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Llamas with Hats Human Adapted

"Carl, there's a dead human in our house!"
My best friend-and roommate-Carl, was in the kitchen, doing the dishes, which was odd, because Carl never did the chores.
He shuffled over and poked the dead body with his foot. "Oh...hey...how did he get here?" Blood was pooling on the floor, from multiple stab wounds in the dead man's chest.
His lying tone was obvious. I stared at him, alarmed. "Carl, what did you DO?!"
He waved a hand nonchalantly. "Me? I didn't do this."
"Explain what happened, Carl!" I said angrily. These kinds of things seemed to happen whenever I went out...
"I've never seen him before in my life!" Carl protested.

Trying.If I open my eyes and I see you,
why do I end up feeling so blue?
My life is great, so I don't understand,
why I can't feel happy,
maybe I need a hand.
I see your smile,
and it breaks my heart.
Why can't I smile,
and play my part?
When I see you frown,
it's twice as bad.
I gain my crown,
I wonder if our love is just a fad.
I'm falling,
stalling,
forever balling,
I'm calling your name,
can't see your face,
I know what I want to say,
but my tongue seems to replace,
everything I once had to say,
seems like it all comes out,
"I'm okay."
You say you want to help,
I'm game.
You say you want to help,
but I feel like it's all going to end out the same.
You'll be interested and you'll care,
for awhile.
But then you'll get upset,
it's not worthwhile.
You say you love me,
I love you with all of my being,
I'm sorry this is so hard,
but I'm not used to seeing,
someone trying so earnestly,
for me.

Tatiana's JewelsHere lies

Tatiana, the jewel of the throne,

Oh how here eyes once shined, now stare

Up in awe to the heaven of night, not years ago

To glow,

In a royal tomb with the pearls,

Your hair once soft curls,

Now matted in blood, as you

Were shot, your jewels not protecting

You from the cold bullets and boynets

That stricked you.

Ne'er shall the men who looked

To your apprenice forget you,

Dear Tatiana, the jewel, the last,

We shall hear from.

The Romanov Dynasty PoemThe pearls scatter

Across the bloodied ground.

There lies servants,

A dog or two,

Doctors of the royal family,

And there lies the last Tsar,

His wife, the four flowers,

And the sunbeam of a son;

Here lies the Romanovs,

The last imperial family of Holy Russia,

With their hidden jewels, no covered in scarlet red,

May they lie in piece.

A Romanov Enchanted Tale - PrologueThe Romanovs were waiting inside the cellar for some time when Yurovsky returned with ten other soliders. Carrying a piece of paper, he read the death sentence.
"Because your relatives continue to attack the Soviet Union, the Ural Committee has decided to execute you."
The former tsar stood up. "What? What?!"
"Noooooooooooo!" Tatiana screamed in her head. Bullets fly everywhere.
Nicholas was shot in the chest, and fell down the floor, with blood coming out of his chest like a spring.
His wife, Alexandra, was shocked. "Nicky!" she screamed, and she rushed to his side along with the four servants, But while she got there, she was shot in the head. The servants tried to shield them, but failed, because the Reds finished them all.
The guards approached the Imperial children but they were interrupted by the big pair, who started fighting back. The big pair tried to wrestle guns from the guards trying to shoot them.
"Leave the little pair and the tsarevich alone, you monsters!" Tatiana

We Still Love You

We Still Love You

We all cry when we remember that day.
Our memories will never fade away.
You left this world so young
But you're still walking around.

Many people try to replace you
But they don't have the passion and the soul.
They don't feel the music like you do.
They never stand up again when they fall.

You'll stay in our hearts forever.
Maybe we'll never see you again.
But Freddie, you were Made in Heaven
And you'll always Play the Game.

Maybe we'll never hear your beautiful voice.
But we'll always think about you.
Cause you helped us to believe that when we have no choice
We have to fight and we'll pull through

DandelionElfriede always spend her lunch in one of the stables, she preferred the company of animals to that of the castle's maids. All they did was gossip and dream about the prince, her price. They wouldn't miss her, they never saw her as a human anyways, and not that she could blame them, dressed as she was.
She smiled when she walked in to the dark place, smelling of straw and horses. As her eyes got accustomed to the dark, the things she smelled became visible. On each side of the stable stood a row of at least twenty of the most majestic horses in the country, pitch black, white as snow, fiery auburn and some almost as golden as her own hair.

'Nice to meet you'

Twelve year old girl was running in the lobby of the palace.

- Wait a minute! I'm going!- she said. She bumped with a boy. Not a good first met, don't you think?

- Oh!- he said. He touched his head.

- Oh, I'm REALLY, REALLY sorry!- she said scared. Who was that boy? He will revenge? She was a foreign girl. He, for her, was a foreign boy. She just know one thing: Now, she was in trouble.

- It's okay- he said with a sweet voice, that enchanted her. He wasn't angry. He was a peaceful boy. She felt it.

- Do you want some ice, or something like this?- she asked. He shook his head.

- No, I'm okay. Why you are running, girl?- he asked.

- My s

OTMA's prayer

Help me to
Trust as much as Olga
Help as much as Tatiana
Love as much as Maria
And enjoy life as much as Anastasia
Amen.

Six-year-old Olga Nikolaevna sat in the nursery chair and swung her legs. Playing was out of the question today, because she could tell that something very, very important had happened this morning, and she had to be alert to search for clues. It was all rather exciting, Olga thought to herself, squirming with glee, to have to solve a mystery, like Sherlock Holmes in the stories Papa read to her sometimes. She had considered letting the others in on it too, but really, they were both far too young.
Olga surveyed the nursery like a watchman would the sea at night. From her high up perch on the chair, she could see all that was going on. Thei

Introduction. I flatten the tips of my fingers against a whitewashed windowpane. I lean on it, hoping perhaps it will shatter. Making all the little pieces slip onto the ground. It fells so odd to be cut off from seeing the world. There is a strip of clear glass on the window that allows me to see beyond the inside of this house. The only part of the world I can see is the Voznesenski Cathedral across the road and if I press my cheek to the glass I can see the sky. I miss seeing the soft petals of the flowers that mother had in her Mauve Room, her special room; how bright and wonderful they were. At times I can hear the cathedral bells tolling and I tr

Leaving the Alexander Palace. Like the cold waves of the Black Sea crashing upon the rocks, my heart is shattered into a million little pieces. It feels as though my entire world has stopped, reminding me of a train screeching to a halt and in slow motion it falls from its track. All I can hear is the constant ticking of the clock, there is only so much time left. Today is the 13th of August, 1917. Two days ago Kerensky came to father and told him we must leave our home, our Alexander Palace. I don't know the reasons, perhaps it is for our own safety; I don't ask questions about matters like this. How badly I want to scream that I will not leave, but I must go where I

The Little MermaidI'll give anything to become human
I'll give my voice
My soul
My family
My life
Anything for legs

I know it will hurt
I know I'll leave trails of blood
Across the floor as I walk
I know it will feel
Like walking on knives
Just give me my love
My dream
I can bear the pain

Alas, there is no hope
The prince loves another
I am just a friend
My fate is written in the sea

I can't kill him, even if
I'll return to my old life
I love him too much

His happiness is mine
And with that farewell
As I dissolve into the sea
And wash up as foam on the waves

But, at least, I got one dream...
I got the soul I've always wanted.

Prayer of Marie -one for Maria

Call me your angel, your precious one
I may be little but I'll grow up strong
And like all girls I have my dreams
Made up of roses and starry scenes

Give me a husband that works real hard
Ten children playing in the yard
Give me my sisters now and forever
So we can bring our children up together
But most of all give my brother his health
For it all I will trade my wealth

Once we went sailing like the sailors do
They even dressed us up like sailors too
I want each day like that if you will
Made up of roses and daffodils

Grant my dear father the gift to see
The good all sorts of people can be
Give all the children a warm place

Royal Figure -one for Tatiana-

The year is 1910
And where do I begin
The world is changing and I don't mean spring from winter snow
I wonder how fast it will go

Because I only have 8 years to live from now
All my trials and turbulences seem small some how
Yet even death is insignificant when you figure the sum
and add the years in the life to come

Oh if anyone knows
Tell me how this life goes
Make it a happy ending, just like at the beginning
And you'll be amazed at how fast it will go

Because I only have 8 years to live from now
All my trials and turbulences seem small some how
Yet even death is insignificant when you figure the sum
and add the years in t

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Llamas With Hats: A Poem

by ~domo-dono, Mar 19, 2011, 9:12:02 PM
Literature / Poetry / Narrative / Traditional Fixed Forms

There, through the door
There's a man on the floor
And what's more Carl is there

There's a dead human, I say
What has made him this way?
So I command that Carl explain

I've never seen him, says he
Until you showed him to me
I've seen him never before in my life

I ask Carl why he'd kill him
My tone of voice is quite grim
But murder is Carl's least favorite thing

I demand again he explain
And with his expression unchanged
Carl denies all my claims, he'd been busy

He'd been in his room reading The Great Gatsby
And this man barged inside without asking
I am shocked when Carl finally says…

"And I, uh…I stabbed him 37 times in the chest."

Caaaaaaaarl, I cry
Why'd you make this man die?
But then I notice something is gone

Carl, I venture, his hands
What's that, he says, come again?
His hands, Carl, why are they missing?

He looks from me to the ground
Out of recognition does he make a sound
Eyes on me, he smiles and says…

"Well I, uh, I sort of cooked them up. And ate them."

I can't believe what I'm hearing
Why would you do such a thing?
I was hungry for hands, he replies

My stomach twisted at the man recently died
Carl's was full and hands-satisfied
What is wrong with you, friend?

Well I kill people, he starts
And I eat hands, he remarks
Soooo that's two things.

Llamas With Hats: A Poemby ~domo-dono

Literature / Poetry / Narrative / Traditional Fixed Forms

©2011-2013 ~domo-dono

I was supposed to be writing an essay

This is what happened

I don't even know

Oh Paul

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~ExterminatorExploder Dec 8, 2012 Student Writer

It's the banana bread of the soul...

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~LaurenAliyah777 Nov 12, 2012

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~LaurenAliyah777 Nov 12, 2012

xD I friggin love this! This is a work of art!

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~ExterminatorExploder Nov 11, 2012 Student Writer

Such... beauty XD This is certainly the 9/11 of poems. You, sir, are one clever little llama lover.

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~siylvebrighton Nov 17, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

CARRAARRRAAAARRRRAAALLL!!!! Llamas with Hats is brilliant

LOL You are a genius

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~eeyoreguy Jul 8, 2011

".....ccccccaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrllllllllll!!!!

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"happy birthday!

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that poem...there...is just...amazing. soup.

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~AnimeObsessed93 Mar 19, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

This is just beautiful

Llamas with Hats is awesome

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