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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
O Teleftaios StratiotesΟ Τελευταίος Στρατιώτης
Ο κόσμος είχε αλλάξει για πάντα.
Κι όμως, μετά απ'όλα αυτά,
οι δυο στρατηγοί
ο ένας απέναντι στον άλλον,
το ίδιο αλλαζονικά όπως πριν,
σαν να μην είχε συμβεί ποτέ
asked me why i
love you, and
i was lost for
words– which doesn't often happen
to a writer– because i couldn't
the way you look
smile. it's something
that a hidden part of me lives
for; that one tooth
out of line, that
one dimple on the
of your face.
i couldn't tell her
how i often lie alone in a big bed and
miss the way you smell, the
way you b r e a t h e.
and, oh, i couldn't tell her
how i had never
wanted someone there
with me to
pull me out of the
dark– you taught me that someone
doesn't have to
understand your pain; they just
be there to try and
so i couldn't say
why– i just smiled and said that
it doesn't matter
why, because, for
once, i have fallen in love with a
Skyline MuseSkyline Muse
vistas of sylvan charms
cross my vision as we drive through art,
a mural of green flags
across a watercolor(ed) canvas.
with her arm out the window
the wind holding her tresses
in a tempestuous tenure,
she looks back at me
and flashes her beaming smile
as we drive towards the peak
aiming to hit the highest mark.
the gravel road rolling under turning tires,
we move up and up,
the sun falling the higher we go.
we always envisioned arriving here at sundown
and it’s yawning now,
so it’s only a matter of time
before it must tuck itself in for the night.
so when we reach crown of the mountain
and park the hardtop near the edge of the crest.
jewel encrusted skies tease auburn blankets
as the stars are finally materializing incarnate,
it’s almost heavenly to see the body
merge from fervor markers to cool ink.
the draft was a signal of the art just beginning,
feet moving across clay as we dangle soles
over the edge of the earth as the day
puts on its hoodie
9.12in a place where
grow, i stole shadows
from a jar of
pen ink. the stars
me; i had to forgive
and with high eyes and a
fire-tongue, the kind you get from
smoking too many
came from the ground and
take them back– but
my fists grew
tight. i fought him like
hell; and he, too
has yet to
As I lie upon my bed
Trying to forget a conflict not demanded
Listening to music to relax my mind
With my lover at my side
For one second I closed my eyes to slumber
And my mind drifted to things it remembered
To forget a problem it could not understand
It seemed that more than one voice was speaking
But I could not place them, even one
They spoke of things from beyond my time
Of mythical objects larger than the African elephant
Creatures with strange names and stranger shapes*
Of lost cities under the ocean
Wherein those strange creatures dwelt
I sat listening and began to shudder
For one voice was deeper than the others
And it warned of the revival
Of things existent long before man evolved
The Black CatThe alley cat
A stranger to all
Wants only to mind his business
When he walks the streets
All he searches for is his next meal
He feels a leg
And a child falls and cries
The mother takes her annoyance out
By kicking the animal
The stray cat
Is given no love
He can press his face
Against anyone he wants to
And still have no affection in return
Ere he knows
A man he follows
Begins to fight another about
Who is blind or idiotic
And then speak with their fists
The little cat
Fragile like glass
Has the world against him
He can act as he sees fit
But continues to seem to err
Someone shoves him onto the road
Only for him to survive
For the machine that could have taken him
Collided with another
The black cat
Was only misunderstood
I saw him ev'rytime I walked
To my favourite venue
Then I learned his one day at a shelter
Where he was killed without question
Shame on all of you
All he wanted
Was what we give each other
Good-bye, dear friend
The line between life,
is quite thin.
They both steal moments,
from your precious soul.
And allow time to tick,
Life's first plaintive cry,
was stolen from death.
We were all never to breathe,
Humanity had to strike his hand,
for him to lose grasp.
still in slumber,
into the rough hold of life.
It is then,
from our once eternal slumber.
We draw our first breath,
Unlike Death's sweet embrace,
Life's is rough and painful.
We jump from her,
to run back to a sweet embrace.
we see Death as he looms.
he hushes our breath,
stills our tongue,
and closes our eyes.
And we sleep.
A kick in the headYou blossomed into a flower - a small and frail flower.
You were a nice flower, I guess; I've seen prettier.
But you had such a simple, plain pattern
That it was almost refreshing to see you.
You captured sunshine for the first time.
You sung a little tune each day
(even though you were practically tone deaf).
I didn't mind though; you were happy.
Time seemed so painfully ethereal
You wilted and bled into the dirt.
Digging down exponentially to where you thought you belonged.
You swear to yourself to never see light again
Because its loss hurt more than staying in the dark.
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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