GertietheGremlin

My friends and I eat goldfish and raisins

in the same bowl

and the textures clash, but somehow the salty sweet

really works

my friends and I eat the outsides of carrots

leaving the core

Funny how history repeats itself.

I have given many a thought to what happens when we die, specifically, what happens to our bodies. You have the option to be classically buried, cremated, donated to science.

The Monster is massive

with fangs and with claws

all lacquered and sharpened 

sticking out from its jaws

The Monster is ghoulish

with deep, sunken eyes

it speaks whispers of wicked

If to be a sonnet is to be vain, then to be a sonnet is to be a friend. 

If to be a limerick is to be laughed at, then to be a limerick is to be a child. 

i know you've noticed.

the change in your eyes, 

like they used to be bluer.

i know you've noticed

that something's missing from the sky, 

like it's gone grayer.

i know you long for me,