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[ onomatopées ]
Emily walks.
She sways her skirt
down the dark alley,
her contoured eyes
staring at her feet.
Clip, clop,
sing her big black boots.
Clip, clop.
Emily thinks.
She throws her thoughts
upon every being
and understands again,
there exists no sense.
Plic, ploc,
sing the sad raindrops.
Plic, ploc.
Emily walks.
She sways her skirt
down the dark alley,
her contoured eyes
staring at her feet.
Clip, clop,
sing her big black boots.
Clip, clop.
Emily thinks.
She throws her thoughts
upon every being
and understands again,
there exists no sense.
Plic, ploc,
sing the sad raindrops.
Plic, ploc.
Sorry all for the triple submission, but DA really f**ked up yesterday and the uploads never worked.... now it should be good. Hopefully.
So...
onomatopée (n. f.)
Mot dont le son suggère celui de la chose qu'il dénomme. Cliquetis, glouglou, crac, boum sont des onomatopé es.
This jolly little (read "short" poem is about that overly cute character that is Emily the Strange... wonder if there's a devClub about her?
It's very simple, but has a kind of rhythm and pace that I love... and it reminds me alot of older ~ladygekko poems, sorry if I borrowed your style
And I attached the original handwriting to it, too for your viewing pleasure.
So...
onomatopée (n. f.)
Mot dont le son suggère celui de la chose qu'il dénomme. Cliquetis, glouglou, crac, boum sont des onomatopé es.
This jolly little (read "short" poem is about that overly cute character that is Emily the Strange... wonder if there's a devClub about her?
It's very simple, but has a kind of rhythm and pace that I love... and it reminds me alot of older ~ladygekko poems, sorry if I borrowed your style
And I attached the original handwriting to it, too for your viewing pleasure.
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Emily the strange is awesome... my younger sister has the Emily the Strange calander for this year.. N e ways, great poem