A little friend of mine from IRC slike to write poetry. I've been lucky enough to aquire some. I'm no poet, not by any streatch of ANYONES imagination, but it's a tallent I admire in others.

So without further ado, here's a couple of poems
by Kelli Anne Burke.

Big Fucking Bowl of Cherries

My mind isn't playing tricks on me,
I see things that you can't see,
I know things that you dont know,
I go places you'll never go,
Black is black and white is white,
I may be wrong but you aren't right,
My ways are mine as your's are too,
Think what you want I always do,
You look at me I see you sneer,
I care not I won't shed a tear,
For your oppinion count's for nothing,
There will be no pain or suffering,
I am me and you are you,
And well go on as we always

I like my world there is no pain,
There is nothing to lose I stand only to gain,
Eventually you will come to see,
Your life isn't waht it seems to be
I don't knock your life so don't knock mine,
I may see rain where you see sunshine
I don't think life is quite so serious,
In a way it's kind of strange and mysterious
So don't try to con me with your charm and wit,
I'll live my life as i see fit,
I don't care if you like it,
I don't care if you laugh,
For all I care you can kiss my ass!

No Title

A bird can fly for just so long before it breaks a wing,
Then no longer can it take to flight it can only sit and sing,
But sooner or later it's song must end and then where will it be,
It must move on to some place else just like you and me,
When the old song is forgotten and the wing is finally healed,
The bird again shall take to the sky and leave the past tightly sealed,
The birds old life is left behind yet she can't resist,
The thought of the song that once left her mouth
And the wind her wings once kissed.

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