With your red balloons and sinister frown You haunt our dreams and instill fear But we can't help but admire you, dear

Your powers, oh how they amaze With illusions and tricks, you leave us in a daze But deep down, we know it's just a game For you, dear Pennywise, are not to blame

You see, we understand your plight For all you wanted was to give us a fright But in the end, it's just a lonely soul With no one to love, no one to console

So here's to you, our beloved clown May your reign of terror never drown For though you may be feared by all In our hearts, you will always stand tall.

A Horatian Ode to Junpei Iori.

The rookie fiddles with his chin As marching organ sounds begin, The pitcher eyeing up his prey His winning hunger pains the day.

He spits upon the ball of thread And raises it above his head The fastest bowl to start the show A made career with killing blow.

The bat it cracks against the sky It disappears! Home run, they cry! He hits it hard again all spring And into fall, a cool he brings.

A year has passed, the pennant won A champagne bath, a job well done But one man fails to lift the cup The MVP whose head looks up.

Towards the stars, a dwarf perhaps The coffin of his romance lapsed “Chidori”, with a daint he hums Unzips his bag with fingers numb

Then on the mound he lays her down That dress of white, that wedding gown “Chidori, look at what you’ve made, These cheers your sweetest serenade”.

The darkness waves before your presence This light does sway often evanescent Your words they speak an eye full It’s hard to keep my distance

Mist amongst a humid layer Not once did fear display in your lair Mine eyes dare lose focus No soul could ever be theirs.

With a mouth like that you can only clench, ‎‏affix your teeth to my ribs. ‎‏From your occipital; sprouts lush, blench
‎‏willows bloom rich, sage, Sierra Figs.

‎‏Dissonance lies behind his glassing eyes. ‎‏Agronomists permeate peas throughout my pod. ‎‏As my propagating ego shies, ‎‏you'll see you've gutted Cod.

‎‏Now, not one wench shall endure your sour stench, ‎‏your young seedling is full of pips. ‎‏Do you know her pain, can't you see she seeps? ‎‏Acidic tear drops dissolve her pulp as her cloudy juice bleeds to blood.

⚠️this is a comedic poem about my STARDEW VALLEY husband⚠️

harvey, my stardew husband he is a doctor he brings in the cash yet he doesn’t pay a penny for our house

with his big arms and my big heart we make the perfect couple

adopted two kids named them rob and bob

this morning harvey watered my plants i imagine him helping me with the farm everyday wouldn’t that be nice?

yes.

yet, he sits there not doing a thing

i suppose you could say i only married him cause he is hot and appreciates my hard work

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As the world barrels through space

So do the thoughts of the human race

All the thoughts have been thought

Marcus Aurelius is proof of our mental rot

We must strive to keep our minds anew

And live for others who have lived for you

Why would I drop everything that I have everything that I loved for him? Pleasing and giving and loving and praying this all works out in the end. I wait and I help, I support and I love, just to be thrown down again. I’d change anything for him I’d die again and again, in this lovesick forever I feel that I’m in.

I couldn’t help feeling dreary After your decree. My heart had grown weary As it yearned for thee.

Oh, but how it had swelled deep in my breast. It shattered my will to seek and confess.

While I couldn’t help but appreciate in wonder; I heard that thy heart fell for another Broke you from slumber, Ailing in bed, for the depth Of the thoughts exploding your head.

Betrothing thy crop, thy will, and thy might, You waited for days Caged out of spite, Feeling contrite, Torture would weigh, Numbing all thee’s affection displays.

Yellowing leaves are sagging Not enough water or light Can relate, dear plant.

Piled up dishes, Paint flakinge from the windows, The smell of damp.

No one’s been here in this limbo Until the century’s breaking

But from above there’s one step, Then another. Another ghost hunter or the little brother?

It’s the former He’s on the stairs “2 kids,” he said “2 kids died here.”

His EMF in hand is flashing. At the windows, the rain is lashing.

“2 kids,” he repeats He shakes his head Then comes the dread The temperature depletes

The wind brushes my ear No, it’s a whisper I turn to flee, but a voice says with glee “It was not 2, I did all 3.”