Biography of Thistle Wargul
Thistle Wargul Poems
A Boy Named Jack
Once upon a time there was a boy called Jack, Who loved playing with his friends and having a good yak. One day in the woods he met a big bear Which gave him a bigger scare.
When will you listen? When will you hear? When will the shell you live in Finally disappear?
It’s mothers day, it’s mothers day, And not a day to weep, Its mothers day, not brothers day’ And there’s no time to time to sleep,
A salty dropp swells up With sorrow from a glistening eye. It slides down slowly off the nose, Leaving a shiny wet trail behind.
Is There A Point?
A deceitful cuckoo, A parasite on the faithful parents Of the chick it just killed.
My friend I’ve got a thing to tell you, A thing I’d rather not. A secret I wish could be prevented, A secret that cannot.
I Could Never Hateyou
You think that the world hates you: That not a soul cares, But because you hated the World too,
Starry Night Sky
Twinkling in the mid-night velvet, Sparkling pricks of light. Hanging in the empty abyss Of empty outer space.
Watching the ticking of the clock, Tick-tock tick-tock The clock that counts our days away. Tick-tock tick-tock
I'M Being Bullied!
Every minute of every day, Every second of every play, I’m being bullied!
Long Lost Friend
Helpless to help Too sad for sorrow, Here yesterday Just gone tomorrow.
Not Just A Pretty Face
You see me sitting with me friends, And think of love, and other ends, But what happens if I am not, Just a pretty face?
A child. A small child. Bathed in laughter of his playmates.
When you lived and lost Life still carries on. Believe in yourself! When you finally lose
Angry daggers, fall from the sky.
To the sun, we say goodbye.
From all creatures, waves of fear spread as pain.
The ground is covered in angry rain.
The stormy clouds never sleep,
Moving on and frightening sheep.
Bright blue skies are turned to black,
The darkened air fit to crack.