the poems Elicia writes that are not Raeanne's because Raeanne didnt write them, Elicia did.



Editor's note - I gave elicia her own page, so this isnt me. Once the funky line thing divides this note from the rest of the page, it isnt me! So if you want to email the person that wrote the rest of this page, DONT MAIL ME! Send it to mistressdoth@metallicafan.com instead. okay? Thanks! Elicia is a little odd, so please bear with her. She's sometimes more crackheaded than I am. Sometimes. Hehehehhe bye! ~Raeanne (the editor. lol cool.)

"Stormy Night"


Out of the freezing rain came
He Who Likes Melon.
He Who Likes Melon enjoys Watermelon,
Cantaloupe, & Honeydew Melon.
He Who Likes Melon likes to rub it in his hair
and near his knees.

"home"


There above you in the tree
In the leaves
Of green and free breezes of the summer
There in the ground below you
in the flowers
Of red & blue with smells of wonders
There Beside you in the stream
In cool water
Of gentle currents and stepping stones
There beyond thy yonder hill
In the haze from the sun
Of brick and clay with glass windows
Lies a home.

"food"


SQUASHY AND WARM
GOOEY AND STICKY
HARD AND COLD
SWEET AND SOUR
CRUMBLY AND POWDERY
HOT AND STEAMY
NUTTY AND SUGARY
SYRUPY AND THICK
TOUGH AND CHEWY
BUTTERY AND FROSTY
TART AND FLAKY
THIN AND WATERY
WHAT SHALL WE EAT?

"NOW!"


What do they say?
Do they say please?
No. They say you must NOW
do it NOW or die!

"Spork"


red roses and blue violets
are always very new
but did you enjoy the stew
tight shoes and button up coat
you wear when it's bitter
Eddie Vedder's babysitter
pears are yellow and grapes make wine
once there were seamonkeys
but they became too funky
the sky is blue and the grass is green
may i lick your forehead
maybe in your big warm bed
books have words and flies have wings
fire in the furnace is hot
but ice in the freezer is not
pollen comes from flowers and kids like candy
would you like to make friends with my socks
one time when i was very small i had chicken pox
this doesnt make sense
now i'm done
so go for a run

"YOU"


YOU
YES YOU
YOU WHO IS
YOU WHO WILL BE
YOU WITH THE QUESTIONS UNANSWERED
YOU WHO SEES NOTHING BUT TIME
YOU WILL LET TIME RULE YOU
YOU WHO LOOKS AT CHANGES WITH HORROR WITHIN
WITH BULGING EYES AND POUNDING HEART, COLD CHILLS ABOUND
ONCE AS A MISCHEVIOUS LITTLE CHILD YOU ASKED WHY NOT
BUT TODAY WITH YOUR WATCH YOU ASK WHEN WILL IT END