LammytheBard

Have you ever stumbled across a forum that had hundreds and hundreds of posts, but when you looked at the date of the last entry, you realized that no one had been to that site for over a year? Or have you ever been out jogging, or riding your bicycle, passing through the residential area? Then you find an old house; one that looks like it's been abandoned for years and years? The foundation is crumbling, and the paint is chipped and faded, and old toys and trash have found themselves tucked between dishelved seas of grass? It's these places that make me feel true unhappiness. They give me a sense of unshakable lonliness. Picturing those p

The clouds pass over But no rain falls down But it's in their own tears That the corn husks all drown But one of these husks Refuses to die And as it finally falls It starts to cry But the old farmer walks by To hear the corn wail So he scoops the plant up In a rusted pail Now the clouds pass over But no rain falls down The farmer sheds no tears And wears his halo like a crown Now the little corn husk All alone in his pot Slowly starts to shake The farmer not to be forgot A small boy falls out Of the potted corn And over his dead father He begins to mourn But that small little boy With the corn husk in hand Begins to