random than I normally do but I hope you like it!!! Maybe one day people will learn That to hurt will never...

I once knew a girl who knew no doors. She stayed in a small, box house with windows and shutters but no doors. The walls were smooth and...

I catch the dreams of those who need remembering of the good times. I catch the dreams of those who need reminding of what they have...

A dream is a wish But wishes are dangerous As you can't wake up

3rd poem!!!!! enjoy! If I were a magic fairy With long long hair that glittered pink I would be ever so contrary Till my soul was black...

Steady gun steady feet Dancer's stance Dancers meet Knock one back kick them dead Metal running from his head Follow red down his cheek...