relationships are like glass
sometimes it is better to leave them broken
than to hurt yourself trying to put
them back together!!!!!
Saturday, February 28, 2009
relationships
relationships are like glass
sometimes it is better to leave them broken
than to hurt yourself trying to put
them back together!!!!!
Sad Silver
Silver is lead,magnets,glitter
It sounds like water wind, wind whistling
It smells like rain poring down from the sky
Silver is cold like winters morning
It makes you feel cold ,bored, lonely
It taste like an old piece of gum
Old silverware that is worn out
Silver is like japans sulfur volcano, freezing cold
It taste like sulfur,old and horrible
Its hard,sicking, sorrow like
Silver is sad
But it can be different if you think
Its a time to change
Start all over do better
Silver can be the start of something new
cooper
I have a fish named Cooper
He really is a trooper
But when i am gone
The party is on
what will I do with Cooper?
Times
There are times of weakness
When everything seems to tower over you
There are times of darkness
When no light seems to get through
And there are times of hopelessness
When everything’s falling flat
And there are times of sadness
Where everything’s just that
There are times of strength
Where nothing gets in your way
And there are times of light
When the skies are blue each day
And there are times of hope
When your wish comes true
And there are times of joy
When everything’s about you
~End~
I hope you liked it!
When everything seems to tower over you
There are times of darkness
When no light seems to get through
And there are times of hopelessness
When everything’s falling flat
And there are times of sadness
Where everything’s just that
There are times of strength
Where nothing gets in your way
And there are times of light
When the skies are blue each day
And there are times of hope
When your wish comes true
And there are times of joy
When everything’s about you
~End~
I hope you liked it!
Messy Room by Shel Silverstein
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
His raincoat is there in the overstuffed chair,
And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp.
His workbook is wedged in the window,
His sweater's been thrown on the floor.
His scarf and one ski are beneath the TV,
And his pants have been carelessly hung on the door.
His books are all jammed in the closet,
His vest has been left in the hall.
A lizard named Ed is asleep in his bed,
And his smelly old sock has been stuck to the wall.
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
Donald or Robert or Willie or--
Huh? You say it's mine? Oh, dear,
I knew it looked familiar!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
His raincoat is there in the overstuffed chair,
And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp.
His workbook is wedged in the window,
His sweater's been thrown on the floor.
His scarf and one ski are beneath the TV,
And his pants have been carelessly hung on the door.
His books are all jammed in the closet,
His vest has been left in the hall.
A lizard named Ed is asleep in his bed,
And his smelly old sock has been stuck to the wall.
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
Donald or Robert or Willie or--
Huh? You say it's mine? Oh, dear,
I knew it looked familiar!
White
The emptyness of nothing
clouds soaring high
As clean as a white t-shirt should be
teeth being washed
Lonely with nothing to do
A polar bear walking in the snow
standing still
Foot prints that are not there
The stripes on the flag
computer paper filled with blankness
The pages in a book that has no words
white is the soothing smell that seems to never smell
winter waiting to happen
Brand new shoes
Dead with no color
Rides on top of vanilla
tip of a feather with no sign of ink
The back ground if most clocks
Playing on the top of your socks
The color with no color
clouds soaring high
As clean as a white t-shirt should be
teeth being washed
Lonely with nothing to do
A polar bear walking in the snow
standing still
Foot prints that are not there
The stripes on the flag
computer paper filled with blankness
The pages in a book that has no words
white is the soothing smell that seems to never smell
winter waiting to happen
Brand new shoes
Dead with no color
Rides on top of vanilla
tip of a feather with no sign of ink
The back ground if most clocks
Playing on the top of your socks
The color with no color
A Rainy Day in April,
When the clouds shake their hyssops, and the rain
Like holy water falls upon the plain,
'Tis sweet to gaze upon the springing grain
And see your harvest born.
And sweet the little breeze of melody
The blackbord puffs upon teh budding tree,
While the wild poppy lights upon the lea
And blazes 'mid the corn.
The skylark soars the freshening shower to hail,
And the meek daisy holds aloft her pail.
And Spring all radiant by the wayside pale
Sets up her rock and reel.
See how she weaves her mantle fold on fold,
Hemming the woods and carpeting the wold.
Her warp is of the green, her woof the gold,
The spinning world her wheel.
Francis Ledwidge
When the clouds shake their hyssops, and the rain
Like holy water falls upon the plain,
'Tis sweet to gaze upon the springing grain
And see your harvest born.
And sweet the little breeze of melody
The blackbord puffs upon teh budding tree,
While the wild poppy lights upon the lea
And blazes 'mid the corn.
The skylark soars the freshening shower to hail,
And the meek daisy holds aloft her pail.
And Spring all radiant by the wayside pale
Sets up her rock and reel.
See how she weaves her mantle fold on fold,
Hemming the woods and carpeting the wold.
Her warp is of the green, her woof the gold,
The spinning world her wheel.
Francis Ledwidge
Friday, February 27, 2009
alone
silent day
dark day
loneliness awaits
at the other end
i feel as if i should just leave
this world and all its inhabitants
and be alone
though i don't want to be!!!!!!
but i want to be gone at the same moment.
life......
life, people take it for granted
it is a miracle that we all live
we should charish our youth and not forget it
we can only be young for once in our life
and we should live it how we want to.
do what you want to and feel good about it
take in advice and live life now!
take things seriously!
dont make fun of people because you dislike them
or because they annoy you
we are all humans and we should be treated equal to one another!
it is a miracle that we all live
we should charish our youth and not forget it
we can only be young for once in our life
and we should live it how we want to.
do what you want to and feel good about it
take in advice and live life now!
take things seriously!
dont make fun of people because you dislike them
or because they annoy you
we are all humans and we should be treated equal to one another!
no more favors
No more favors, please!
I'm already choked with people,
Nice people, sweetly moved,
Expecting themselves in the mirror.
Time to look at your watches,
Ease yourselves into lounges,
Enjoy the quiet of taking,
No more intrusive than trees.
~i have no idea who wrote this...~
I'm already choked with people,
Nice people, sweetly moved,
Expecting themselves in the mirror.
Time to look at your watches,
Ease yourselves into lounges,
Enjoy the quiet of taking,
No more intrusive than trees.
~i have no idea who wrote this...~
Its Dark In Here
I am writing these poems
From inside a lion,
And it's rather dark in here.
So please excuse the handwriting
Which may not be too clear.
But this afternoon by the lion's cage
I'm afraid I got too near.
And I'm writing these linesFrom inside a lion,
And it's rather dark in here.
~shel silverstein~
From inside a lion,
And it's rather dark in here.
So please excuse the handwriting
Which may not be too clear.
But this afternoon by the lion's cage
I'm afraid I got too near.
And I'm writing these linesFrom inside a lion,
And it's rather dark in here.
~shel silverstein~
Dewdrops Dancing Down Daisies
Don't delay dawns disarming display .
Dusk demands daylight .
Dewdrops dwell delicatelydrawing dazzling delight .
Dewdrops dilute daisies domain.
Distinguished debutantes .
Diamonds defray delivereddaylights distilled daisy dance .
~paul mccan~
Dusk demands daylight .
Dewdrops dwell delicatelydrawing dazzling delight .
Dewdrops dilute daisies domain.
Distinguished debutantes .
Diamonds defray delivereddaylights distilled daisy dance .
~paul mccan~
Friends by Shannon Raschelle
As we walk our path of life,
We meet people everyday.
Most are simply met by chance.
But, some are sent our way.
These become special friends
Whose bond we can't explain;
The ones who understand us
And share our joy and pain.
Their love contains no boundaries.
So, even we are apart.
Their presence enhances us
With a warmth felt in the heart.
This love becomes a passageway,
When even the miles disappear.
And so, these friends, God sends our way,
Remain forever near.
We meet people everyday.
Most are simply met by chance.
But, some are sent our way.
These become special friends
Whose bond we can't explain;
The ones who understand us
And share our joy and pain.
Their love contains no boundaries.
So, even we are apart.
Their presence enhances us
With a warmth felt in the heart.
This love becomes a passageway,
When even the miles disappear.
And so, these friends, God sends our way,
Remain forever near.
poor tim ):
There once was a fellow named Tim
whose dad never taught him to swim.
He fell off a dock
and sunk like a rock.
And that was the end of him.
whose dad never taught him to swim.
He fell off a dock
and sunk like a rock.
And that was the end of him.
poor tim ):
There once was a fellow named Tim
whose dad never taught him to swim.
He fell off a dock
and sunk like a rock.
And that was the end of him.
whose dad never taught him to swim.
He fell off a dock
and sunk like a rock.
And that was the end of him.
Bleezer's Ice Cream by Jack Prelutsky
Bleezer's Ice Cream
I am Ebenezer Bleezer,
I run BLEEZER'S ICE CREAM STORE,
there are flavors in my freezer
you have never seen before,
twenty-eight divine creations
too delicious to resist,
why not do yourself a favor,
try the flavors on my list:
COCOA MOCHA
MACARONI
TAPIOCA SMOKED BALONEY
CHECKERBERRY CHEDDAR CHEW
CHICKEN CHERRY HONEYDEW
TUTTI-FRUTTI STEWED TOMATO
TUNA TACO BAKED POTATO
LOBSTER LITCHI LIMA BEAN
MOZZARELLA MANGOSTEEN
ALMOND HAM MERINGUE SALAMI
YAM ANCHOVY PRUNE PASTRAMI
SASSAFRAS SOUVLAKI HASH
SUKIYAKI SUCCOTASH
BUTTER BRICKLE PEPPER PICKLE
POMEGRANATE PUMPERNICKEL
PEACH PIMENTO PIZZA PLUM
PEANUT PUMPKIN BUBBLEGUM
BROCCOLI BANANA BLUSTER
CHOCOLATE CHOP SUEY CLUSTER
AVOCADO BRUSSELS SPROUT
PERIWINKLE SAUERKRAUT
COTTON CANDY CARROT CUSTARD
CAULIFLOWER COLA MUSTARD
ONION DUMPLING DOUBLE DIP
TURNIP TRUFFLE TRIPLE FLIP
GARLIC GUMBO GRAVY GUAVA
LENTIL LEMON LIVER LAVA
ORANGE OLIVE BAGEL BEET
WATERMELON WAFFLE WHEAT
I am Ebenezer Bleezer,
I run BLEEZER'S ICE CREAM STORE,
taste a flavor from my freezer,
you will surely ask for more.
~ Jack Prelutsky
I am Ebenezer Bleezer,
I run BLEEZER'S ICE CREAM STORE,
there are flavors in my freezer
you have never seen before,
twenty-eight divine creations
too delicious to resist,
why not do yourself a favor,
try the flavors on my list:
COCOA MOCHA
MACARONI
TAPIOCA SMOKED BALONEY
CHECKERBERRY CHEDDAR CHEW
CHICKEN CHERRY HONEYDEW
TUTTI-FRUTTI STEWED TOMATO
TUNA TACO BAKED POTATO
LOBSTER LITCHI LIMA BEAN
MOZZARELLA MANGOSTEEN
ALMOND HAM MERINGUE SALAMI
YAM ANCHOVY PRUNE PASTRAMI
SASSAFRAS SOUVLAKI HASH
SUKIYAKI SUCCOTASH
BUTTER BRICKLE PEPPER PICKLE
POMEGRANATE PUMPERNICKEL
PEACH PIMENTO PIZZA PLUM
PEANUT PUMPKIN BUBBLEGUM
BROCCOLI BANANA BLUSTER
CHOCOLATE CHOP SUEY CLUSTER
AVOCADO BRUSSELS SPROUT
PERIWINKLE SAUERKRAUT
COTTON CANDY CARROT CUSTARD
CAULIFLOWER COLA MUSTARD
ONION DUMPLING DOUBLE DIP
TURNIP TRUFFLE TRIPLE FLIP
GARLIC GUMBO GRAVY GUAVA
LENTIL LEMON LIVER LAVA
ORANGE OLIVE BAGEL BEET
WATERMELON WAFFLE WHEAT
I am Ebenezer Bleezer,
I run BLEEZER'S ICE CREAM STORE,
taste a flavor from my freezer,
you will surely ask for more.
~ Jack Prelutsky
Forever Friends~Emma Guest
A friend is like a flower,
a rose to be exact,
Or maybe like a brand new gate
that never comes unlatched.
A friend is like an owl,
both beautiful and wise.
Or perhaps a friend is like a ghost,
whose spirit never dies.
A friend is like a heart that goes strong until the end.
Where would we be in this world if we didn't have a friend.
a rose to be exact,
Or maybe like a brand new gate
that never comes unlatched.
A friend is like an owl,
both beautiful and wise.
Or perhaps a friend is like a ghost,
whose spirit never dies.
A friend is like a heart that goes strong until the end.
Where would we be in this world if we didn't have a friend.
Messy Room~Shel Silverstein
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
His raincoat is there in the overstuffed chair,
And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp.
His workbook is wedged in the window,
His sweater's been thrown on the floor.
His scarf and one ski are beneath the TV,
And his pants have been carelessly hung on the door.
His books are all jammed in the closet,
His vest has been left in the hall.
A lizard named Ed is asleep in his bed,
And his smelly old sock has been stuck to the wall.
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
Donald or Robert or Willie or--Huh? You say it's mine?
Oh, dear,I knew it looked familiar!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
His raincoat is there in the overstuffed chair,
And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp.
His workbook is wedged in the window,
His sweater's been thrown on the floor.
His scarf and one ski are beneath the TV,
And his pants have been carelessly hung on the door.
His books are all jammed in the closet,
His vest has been left in the hall.
A lizard named Ed is asleep in his bed,
And his smelly old sock has been stuck to the wall.
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
Donald or Robert or Willie or--Huh? You say it's mine?
Oh, dear,I knew it looked familiar!
A frog, A stick by jack prelutsky
A frog, a stick
a shell, a stone
a paper clip,
a chicken bone.
a feather quill
a piece of string
a lady bug,
a beetle wing
a greenish wad
of bubble gum
assorted keys
and cookie crumbs.
a maple leaf,
a candy bar,
a rubber band
a modle car.
potato chips,
and soggy fries
plus something
i can't recognize.
a broken watch
a plastic cow...
that's what's inside
my pockets now.
-Jack Prelutsky
a shell, a stone
a paper clip,
a chicken bone.
a feather quill
a piece of string
a lady bug,
a beetle wing
a greenish wad
of bubble gum
assorted keys
and cookie crumbs.
a maple leaf,
a candy bar,
a rubber band
a modle car.
potato chips,
and soggy fries
plus something
i can't recognize.
a broken watch
a plastic cow...
that's what's inside
my pockets now.
-Jack Prelutsky
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children,
they know
the place where the sidewalk ends.
~Shel Silverstein~
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children,
they know
the place where the sidewalk ends.
~Shel Silverstein~
A True Friend
A friend that is unique
A friend that is one of a kindA friend that is perfect
A type of friend who is hard to find
A friend that is sweet
A friend that is perpetually fair
A friend that you know
Will always be there
A friend with an amazing spirit
A friend with a striking heart
A friend that is trustworthy
A friend that is smart
A friend that assuages your pain
A friend that can dry your tears
A friend with unrestricted love
A friend that can alleviate your fears
A friend with an exquisite smile
That could never be ignored
A friend that’s never been hurtful
A friend that is easily adored
A friend that is respectful
A friend who is loved by all
A friend that is relied upon
A friend to never let fall
A friend you can talk to
Her compassion is known by a glistening glow
Just by sparking her remarkable light
The whole world will know
What a great and amazing person she is
A friend I shall never forget
She is the greatest ever been known
Best of all the friends I’ve ever met…
~Marria Attar~
A friend that is one of a kindA friend that is perfect
A type of friend who is hard to find
A friend that is sweet
A friend that is perpetually fair
A friend that you know
Will always be there
A friend with an amazing spirit
A friend with a striking heart
A friend that is trustworthy
A friend that is smart
A friend that assuages your pain
A friend that can dry your tears
A friend with unrestricted love
A friend that can alleviate your fears
A friend with an exquisite smile
That could never be ignored
A friend that’s never been hurtful
A friend that is easily adored
A friend that is respectful
A friend who is loved by all
A friend that is relied upon
A friend to never let fall
A friend you can talk to
Her compassion is known by a glistening glow
Just by sparking her remarkable light
The whole world will know
What a great and amazing person she is
A friend I shall never forget
She is the greatest ever been known
Best of all the friends I’ve ever met…
~Marria Attar~
What Happened
You used to call him
Text him each day
And now you deleted his number
And threw your cell phone away
And you used to tell him
Secrets I didn't even know
And now you barely
Say to him, "Hello"
What happened that night
In the storm?
Tell me as a friend
Nothing more
What happened to the love
You once had?
Tell me as a friend
Nothing bad
I can see you suffering
Underneath that smile
And it hurts everytime
I see you try to hide it...
Did he hurt you
In anyway?
If he did
He'll never see the light of day
What happened that night
In the storm?
Tell me as a friend
Nothing more
What happened to the love
You once had?
Tell me as a friend
Nothing bad
I want to help you
Through what you've had to do
But I can't do that
If I don't even know you
So tell me what happened
In that storm
Tell me as a friend
And nothing more.
~END~
Do you like it? Be honest here people.
Text him each day
And now you deleted his number
And threw your cell phone away
And you used to tell him
Secrets I didn't even know
And now you barely
Say to him, "Hello"
What happened that night
In the storm?
Tell me as a friend
Nothing more
What happened to the love
You once had?
Tell me as a friend
Nothing bad
I can see you suffering
Underneath that smile
And it hurts everytime
I see you try to hide it...
Did he hurt you
In anyway?
If he did
He'll never see the light of day
What happened that night
In the storm?
Tell me as a friend
Nothing more
What happened to the love
You once had?
Tell me as a friend
Nothing bad
I want to help you
Through what you've had to do
But I can't do that
If I don't even know you
So tell me what happened
In that storm
Tell me as a friend
And nothing more.
~END~
Do you like it? Be honest here people.
goodbye
i wish that i could get over guys
like guys get over girls.
my heart is strong
but my stomache wants to hurl.
i am happy on the outside but
on the inside i want to cry.
every time a guy wants to say goodbye
those hurtful words never seem to go away.
all i can ever say is ok.
i wish i could think of things
to keep us together longer.
maybe even make it even stronger.
like guys get over girls.
my heart is strong
but my stomache wants to hurl.
i am happy on the outside but
on the inside i want to cry.
every time a guy wants to say goodbye
those hurtful words never seem to go away.
all i can ever say is ok.
i wish i could think of things
to keep us together longer.
maybe even make it even stronger.
He Knows
He knows that you look,
He knows that you took.
He knows that you love him,
He knows that you can't have em.
He knows that you stare,
He knows that you dare.
He knows everything,
So why can't you stop loving.
He knows that you took.
He knows that you love him,
He knows that you can't have em.
He knows that you stare,
He knows that you dare.
He knows everything,
So why can't you stop loving.
1 inch Tall
If you were only one inch tall, you'd ride a worm to school.
The teardrop of a crying ant would be your swimming pool.
A crumb of cake would be a feastAnd last you seven days at least,
A flea would be a frightening beastIf you were one inch tall.
If you were only one inch tall, you'd walk beneath the door,
And it would take about a month to get down to the store.
A bit of fluff would be your bed,You'd swing upon a spider's thread,
And wear a thimble on your headIf you were one inch tall.
You'd surf across the kitchen sink upon a stick of gum.
You couldn't hug your mama, you'd just have to hug her thumb.
You'd run from people's feet in fright,To move a pen would take all night,
(This poem took fourteen years to write--'Cause I'm just one inch tall).
Shel silverstien
The teardrop of a crying ant would be your swimming pool.
A crumb of cake would be a feastAnd last you seven days at least,
A flea would be a frightening beastIf you were one inch tall.
If you were only one inch tall, you'd walk beneath the door,
And it would take about a month to get down to the store.
A bit of fluff would be your bed,You'd swing upon a spider's thread,
And wear a thimble on your headIf you were one inch tall.
You'd surf across the kitchen sink upon a stick of gum.
You couldn't hug your mama, you'd just have to hug her thumb.
You'd run from people's feet in fright,To move a pen would take all night,
(This poem took fourteen years to write--'Cause I'm just one inch tall).
Shel silverstien
Thursday, February 26, 2009
he was the best friend you could have
loyal, truthful, and he always had my back
he was the coolest person i knew
we had been friends since kindergarten
he was at this high school party
someone pulled out a gun and he
was on the receiving end
of a bullet in the head
it doesn't matter who shot him
i'm just glad that he's alive
he's not walking yet but he's coming along
loyal, truthful, and he always had my back
he was the coolest person i knew
we had been friends since kindergarten
he was at this high school party
someone pulled out a gun and he
was on the receiving end
of a bullet in the head
it doesn't matter who shot him
i'm just glad that he's alive
he's not walking yet but he's coming along
He Knows
We know him as
death
no other name
he moves us around
as he wishes
and then
he knocks us out
of the game
like pawns
on a chess board
as long as God has
given us life
he has been there
to take it away
he comes in swiftly
squeezing out your last
breath
and departs
with your soul
it doesn't matter
where you go
he will find you
who knows
You may be NEXT
death
no other name
he moves us around
as he wishes
and then
he knocks us out
of the game
like pawns
on a chess board
as long as God has
given us life
he has been there
to take it away
he comes in swiftly
squeezing out your last
breath
and departs
with your soul
it doesn't matter
where you go
he will find you
who knows
You may be NEXT
Broken Beyond Repair
Oh and this is my alliteration poem, cause otherwise it wouldnt have any in it!
Death Dwells Deep
Disabling the ability
to sleep
to care
Destroying down under
what matters the most
Pleasure gone
nothing left to Placate
that growing sense
of Panic
Periodically Peering at
you
Insecurity Intensified
Initiating
the darkside of your
Intellect
and encouraging
Insanity
Death Dwells Deep
Disabling the ability
to sleep
to care
Destroying down under
what matters the most
Pleasure gone
nothing left to Placate
that growing sense
of Panic
Periodically Peering at
you
Insecurity Intensified
Initiating
the darkside of your
Intellect
and encouraging
Insanity
sad
Well he said to my friend
that he liked me.
that made me so happy.
but then she asked for him to talk to me
his words were "i dont like her, dont talk to me"
She said shes srry and that
its was cuz his frinds were there but i ont beleive that
that he liked me.
that made me so happy.
but then she asked for him to talk to me
his words were "i dont like her, dont talk to me"
She said shes srry and that
its was cuz his frinds were there but i ont beleive that
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
I wish he was around
so he could be so proud of his son
not just his son his only son
and his first born child
but he's never even came to see me
since we moved down here
he never calls
what a great dad he is
you don't know how lucky you are
what i would give to
hear i'm proud of you son just one time
yo don't know how lucky you are
to even have a
dad who cares
so he could be so proud of his son
not just his son his only son
and his first born child
but he's never even came to see me
since we moved down here
he never calls
what a great dad he is
you don't know how lucky you are
what i would give to
hear i'm proud of you son just one time
yo don't know how lucky you are
to even have a
dad who cares
a peom about Abetl the toucan
Tell me who can
Catch a toucan?
Lou can.
Just how few can
Ride the toucan?
Two can.
What kind of goo can
Stick you to the toucan?
Glue can.
Who can write some
More about the toucan?
You can!
Shel Silverstein
Catch a toucan?
Lou can.
Just how few can
Ride the toucan?
Two can.
What kind of goo can
Stick you to the toucan?
Glue can.
Who can write some
More about the toucan?
You can!
Shel Silverstein
He only takes the best
God saw you getting tired,
and a cure was not to be,
so he put his arms around you,
and whispered "come to me"
With tearful eyes
we watched you, and saw
you pass away.
although we loved you dearly,
we could not make you stay.
A golden heart stopped beating,
hard working hands at rest.
God broke our heart to prove to us,
he only takes the best.
in loving memory of
James "JB" Bert Nealy sr.
1924-2009
R.I.P.
and a cure was not to be,
so he put his arms around you,
and whispered "come to me"
With tearful eyes
we watched you, and saw
you pass away.
although we loved you dearly,
we could not make you stay.
A golden heart stopped beating,
hard working hands at rest.
God broke our heart to prove to us,
he only takes the best.
in loving memory of
James "JB" Bert Nealy sr.
1924-2009
R.I.P.
The Beautiful Game (soccer)
I love you more than my old soccer cleats,
The ones I’ll never give up.
I love you more than the perfect field,
The one I use to warm up.
I love you more than my soccer ball,
The one that’s perfect for amazing passes.
I love you more than me running along those different types of grasses.
I love you more than the cheering crowds,
The stands made out of plaster.
I love you more than that perfect kick,
That I have yet to master.
I love you more than my soccer cleats the ones that hold all reason.
I love you more than my coach, my soccer team and my season.
I love you more than winning that world cup,
That we have yet to reclaim.
I can’t believe I love you more than the beautiful game.
Gab Oso
I love you more than my old soccer cleats,
The ones I’ll never give up.
I love you more than the perfect field,
The one I use to warm up.
I love you more than my soccer ball,
The one that’s perfect for amazing passes.
I love you more than me running along those different types of grasses.
I love you more than the cheering crowds,
The stands made out of plaster.
I love you more than that perfect kick,
That I have yet to master.
I love you more than my soccer cleats the ones that hold all reason.
I love you more than my coach, my soccer team and my season.
I love you more than winning that world cup,
That we have yet to reclaim.
I can’t believe I love you more than the beautiful game.
Gab Oso
dad
drkness seeps through my veins
as i haul the dead body over the hill
he deserved every last minute of his deserved death
i hear sirens swarming
i must go but i need to finish
thats what happens to those who
kill my father
as i haul the dead body over the hill
he deserved every last minute of his deserved death
i hear sirens swarming
i must go but i need to finish
thats what happens to those who
kill my father
As He Lay Dying
the poor soul had suffered
a terrible fate
his limbs torn
with rotten flesh
clinging to his bones
behind his eyes
lay breeding maggots
and they gushed out of the holes
that resembled a nose
the feelings he had
as he lay dying
what he had done
and what he hadn't
must of been worse
than death itself
a terrible fate
his limbs torn
with rotten flesh
clinging to his bones
behind his eyes
lay breeding maggots
and they gushed out of the holes
that resembled a nose
the feelings he had
as he lay dying
what he had done
and what he hadn't
must of been worse
than death itself
The Forgotten Tower
Red is the guilt on a field of white
she approached the staircase
shrouded in shadow
without a light
Red is the guilt on a field of white
a figure slunk behind her
whose heart had hardened
and what was left was filled with jealousy and hate
Red is the guilt on a field of white
he held her fate in his hands
so her fate sealed
she plummeted to her death
Red is the guilt on a field of white
he expected to see anger in her eyes
for her to show true terror
but as she faded away he only saw disappointment
Red is the guilt on a field of white
forever he shall remember
her disturbing face
and her slight echo as she hit the stone below
Red is the guilt on a field of white
the same haunting face appears in his dreams
night after night
staring back at him
Red is the guilt on a field of white
sleep becomes limited
until it fades away completely
and holes form under his eyes
Red is the guilt on a field of white
her face appeared without sleep
and her voice echoes in his ears
until he cried out into the night
"Spirits come no further! I shall not commit denial any longer!"
"I sealed thy fate, and my soul is condemed to hell!"
and so he flung himself out of the tower into the air
anticipating his own fate and the freeing of his mind
Red is the guilt on a field of white
I have told thee nine times
and I repeat my warning
once more
Red is the guilt on a field of white
she approached the staircase
shrouded in shadow
without a light
Red is the guilt on a field of white
a figure slunk behind her
whose heart had hardened
and what was left was filled with jealousy and hate
Red is the guilt on a field of white
he held her fate in his hands
so her fate sealed
she plummeted to her death
Red is the guilt on a field of white
he expected to see anger in her eyes
for her to show true terror
but as she faded away he only saw disappointment
Red is the guilt on a field of white
forever he shall remember
her disturbing face
and her slight echo as she hit the stone below
Red is the guilt on a field of white
the same haunting face appears in his dreams
night after night
staring back at him
Red is the guilt on a field of white
sleep becomes limited
until it fades away completely
and holes form under his eyes
Red is the guilt on a field of white
her face appeared without sleep
and her voice echoes in his ears
until he cried out into the night
"Spirits come no further! I shall not commit denial any longer!"
"I sealed thy fate, and my soul is condemed to hell!"
and so he flung himself out of the tower into the air
anticipating his own fate and the freeing of his mind
Red is the guilt on a field of white
I have told thee nine times
and I repeat my warning
once more
Red is the guilt on a field of white
Depths
Down in the Depths
Death feeds on happiness
They thrive on depression
Embracing hate
Crowded feelings create
A dark rainbow cascading over hell
Some say I have a dark personality
but I only write the truth
Death feeds on happiness
They thrive on depression
Embracing hate
Crowded feelings create
A dark rainbow cascading over hell
Some say I have a dark personality
but I only write the truth
Me & You
Me and you,
I told that I would always,
Love you,
You are my soul mate,
And everything more,
I will always love you,
Till the end.
I told that I would always,
Love you,
You are my soul mate,
And everything more,
I will always love you,
Till the end.
The Raven
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore - While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. «Tis some visitor», I muttered, «tapping at my chamber door: Only this and nothing more».
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor, Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore - Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating «Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door - Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door - This it is and nothing more».
Presently my soul grew stronger: hesitating then no longer, «Sir», said I, «or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is, I was napping, and so gently you came rapping. And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you». - Here I opened wide the door - Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into the darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before; Put the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, And the only world there spoken was the whispered word, «Lenore!» This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, «Lenore!» This, and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping, somewhat louder than before. «Surely», said I, «surely that is something at my window lattice; Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore, - Let my heart be still a moment, and this mystery explore, «Tis the wind, and nothing more».
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he, not a minute stopped or stayed he, But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door - Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door - Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then, this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stem decorum of the countenance it wore, «Though the crest be shorn and shaven, thou», I said, «art sure no craven, Ghastly, grim, and ancient Raven, wandering from the nightly shore. Tell me what thy lordly name is on the night's Plutonian shore!» Quoth the Raven, «Nevermore».
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning, little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door - Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door - With such name as «Nevermore».
But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing farther then he uttered, not a feather then he fluttered; Till I scarcely more than muttered, «Other friends have flown before! On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before!» Then the bird said, «Nevermore.»
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, «Doubtless» said I, «what it utters is its only stock and store; Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster Following fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore - Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore Of «Never - nevermore !»
But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door} Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore - What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird oi yore Meant in croaking «Nevermore».
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl, whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'cr - But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. «Wretch,» I cried, «thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he hath sent thee Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, O quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!» Quoth the Raven, «Nevermore».
«Prophet!» said I, «thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! - Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted - On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore? Is there - is there balm in Gilead ? - tell me - tell me, I implore I» Qucth the Raven, «Nevermore».
«Prophet!» said I, «thing of evil - prophet still, if bird or devil! - By that heaven that bends above us, by that God we both adore, Tell this soul with sorrow laden, if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore - Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore!» Quoth the Raven, «Nevermore».
«Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!» I shrieked upstarting. «Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!» Quoth the Raven, «Nevermore».
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted - nevermore!
By: Edgar Allen Poe
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor, Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore - Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating «Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door - Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door - This it is and nothing more».
Presently my soul grew stronger: hesitating then no longer, «Sir», said I, «or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is, I was napping, and so gently you came rapping. And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you». - Here I opened wide the door - Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into the darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before; Put the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, And the only world there spoken was the whispered word, «Lenore!» This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, «Lenore!» This, and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping, somewhat louder than before. «Surely», said I, «surely that is something at my window lattice; Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore, - Let my heart be still a moment, and this mystery explore, «Tis the wind, and nothing more».
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he, not a minute stopped or stayed he, But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door - Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door - Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then, this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stem decorum of the countenance it wore, «Though the crest be shorn and shaven, thou», I said, «art sure no craven, Ghastly, grim, and ancient Raven, wandering from the nightly shore. Tell me what thy lordly name is on the night's Plutonian shore!» Quoth the Raven, «Nevermore».
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning, little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door - Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door - With such name as «Nevermore».
But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing farther then he uttered, not a feather then he fluttered; Till I scarcely more than muttered, «Other friends have flown before! On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before!» Then the bird said, «Nevermore.»
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, «Doubtless» said I, «what it utters is its only stock and store; Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster Following fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore - Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore Of «Never - nevermore !»
But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door} Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore - What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird oi yore Meant in croaking «Nevermore».
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl, whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'cr - But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. «Wretch,» I cried, «thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he hath sent thee Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, O quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!» Quoth the Raven, «Nevermore».
«Prophet!» said I, «thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! - Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted - On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore? Is there - is there balm in Gilead ? - tell me - tell me, I implore I» Qucth the Raven, «Nevermore».
«Prophet!» said I, «thing of evil - prophet still, if bird or devil! - By that heaven that bends above us, by that God we both adore, Tell this soul with sorrow laden, if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore - Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore!» Quoth the Raven, «Nevermore».
«Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!» I shrieked upstarting. «Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!» Quoth the Raven, «Nevermore».
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted - nevermore!
By: Edgar Allen Poe
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
A Cat Wearing a Lime
(I don't know this cat's name.Found him on the internet)
There once was a cat named Jime.
On his head he wore a lime.
The juice made him cry
and he thought he would die
So that wasn't the end of Jime!
There once was a cat named Jime.
On his head he wore a lime.
The juice made him cry
and he thought he would die
So that wasn't the end of Jime!
Socks
(this poem is amazing. once you read it
you will have to read it 16 times)
White, blue, black socks
cuishions for your feet.
Coulds in your shoes,
soft.
Holes, dirty, sweaty socks,
Smell like moldy feet.
Trash in your shoes,
stinky.
Wash them
or they smell.
Stink bombs,
that stick to you.
Take them off,
but feel the wrath,
of the Stinkmeister,
enemy of Mr. Clean.
you will have to read it 16 times)
White, blue, black socks
cuishions for your feet.
Coulds in your shoes,
soft.
Holes, dirty, sweaty socks,
Smell like moldy feet.
Trash in your shoes,
stinky.
Wash them
or they smell.
Stink bombs,
that stick to you.
Take them off,
but feel the wrath,
of the Stinkmeister,
enemy of Mr. Clean.
Willis
Clueless
to his surroundings.
Out of the blue,
"Whuht?"
He never knows
what we're doing.
Always asks,
then everyone
laughs at him...
Because it's funny.
to his surroundings.
Out of the blue,
"Whuht?"
He never knows
what we're doing.
Always asks,
then everyone
laughs at him...
Because it's funny.
Bleezer's Ice Cream
I am Ebenezer Bleezer,
I run BLEEZER'S ICE CREAM STORE,
there are flavors in my freezer
you have never seen before,
twenty-eight divine creations
too delicious to resist,
why not d yourself a favor,
try the flavors on my list:
COCOA MOCHA MACARONI
TAPIOCA SMOKED BALONEY
CHECKERBERRY CHEDDAR CHEW
CHICKEN CHERRY HONEYDEW
TUTTI-FRUTTI STEWED TOMATO
TUNA TACO BAKED POTATO
LOBSTER LITCHI LIMA BEAN
MOZZARELLA MANGOSTEEN
ALMOND HAM MERINGUE SALAMI
YAM ANCHOVY PRUNE PASTRAMI
SASSAFRAS SOULVAKI HASH
SUKIYAKI SUCCOTASH
BUTTER BRICKLE PEPPER PICKLE
POMEGRANATE PUMPERNICKEL
PEACH PIMENTO PIZZA PLUM
PEANUT PUMPKIN BUBBLE GUM
BROCCOLI BANANA BLUSTER
CHOCOLATE CHOP SUEY CLUSTER
AVOCADO BRUSSELS SPROUT
PERIWINKLE SAUERKRAUT
COTTON CANDY CARROT CUSTARD
CAULIFLOWER COLA MUSTARD
ONION DUMPLING DOUBLE DIP
TURNIP TRUFFLE TRIPLE FLIP
GARLIC GUMBO GRAVY GUAVA
LENTIL LEMON LIVER LAVA
ORANGE OLIVE BAGEL BEET
WATERMELON WAFFLE WHEAT
I am Ebeneezer Bleezer
I run BLEEZER'S ICE CREAM STORE,
taste a flavor from my freezer,
you will surely ask for more
--Jack Prelutsky
I run BLEEZER'S ICE CREAM STORE,
there are flavors in my freezer
you have never seen before,
twenty-eight divine creations
too delicious to resist,
why not d yourself a favor,
try the flavors on my list:
COCOA MOCHA MACARONI
TAPIOCA SMOKED BALONEY
CHECKERBERRY CHEDDAR CHEW
CHICKEN CHERRY HONEYDEW
TUTTI-FRUTTI STEWED TOMATO
TUNA TACO BAKED POTATO
LOBSTER LITCHI LIMA BEAN
MOZZARELLA MANGOSTEEN
ALMOND HAM MERINGUE SALAMI
YAM ANCHOVY PRUNE PASTRAMI
SASSAFRAS SOULVAKI HASH
SUKIYAKI SUCCOTASH
BUTTER BRICKLE PEPPER PICKLE
POMEGRANATE PUMPERNICKEL
PEACH PIMENTO PIZZA PLUM
PEANUT PUMPKIN BUBBLE GUM
BROCCOLI BANANA BLUSTER
CHOCOLATE CHOP SUEY CLUSTER
AVOCADO BRUSSELS SPROUT
PERIWINKLE SAUERKRAUT
COTTON CANDY CARROT CUSTARD
CAULIFLOWER COLA MUSTARD
ONION DUMPLING DOUBLE DIP
TURNIP TRUFFLE TRIPLE FLIP
GARLIC GUMBO GRAVY GUAVA
LENTIL LEMON LIVER LAVA
ORANGE OLIVE BAGEL BEET
WATERMELON WAFFLE WHEAT
I am Ebeneezer Bleezer
I run BLEEZER'S ICE CREAM STORE,
taste a flavor from my freezer,
you will surely ask for more
--Jack Prelutsky
Hallucinations
Man in the desert
sees a lake.
Drowning man
is dry;
he's drowning in fire.
Purple ants on the
wall of the hospital.
I'm going to be checked
in here for awhile.
Driving through traffic
on an empty road,
dodging and weaving;
drunk.
Is there any
sense to this world?
Who knows:
maybe we're all
insane
sees a lake.
Drowning man
is dry;
he's drowning in fire.
Purple ants on the
wall of the hospital.
I'm going to be checked
in here for awhile.
Driving through traffic
on an empty road,
dodging and weaving;
drunk.
Is there any
sense to this world?
Who knows:
maybe we're all
insane
new guy i like (this poem is really bad)
im not over my ex
but i am not deppressed.
i like a new guy
his name ends with a y.
he has black hair
cute like a koala bear.
he not in my classes
except for A.E.
i want to be his lady.
do you know who it is?
:)
but i am not deppressed.
i like a new guy
his name ends with a y.
he has black hair
cute like a koala bear.
he not in my classes
except for A.E.
i want to be his lady.
do you know who it is?
:)
Danny...my dog---Haiku
Danny is my dog
A cute Golden Retriever
Plays, eats, loves, and sleeps
There he is!!
Hippondamiss Hippo
Hippondamiss Hippo
He was most sinceley sicko
One day he had the flu
then he said ha-coo
Poor hippo the sicko hippo
Hippondamiss Hippo
Hippondamiss Hippo
He was most sinceley sicko
One day he had the flu
then he said ha-coo
Poor hippo the sicko hippo
Life Of An Angry European
Hitler
dec lared war on the U.S
Jews
more than 6,000,000 were killed
Colonel Graf Claus von Stauffenberg
exploded bomb at conference
failed
Hilter escaped with superficial injures
change in Hilter's character
increasingly ill and fatigued
married Eva Braun
said farewell to his followers
shot himself
Eva took posion
Defeat
dec lared war on the U.S
Jews
more than 6,000,000 were killed
Colonel Graf Claus von Stauffenberg
exploded bomb at conference
failed
Hilter escaped with superficial injures
change in Hilter's character
increasingly ill and fatigued
married Eva Braun
said farewell to his followers
shot himself
Eva took posion
Defeat
Monday, February 23, 2009
stood up
i stood there
and felt dumb because
i had been standing there for three hours
she stood me up and
i went home sad
and the next day she said
when i got to the movies you were gone
but how could that be
i was there for three hours
and she told me that me that she
called and left a message rescheduling
and i felt really bad because i had
just broke up with my girl friend
Her!! translated
when i'm around her
my stomach feels like i'm going up and down
an elevator real fast
and i start fumbling with my stuff
and stuttering or i'm speechless
and my heart starts beating faster and faster
like itz about to be in mythroat
and i like it and i think i’m in love
and….
dIs Is Ab0uT pAigE
0nQuE
my stomach feels like i'm going up and down
an elevator real fast
and i start fumbling with my stuff
and stuttering or i'm speechless
and my heart starts beating faster and faster
like itz about to be in mythroat
and i like it and i think i’m in love
and….
dIs Is Ab0uT pAigE
0nQuE
hahaha
I’ll sing you a story of a silly young king
Who played with the world at the end of a string,
But he only loved one single thing --
And that was just a peanut-butter sandwich.
His scepter and his royal gowns,
His regal throne and golden crowns
Were brown and sticky from the mounds
And drippings from each peanut-butter sandwich.
His subjects all were silly fools
For he had passed a royal rule
That all that they could learn in school
Was how to make a peanut-butter sandwich.
He would not eat his sovereign steak,
He scorned his soup and kingly cake,
And told his courtly cook to bake
An extra-sticky peanut-butter sandwich.
And then one day he took a bite
And started chewing with delight,
But found his mouth was stuck quite tight
From that last bite of peanut-butter sandwich.
His brother pulled, his sister pried,
The wizard pushed, his mother cried,
“My boy’s committed suicide
From eating his last peanut-butter sandwich!”
The dentist came, and the royal doc.
The royal plumber banged and knocked,
But still those jaws stayed tightly locked.
Oh darn that sticky peanut-butter sandwich!
The carpenter, he tried with pliers,
The telephone man tried with wires,
The firemen, they tried with fire,
But couldn’t melt that peanut-butter sandwich.
With ropes and pulleys, drills and coil,
With steam and lubricating oil --
For twenty years of tears and toil --
They fought that awful peanut-butter sandwich.
Then all his royal subjects came.
They hooked his jaws with grapplin’ chains
And pulled both ways with might and main
Against that stubborn peanut-butter sandwich.
Each man and woman, girl and boy
Put down their ploughs and pots and toys
And pulled until kerack! Oh, joy --
They broke right through that peanut-butter sandwich.
A puff of dust, a screech, a squeak --
The king’s jaw opened with a creak.
And then in voice so faint and weak --
The first words that they heard him speakWere,
“How about a peanut-butter sandwich?”
Who played with the world at the end of a string,
But he only loved one single thing --
And that was just a peanut-butter sandwich.
His scepter and his royal gowns,
His regal throne and golden crowns
Were brown and sticky from the mounds
And drippings from each peanut-butter sandwich.
His subjects all were silly fools
For he had passed a royal rule
That all that they could learn in school
Was how to make a peanut-butter sandwich.
He would not eat his sovereign steak,
He scorned his soup and kingly cake,
And told his courtly cook to bake
An extra-sticky peanut-butter sandwich.
And then one day he took a bite
And started chewing with delight,
But found his mouth was stuck quite tight
From that last bite of peanut-butter sandwich.
His brother pulled, his sister pried,
The wizard pushed, his mother cried,
“My boy’s committed suicide
From eating his last peanut-butter sandwich!”
The dentist came, and the royal doc.
The royal plumber banged and knocked,
But still those jaws stayed tightly locked.
Oh darn that sticky peanut-butter sandwich!
The carpenter, he tried with pliers,
The telephone man tried with wires,
The firemen, they tried with fire,
But couldn’t melt that peanut-butter sandwich.
With ropes and pulleys, drills and coil,
With steam and lubricating oil --
For twenty years of tears and toil --
They fought that awful peanut-butter sandwich.
Then all his royal subjects came.
They hooked his jaws with grapplin’ chains
And pulled both ways with might and main
Against that stubborn peanut-butter sandwich.
Each man and woman, girl and boy
Put down their ploughs and pots and toys
And pulled until kerack! Oh, joy --
They broke right through that peanut-butter sandwich.
A puff of dust, a screech, a squeak --
The king’s jaw opened with a creak.
And then in voice so faint and weak --
The first words that they heard him speakWere,
“How about a peanut-butter sandwich?”
stupid
im feeling peacefull,
im feeling happy,
im feeling giddy,
im feeling joyfull.
Wait-no im not why the heck did i write this?!
:)
im feeling happy,
im feeling giddy,
im feeling joyfull.
Wait-no im not why the heck did i write this?!
:)
plane tree
Green is the plane tree in the square,
The other trees are brown;
They droop and pine for country air;
The plane tree loves the town
Here from my garret, I mark
The plane tree grow and blow,
Shed her recuperative bark,
And spread her shade below.
Among her branches, in and out,
The city breezes play;
The dun fog wraps her round about;
Above, the smoke covers grey.
Others the country take for choice,
And hold the town in scorn;
But she has listened to the voice
On city breezes borne.
Thank You!!!
Words can't describe her
In everything she does
Nothing can describe
The love she gives
I don't deserve my mother
With all her wonderful traits
All her wonderful love
How?
I can't believe that I
Have such good friends
They seem to always be
By my side
And we never stop laughing
We never stop to cry
I always seem to smile
And laugh 'till it hurts
'Cause friends like them
Are the reasons why
I don't need no heaven
I don't fear hell
'Cause I'm already happy
In where I am
Heaven may be above me
But sometimes I believe
I may have been livin' in heaven
All this time
Thank you to my family
Thank you to my friends
Thank you to all my teachers
Working days on end
Thank you to the strangers
I haven't even met
Thank you to God
Thank you so much
For the life you've given
To me.
AMEN
~END~
I'm feeling thankful today!!! Thanks ya'll!
In everything she does
Nothing can describe
The love she gives
I don't deserve my mother
With all her wonderful traits
All her wonderful love
How?
I can't believe that I
Have such good friends
They seem to always be
By my side
And we never stop laughing
We never stop to cry
I always seem to smile
And laugh 'till it hurts
'Cause friends like them
Are the reasons why
I don't need no heaven
I don't fear hell
'Cause I'm already happy
In where I am
Heaven may be above me
But sometimes I believe
I may have been livin' in heaven
All this time
Thank you to my family
Thank you to my friends
Thank you to all my teachers
Working days on end
Thank you to the strangers
I haven't even met
Thank you to God
Thank you so much
For the life you've given
To me.
AMEN
~END~
I'm feeling thankful today!!! Thanks ya'll!
Me: The Theif of my Identity by Brad Combs
Me: The thief of my Identity
The thief of my Identity
To my Friends and Family
My true Identity
Is all that makes me
I stole my identity
My personality
What I live for, What I breath for
What I'd fight for, what I'd die for
If not for my soul, I would be lost once again
For my True Identity has fled me
Fled me for another
It is the dancing shadow you play with,
The beauty you can see in yourself,
And the hostility.
It wants to see you suffer, I
t is most content, when you are in despair.
When I can look into my self
and find the real Identity of my inner self,
Until then I will not blame anyone
for my misfortune
~Brad Combs
The thief of my Identity
To my Friends and Family
My true Identity
Is all that makes me
I stole my identity
My personality
What I live for, What I breath for
What I'd fight for, what I'd die for
If not for my soul, I would be lost once again
For my True Identity has fled me
Fled me for another
It is the dancing shadow you play with,
The beauty you can see in yourself,
And the hostility.
It wants to see you suffer, I
t is most content, when you are in despair.
When I can look into my self
and find the real Identity of my inner self,
Until then I will not blame anyone
for my misfortune
~Brad Combs
Rescue
You are the source of life
I can't be left behind
No one else will do
I will take hold of You
I need You Jesus, I need You Jesus
My heart is Yours for life
I need Your hand in mine
No one else will do
Lord I put my trust in You
I need You Jesus to come to my rescue
Where else can I go?
There's no other Name by which I am saved
Capture me with grace
I will follow You
My heart is Yours for life
I need Your hand in mine
No one else will do
Lord I put my trust in You
I can't be left behind
No one else will do
I will take hold of You
I need You Jesus, I need You Jesus
My heart is Yours for life
I need Your hand in mine
No one else will do
Lord I put my trust in You
I need You Jesus to come to my rescue
Where else can I go?
There's no other Name by which I am saved
Capture me with grace
I will follow You
My heart is Yours for life
I need Your hand in mine
No one else will do
Lord I put my trust in You
Enough
All of You is more than enough for
All of me for every thirst and every need
You satisfy me with Your love
And all I have in You
Is more than enough
You are my supply
My breath of life
Still more awesome than I know
You are my reward
Worth living for
Still more awesome than I know
You're my sacrifice of greatest price
Still more awesome than I know
You're my coming King You're everything
Still more awesome than I know
All of me for every thirst and every need
You satisfy me with Your love
And all I have in You
Is more than enough
You are my supply
My breath of life
Still more awesome than I know
You are my reward
Worth living for
Still more awesome than I know
You're my sacrifice of greatest price
Still more awesome than I know
You're my coming King You're everything
Still more awesome than I know
Surrender
My hands hold safly to my dreams
Clutching tightly not one has fallen
So many years I've shaped each one
Reflecting my heart showing who I am
Now you're asking me to show
What I'm holding oh so tightly
Can't open my hands can't let go
Does it matter?
Should I show you?
Can't you let me go?
Surrender, surrender you whisper gently
You say I will be free
I know but can't you see
?My dreams are me. My dreams are me
You say you have a plan for me
And that you want the best for my life
Told me the world had yet to see
What you can do with one
That's committed to Your calling
I know of course what I should do
That I can't hold these dreams forever
If I give them now to You
Will You take them away forever?
Or can I dream again?
Clutching tightly not one has fallen
So many years I've shaped each one
Reflecting my heart showing who I am
Now you're asking me to show
What I'm holding oh so tightly
Can't open my hands can't let go
Does it matter?
Should I show you?
Can't you let me go?
Surrender, surrender you whisper gently
You say I will be free
I know but can't you see
?My dreams are me. My dreams are me
You say you have a plan for me
And that you want the best for my life
Told me the world had yet to see
What you can do with one
That's committed to Your calling
I know of course what I should do
That I can't hold these dreams forever
If I give them now to You
Will You take them away forever?
Or can I dream again?
Grey
Grey's my favorite color
Black and white has never been my thing
I'll take my drink lukewarm now
Hot and cold is not the thing for me
Absolutes are hidden
I've buried my convictions
I cannot be blind no more
Numb to what I'm living for
Help me stop this compromise that justifies these lies
I need Your passion in this life
I don't want to impose
Who really needs to know what I believe
Cause no one likes rockin' boats
And who would care to see the way I see
So give me the fire,
yeah God give me Your fire
And raise this life higher
Unknown by Karla Kuskin
I had a cat,
grey
soft
fat
given to grrrring
quite softly
and prrrrring.
Slipped off one morning
near the green glen.
That was my cat
who was not seen again.
I had a dog,
noisy and yellow
very cold nose
wonderful fellow.
Trotted one evening
out after a pack
of dog-footed friends
and never came back.
I had a bird,
bright blue in a cage
sang without cease
on his miniature stage.
Sat on my shoulder
looked in my eye
sailed out the window
and into the sky.
I have a lion,
furry and kind
sits on a shelf
near the autos that wind.
Eyes wild and golden
tail like a tuft
he never will slip out and leave
me.
He's stuffed
grey
soft
fat
given to grrrring
quite softly
and prrrrring.
Slipped off one morning
near the green glen.
That was my cat
who was not seen again.
I had a dog,
noisy and yellow
very cold nose
wonderful fellow.
Trotted one evening
out after a pack
of dog-footed friends
and never came back.
I had a bird,
bright blue in a cage
sang without cease
on his miniature stage.
Sat on my shoulder
looked in my eye
sailed out the window
and into the sky.
I have a lion,
furry and kind
sits on a shelf
near the autos that wind.
Eyes wild and golden
tail like a tuft
he never will slip out and leave
me.
He's stuffed
FOOTBALL
With Apologies to Oliver Twist
Football,glorious football.
Don't care what it looks like
-.Burned! Underdone! Crude!
Don't care what those crooks like.
Just thinking of growing fat.
- Our senses go reeling.
One moment of knowing that
Full-up feeling from sitting on the couch!
Football, glorious football!
What wouldn't we give for
That extra bit more,
that's all that we should live for.
Why should we be fated
to do nothing but brood
on football,
magical football,
wonderful football,
marvelous football,
fabulous football,
beautiful football,
glorious football!
Fred Babbin
Hug O' War
I will not play at tug o' war.
I'd rather play at hug o' war,
Where everyone hugs
Instead of tugs,
Where everyone giggles
And rolls on the rug,
Where everyone kisses,
And everyone grins,
And everyone cuddles,
And everyone wins.
Rain ~Shel Silverstein
I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.
I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can't do a handstand
I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said
I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.
I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can't do a handstand
I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said
I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
The Type of Girl
I'm the type of girl
Who will laugh at anything
Who will sing every song stuck in her head at random moments
I'm the type of girl
Who believes in anything you say
Who can't trust anyone
I'm the type of girl
Who tries too hard at everything
Who thinks everything's too hard
I'm the type of girl
Who tries to stay strong
Who is fragile inside
I'm the type of girl
Who apologizes to objects when she walks into them
Who cares about everyone in the world
I'm the type of girl
Who worries too much
Who thinks too far into the future and past
I'm the type of girl
Who talks too much about her feelings
Who hides behind her computer monitor
I'm the type of girl
Who is shy and is quiet
Who hides all her courage inside
I'm the type of girl
Who says too much about her hidden past
Who scares everyone away with her honesty
I'm that type of girl
~END~
Ha, that just popped in my head as I typed. Once I started I couldn't stop typing. Then my mom yelled at me since I should be in bed by now. Ugh.
'Night!
Who will laugh at anything
Who will sing every song stuck in her head at random moments
I'm the type of girl
Who believes in anything you say
Who can't trust anyone
I'm the type of girl
Who tries too hard at everything
Who thinks everything's too hard
I'm the type of girl
Who tries to stay strong
Who is fragile inside
I'm the type of girl
Who apologizes to objects when she walks into them
Who cares about everyone in the world
I'm the type of girl
Who worries too much
Who thinks too far into the future and past
I'm the type of girl
Who talks too much about her feelings
Who hides behind her computer monitor
I'm the type of girl
Who is shy and is quiet
Who hides all her courage inside
I'm the type of girl
Who says too much about her hidden past
Who scares everyone away with her honesty
I'm that type of girl
~END~
Ha, that just popped in my head as I typed. Once I started I couldn't stop typing. Then my mom yelled at me since I should be in bed by now. Ugh.
'Night!
One Inch Tall
If you were only one inch tall, you'd ride a worm to school.
The teardrop of a crying ant would be your swimming pool.
A crumb of cake would be a feast
And last you seven days at least,
A flea would be a frightening beast
If you were one inch tall.
If you were only one inch tall, you'd walk beneath the door,
And it would take about a month to get down to the store.
A bit of fluff would be your bed,
You'd swing upon a spider's thread,
And wear a thimble on your head
If you were one inch tall.
You'd surf across the kitchen sink upon a stick of gum.
You couldn't hug your mama, you'd just have to hug her thumb.
You'd run from people's feet in fright,
To move a pen would take all night,
(This poem took fourteen years to write--
'Cause I'm just one inch tall).
~Shel Silverstein
The teardrop of a crying ant would be your swimming pool.
A crumb of cake would be a feast
And last you seven days at least,
A flea would be a frightening beast
If you were one inch tall.
If you were only one inch tall, you'd walk beneath the door,
And it would take about a month to get down to the store.
A bit of fluff would be your bed,
You'd swing upon a spider's thread,
And wear a thimble on your head
If you were one inch tall.
You'd surf across the kitchen sink upon a stick of gum.
You couldn't hug your mama, you'd just have to hug her thumb.
You'd run from people's feet in fright,
To move a pen would take all night,
(This poem took fourteen years to write--
'Cause I'm just one inch tall).
~Shel Silverstein
Her!!
when i'm around her
my stomach feels like i'm going up and down
an elevator real fast
and i start fumbling with my stuff
and stuttering or i'm speechless
and my heart starts beating faster and faster
like itz about to be in mythroat
and i like it and i think imin love
and.....
dis iz about paIgE
n0T JoNeS
0nQuE
I will wait
I wrote this off the top of my head. Cause I am good like that.
When I die,
I told you I would wait,
at heavens gate.
Even though I am here,
and you are there
I can always tell that you are near.
I will wait,
and wait,
till you come.
Then we will live
like we used to
Peacefully.
When I die,
I told you I would wait,
at heavens gate.
Even though I am here,
and you are there
I can always tell that you are near.
I will wait,
and wait,
till you come.
Then we will live
like we used to
Peacefully.
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