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Doktor Archibald FroggDoktor Archibald Frogg
The Mad Scientist
Evil, Menacing, Strong
Blue, Transforming, Super-Smart, Fairly Sweet
evil, genius, talented
hot, cute, skinny, fashionable
a poem by TDS411
Memo: Search Doktor Frogg? TDS411 in.
For me and the fangirls.
Changed DailyChanged Daily
stubborn, think, leadership
intense, handsome, dapper, good
Professor ProfessorProfessor Professor
thinks, nosy, fashionable
German, happy, stress, mad sciencist-act
Today Is The Day
Today is the day.
Today is the day that you stop making excuses.
Today is the day you put your fork down and lace up your shoes.
Today is the day you step outside and run like there is fire at your heels.
Today is the day you think of sweat as gold.
Today is the day you fall down and get back up.
Today is the day you feel the ache in your calves.
Today is the day you pant like a dog.
Today is the day you tell yourself you'll do it again tomorrow and mean it.
Today is the day you make a change.
you ate the stars and i ate my heart.this is how i was
fell in love with a boy
with razor sharp
teeth and a
poet's heart. it's really a
pretty kind of thing.
using his borrowed
tongue, he took me in like a
four a.m cigarette (slowly, and
with loneliness in every one of his
joints). we both thought
that enough smoke
would fill in the cracks in our
rib cages; we were both
he told me that he would
like to be a
planet: "all that open
space, all those dying
stars. it would give me room to
instead of telling him that
there is no oxygen in
outer space, i
watched him feel his lungs
implode. it broke my
bones to witness it; but it's really a
dreadfully pretty thing to
The BirdSo desperate for the love
She couldn't find inside.
She was perfectly willing to throw herself at the stars,
Convinced she could be completely happy
With someone who put her in a nest.
That gilded nest was beautiful,
But a nest none the less.
It just took a shining mirror
To see how it had become a cage.
Resolutely she found the key
And let herself out.
She never noticed how confining it had become
The cage ripped and tore at her feathers and flesh
Until she finally wrenched herself free
To flee as far as she could get
From that awful place.
Along the way,
She found another mirror.
Looking into it....
She found me,
A reflection of herself.
She saw me – herself -
Without her cloak of lies
Leadening her hunched shoulders,
Concaving her entire persona.
She discovered my beautiful colors,
The fine sheen to my feathers
And enthralling grey of my eyes.
She flew away,
But I met her every mirror after
I saw her slouch transform into a strut,
Her shining tears dissolve into mischiev
comfortcurling into quilts so deep
bubbles of tension run off
my body like soap, and i
clutch that raggedy little
dog to my chest like cloth
can make me whole.
Somewhere in New YorkSomewhere in New York,
a voice calling,
It was full
of wild imaginings,
of human revolution,
of ideas which
to her heart -
it is right
to be alone
in the struggle...
2 puzzle pieces
which seemed to fit
and did join
and how happy
to be the corner piece,
to lead the rest
to her love...
For she had loved
but only once...
Only one chance
to bring all of it
If she faced
it did not
it did not
change one curl
in a proud
for much can be
In New York,
in her head,
to tatters -
but only once...
What is Isolation you ask?
Isolation is to be left out when you want to be in.
Isolation is feeling that sense of loneliness.
Isolation is feeling alone when ten thousand people surround you.
Isolation is hearing laughter in a room and silence when you walk in.
Isolation is staying away from people, afraid they won’t talk back.
Isolation is sad.
Isolation is small.
Isolation is hard to describe unless you are the person feeling it.
Isolation is quiet.
Isolation is counting how many times you get let down and eventually lose track.
Isolation is wanting to forgive but not knowing how.
Isolation is uttering a cry from the depths of your soul and waiting forever for a reply.
Isolation is not hearing an answer when you ask a question.
Isolation makes you feel worthless.
Isolation has to be the cruelest of emotions.
I know the feeling of isolation.
I sense it in myself.
There's nothing you choose to do about it.
For I've tried everything already.
So don't be surprised,
If I'm gone from this place.
The Witch TrialOn the east-bounds o' red-rose shire,
there stands the Pendle Hill.
T'ween rivers Ribble and Hudder,
wind-swept moors standing still.
Walled by the druid stones and wary
hedgerows, Irish sea gales whisper and
moan. For devil soul'd men o' earth
tramp the trails alone.
Demdike and Device, Redferne and Whittle.
Those crones and their blood kin
care for nought, old hearts brittle.
Across the dark old Pendle Hill
They scurry'd and swarm'd. To fear'd Malkins
Tower, Pendle Forests black soul.
Brave Nicholas and Nowell, hid 'mongst
the tall trees, unseen by the Coven
who plotted dark deeds. They led
local men held by fear and thrall,
Captured the Coven, sent to
Lancaster's dank halls.
Trial'd, and tested, and sentenced to die.
Devils and beggars, see
the Pendle's blighters stand nigh.
Hung by the neck 'till the corpses
are cold. Buried in churchyards, with
eyes on their souls.
But one was different from the old
and the ugly. Dear Alice Nutter,
the lady of Roughlee. Silent and
Stop talking, Start screamingStop talking
It’s not enough
Maybe you should try to scream
Everyone does it
Stamp your feet
Slam the door
What you stand for
And when somebody
Has noticed you
Do what all the others
Would do too
Just don’t quit
You like the attention more
Than you could admit
Don’t be embarrassed
It’s what we all do
Everyone denies it
But we all know it’s true
Screaming our opinions
On the whole internet
And begging for attention
Is how we lack intellect
This is who we are
It’s the purpose of our society
Everybody wants to be heard
Ignoring the last bit of propriety
So do what you think is right
Scream whatever comes in mind
Do anything you can do
To make someone notice you
where have I gone wrong ?standing on the cliff, watching the waves beat the shore;
setting the sun, the violet clouds breathe again;
lookin' for wisdom the seaweed offer a cry, off by the bay side looking real sorrowful
the crab eats alone;
storm on the highway bristles my eyelids;
looking for answers but the seagulls leave no reply.
Our Love in the Snow
Under the clouds in December,
We walk downtown, near the creek.
Why is the water moving on?
The cold may be present, but why does it never reach our fire?
Years of memories to remember
No matter the jealousy, battles, and mental wrongs, the journey to the top of the mountain is nearing to the peak.
Why do we need to stick as opposite friends or ions?
When the time is urgent, our bond is the most dire.
A mad man, a childish man, and vivid woman
The winter is our friend
To burn our fires, on the coldest night in our town in December.
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