And IDEAS are BULLETPROOF

I’m not trying to be witty, nor I am trying to be pretty. I just want to show some of these stuff, which I consider part of my own beauty


Hi I am AUTOFRADGEEBOTS, and this is my hide out. (Though literally it isn't hidden) Join me in my fight against those Decepticons.
Drop your weapons. Hold my hand. We will kill all of them. Don't be afraid, it won't be too hard. Optimus prime is with us. :)

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Sealed with a Cheer.

I’m sitting here inside the box,
pie-eyed by the taste of solitary.
I’m trying to be deaf from all those knocks, for
as I open, they might kill me savagely.

To be honest, there are
really monsters outside this zone.
They mask themselves with beautiful faces,
and expect me come out of here, dear.

They will get everything I have,
and change everything I am.
That’s why I fill this box with concealment
to make them not find me.

But I know I can’t just bury myself here
forever, for someday I must get out.
I know I shall someday face those freak creatures.
I know those knocks must someday be answered.

The day will surely come
that I will find all my courage;
I will bid farewell to this place, to
this place, which I cannot call my home..

To this place, which I cannot call my own.
To this box in which I don’t really belong.


Posted: Sunday February 27th, 2011 at 5:17am
Tagged: Poems