laugh
and
under
great
hindrances
you won't suffer at all.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
little bear
One little bear
Just waiting to be loved
Smiles at a girl walking by.
That little bear
After such a long time
That night in warm arms it lies.
Just waiting to be loved
Smiles at a girl walking by.
That little bear
After such a long time
That night in warm arms it lies.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
acrostic
A/N: For those who don't remember what an acrostic poem is... read the first letters of each line.
don't sit on the couch, please
oh, stop barking!
go somewhere else, please?
such a trouble... but completely worth it.
don't sit on the couch, please
oh, stop barking!
go somewhere else, please?
such a trouble... but completely worth it.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
5 Days
On Monday, I meet the love of my life.
We're in the mall - he's exiting, I'm entering, and he holds the door open for me, like a perfect gentleman. He smiles at me, and for a blessed moment I'm lost in his wonderfully bright and kind eyes - and then he passes me.
I sit down and forget about shopping.
On Tuesday, I return to the mall.
There's a special at a cafe I like and a sale at a shop, but all I can think of is that blissful moment when shivers dance in my stomach and fire floods my cheeks and the day is brighter than ever.
But that handsome stranger does not come again.
On Wednesday, I drink coffee at a cafe for hours.
It sinks into my stomach, filling every cold corner. The way it stirs in my stomach reminds me of butterflies, but ever so sweeter and stronger. There is a warm, cinnamon-tinted scent in it that I don't remember being there before.
I have never tasted better coffee, but he still does not come.
On Thursday it is raining, and I feel a shade of dark, heavy purple.
He is not here, and it was my own foolish hopes that kept me coming. How ridiculous it is to think that he would come to the mall again! My very own conscience nags and grips at me. This could all be in vain. That wonderful face and smile, I'll never see again!
Yes, in vain, but I have decided that even fools can hope.
On Friday, I'm at the mall again.
I've been at the mall more times in the past week than I have in the past year. After drinking my iced tea, I leave the place after half an hour, and don't expect to come again for a while.
As I approach the exit, a man holds the door open for me. I'm so absorbed in my thoughts that I hardly notice his face until I'm right next to him.
I gasp. It's the man.
But he walks past me.
We're in the mall - he's exiting, I'm entering, and he holds the door open for me, like a perfect gentleman. He smiles at me, and for a blessed moment I'm lost in his wonderfully bright and kind eyes - and then he passes me.
I sit down and forget about shopping.
On Tuesday, I return to the mall.
There's a special at a cafe I like and a sale at a shop, but all I can think of is that blissful moment when shivers dance in my stomach and fire floods my cheeks and the day is brighter than ever.
But that handsome stranger does not come again.
On Wednesday, I drink coffee at a cafe for hours.
It sinks into my stomach, filling every cold corner. The way it stirs in my stomach reminds me of butterflies, but ever so sweeter and stronger. There is a warm, cinnamon-tinted scent in it that I don't remember being there before.
I have never tasted better coffee, but he still does not come.
On Thursday it is raining, and I feel a shade of dark, heavy purple.
He is not here, and it was my own foolish hopes that kept me coming. How ridiculous it is to think that he would come to the mall again! My very own conscience nags and grips at me. This could all be in vain. That wonderful face and smile, I'll never see again!
Yes, in vain, but I have decided that even fools can hope.
On Friday, I'm at the mall again.
I've been at the mall more times in the past week than I have in the past year. After drinking my iced tea, I leave the place after half an hour, and don't expect to come again for a while.
As I approach the exit, a man holds the door open for me. I'm so absorbed in my thoughts that I hardly notice his face until I'm right next to him.
I gasp. It's the man.
But he walks past me.
toy truck
On Monday, a toy is sitting in an old cardboard box that looks as if it will fall apart in a blink. It is a small truck, and its paint almost shows a rich crimson--its past color. In a day, this truck's alarm falls off; and soon, its bolts follow.
It waits for a boy--now a man.
On Friday, it is in a trash can.
A/N: There is no 'e'. Anywhere. Whew.
It waits for a boy--now a man.
On Friday, it is in a trash can.
A/N: There is no 'e'. Anywhere. Whew.
acrostic poem
A long time ago, there was a girl who came upon a magic potion
Labeled, "DRINK ME."
In the moments that followed,
Curious feelings arose
... and she shrank
... and shrank
... and shrank
Ending at ten inches tall.
Labeled, "DRINK ME."
In the moments that followed,
Curious feelings arose
... and she shrank
... and shrank
... and shrank
Ending at ten inches tall.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
midnight today
The watches whisper and wait
For midnight
today.
Their merry hands hold still
For midnight
today.
Their little gold eyes open
A new day
today
They wait and watch and hold their breaths
For midnight
today.
For midnight
today.
Their merry hands hold still
For midnight
today.
Their little gold eyes open
A new day
today
They wait and watch and hold their breaths
For midnight
today.
RAIN PARADE
Droplets drip delightfully,
It's a RAIN PARADE!
Thunder claps and cheers today,
It's a RAIN PARADE!
Crowding, whistling, happy clouds,
It's a RAIN PARADE!
Lightning laughs and shines today,
It's a RAIN PARADE!
It's a RAIN PARADE!
Thunder claps and cheers today,
It's a RAIN PARADE!
Crowding, whistling, happy clouds,
It's a RAIN PARADE!
Lightning laughs and shines today,
It's a RAIN PARADE!
acrostic
can't find them anywhere sometimes
always exactly where they want to be
thinking of fish and lazing about
so cute.
always exactly where they want to be
thinking of fish and lazing about
so cute.
acrostic poem
ode to that idle king who
defeated monsters
yet
still could not defy the
suitors who
entered and pillaged his wife and land
under the name of
sweet courting.
defeated monsters
yet
still could not defy the
suitors who
entered and pillaged his wife and land
under the name of
sweet courting.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Contest by Steph
Take a look at Steph's contest!
Here
Looks like you can win some really neat books! How about heading over there and entering? It's an international contest, so even if you live in the middle of Timbuktu (which is in Africa, by the way), you can still win!
Awesomeness.
Here
Looks like you can win some really neat books! How about heading over there and entering? It's an international contest, so even if you live in the middle of Timbuktu (which is in Africa, by the way), you can still win!
Awesomeness.
Monday, February 1, 2010
Untitled poem
1. Untitled
Note: Best read in a strong Scottish accent.
In merry ways of emerald
The workmen lay to sleep.
In copper beams of sunshine bold
The tired begin to dream.
Of knights and love and iron slopes,
Of brilliant deceit
Of rosy dreams and sprouted hopes
These dreary workers see.
To paradise and countries far
They yearn and crave to see
But lovely life and sapphire falls
Might find them all too near.
Note: Best read in a strong Scottish accent.
In merry ways of emerald
The workmen lay to sleep.
In copper beams of sunshine bold
The tired begin to dream.
Of knights and love and iron slopes,
Of brilliant deceit
Of rosy dreams and sprouted hopes
These dreary workers see.
To paradise and countries far
They yearn and crave to see
But lovely life and sapphire falls
Might find them all too near.
Shadow
I am your shadow.
There beneath you I lurk and watch,
Wait and lie, scorching the fringes of your mind.
Then, should you scream or cry or bleed
I will be waiting.
There beneath you I lurk and watch,
Wait and lie, scorching the fringes of your mind.
Then, should you scream or cry or bleed
I will be waiting.
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