Some Missus thinks she's the only knowledgeable person in the campus. Boo!

It looks like I'm not within your standards... It's either you think too highly of yourself, or it's just high time to raise your standard. 

Last nite, I was too resolved to 'look for God in other People'... And yes, I'm going to be conscious of that all week. 

So before I'm going to take the high road, lemme just ask you.. 

Who died and made you the queen?!

A Writer’s Block

A Writer’s Block

Click click clock

She types like the tick of a clock

Thinking and Remembering

Even chasing a memory in the wind

Vivid

Lucid

All in a state of wake

Wondering if she will ever get a dime

From writing all this rhyme.

Empty

Weary

Dreary and drained

Words escaping in a phrase

Trying hard to make a face

Dreaming

Drooling

Lulling

Trying to make a rhythm

Can you even break free?

For the wave of your sanity?

Papers

Brains

Rollers in ink as she makes a link

Be happy for now you are done

Load it up and shoot the gun.

Did the Countess Confess?

Did the Countess Confess?
by cookiesanicas

 

Will you please make me understand

How your story got out of hand?

For nobody seems to hearken a story

About an infamous countess named Elizabeth Bathory

Her lustrous black hair flows thru the manor

As her pale white skin glows just to enamour

I wonder what happened to Hungary’s Black hero

A warrior, a count whose life ended in a deathblow

Would you mind, I have this quandary

Is this tale true or just beyond what’s contrary?

Of 600 hundred women whose blood you bathe

For youth and vitality they suffered this fate

You killed all these virgins in a beastly passion

For no one can curtail the evil within your mansion

What have you done with their fair, bucolic life?

Misery you have brought to all these men and this grieving wife

Now what shall we do with all these atrocity?

The Emperor’s right you shall suffer your own obliquity

Not even the great Kings, princes and members of the judiciary can free

For what Dorotya & Katarina both failed to foresee.

May remorse haunt you alive, as guilt and shame may soon flood

for now you are damned to death in trade of execution,

As you pay for our daughters writhing & whimpering bloods,

Now, all dead because of your sadistic flagellation.