Up above the clouds, the say
From sunset until early day
One pirate had found quite the niche
In her airship shaped just like a fish
Captain Meowleen and her nasty gang
With longest claw and sharpest fang
(And just in case that wouldn’t do
They had bombs and rayguns, too.)
They’d sneak into the Mouselandian labs at night
The mice couldn’t put up a fight
They’d steal their new machinery
And cause a huge cacophony
Cuz hey, it’s bloody fun
They’d kill some mice and run
So you see, she wasn’t loved by all
This is the tale of her eventual fall
Quantum dolly
Swedish, 23-year old, DFAB intergender person. Likes science fiction books, pop culture, computers, animals and art. I will be doing a lot of things on the 23rd, including going to a massive party organized by a socialist party, cleaning, eating tacos, and seeing my lover for the last time in almost a year. I therefore plan to write my poems about what I experience and feel. I don't have a particular style I usually write in, but I'm very inspired by (read as: unnaturally attached to) Rimbaud and Palahniuk, so I'm guessing that will probably show. I might write some of my poetry in Swedish, or mix languages, but I'll try and write most of it in English.
Anticipation
Little sparkles of gold
Will increase a thousandfold
Over the hills and the dales and the tracks in the ground
Over the trees and the rocks and the roads not yet found
Where the high meets the low meets the new meets the old
That is where they’ll sparkle