(note, this poem is super cheesey, but that's just the way I am. And it involves a snuggie, I had to write it. Because let's face it, who doesn't want a snuggie?)
Well you and me,
could cuddle inside my fleece snuggie
watching over the city lights,
On those beautiful moon-lit nights,
It'd be just you and me,
and my fleece snuggie.
One sleeve is for you,
the other for me,
And our hands would
fit eachother's perfectly
it'd be just you and me,
together in my fleece snuggie.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Midnight Sky
You and I,
The midnight sky,
Our past day dreams go drifting by,
Stars so bright-
A spectacular sight-
Illuminate their brilliant light,
Night now gone,
At the break of Dawn,
Shows the Cosmos' light withdrawn,
The Day goes by,
We watch the sky-
Silently- Just you and I
The midnight sky,
Our past day dreams go drifting by,
Stars so bright-
A spectacular sight-
Illuminate their brilliant light,
Night now gone,
At the break of Dawn,
Shows the Cosmos' light withdrawn,
The Day goes by,
We watch the sky-
Silently- Just you and I
Daylight Savings....
Okay so I was thinking that daylight savings is kind of like that annoying kid you wish would just go away, but he always comes back, he always tries to talk to you in the halls when they have nothing to say and end up making you late for class. And sleep, sleep is like that really cute guy you just can't get enough of. Sure, you talk with him, think about him, and want to be with him, but it's still just not enough. So finally, when you get a chance to be with that cute guy for a nice amount of time, the annoying one comes and scares him off.
So what I am trying to say here is... Daylight saving sucks! I was finally starting to get a decent amount of sleep each night, and now I am going to be late for school. I am positive. Getting up at 5 am now? That would be like getting up at 4 before daylight savings, not to mention getting to bed an "hour" later. What seems like 11 is actually midnight. Wonderful. Screw you daylight savings!
So what I am trying to say here is... Daylight saving sucks! I was finally starting to get a decent amount of sleep each night, and now I am going to be late for school. I am positive. Getting up at 5 am now? That would be like getting up at 4 before daylight savings, not to mention getting to bed an "hour" later. What seems like 11 is actually midnight. Wonderful. Screw you daylight savings!
Saturday, March 13, 2010
What if?
What if,
Just in the time I have known you,
I fell for you?
What would you do?
If I fell,
Would you fall too?
What if,
when my heart is beating,
I can't stop thinking,
If only you knew,
I only wish I had someone like you.
That's only if I fell for you.
What would you do?
And if this poem,
was a hint or a clue,
It would have to be the most honest and true,
Because in all honesty,
I really can't help but fall for you.
Just in the time I have known you,
I fell for you?
What would you do?
If I fell,
Would you fall too?
What if,
when my heart is beating,
I can't stop thinking,
If only you knew,
I only wish I had someone like you.
That's only if I fell for you.
What would you do?
And if this poem,
was a hint or a clue,
It would have to be the most honest and true,
Because in all honesty,
I really can't help but fall for you.
A smile upon his face
He lies oh so calmly,
in a catatonic state,
Lying, simply lying, With a smile upon his face.
Broken, bloodied and beaten,
Within an angel's embrace-
still lying there, with that smile upon his face
No ones arms to be held in,
No gentle soul to close his eyes,
But yet He still smiles, as his body simply lies.
The hours pass, his strength is long since lost...
The value of our freedom
Is as heavy as it's cost.
With pride in his heart and loved ones on his mind,
His soul soon passes over,
But his smile is locked in time
Our country's valued soldier -honorable and brave-
Smiles in his resting place,
A shallow, unmarked grave.
in a catatonic state,
Lying, simply lying, With a smile upon his face.
Broken, bloodied and beaten,
Within an angel's embrace-
still lying there, with that smile upon his face
No ones arms to be held in,
No gentle soul to close his eyes,
But yet He still smiles, as his body simply lies.
The hours pass, his strength is long since lost...
The value of our freedom
Is as heavy as it's cost.
With pride in his heart and loved ones on his mind,
His soul soon passes over,
But his smile is locked in time
Our country's valued soldier -honorable and brave-
Smiles in his resting place,
A shallow, unmarked grave.
A mental debate while ill...
Emotions: What? We're sick? Do you know what this means Logic?!
Logic: That the immune system hates us?
Emotions: No, no dear friend! It means Pokemon 2000 and Orange Juice from a sippy straw! How euphoric!
Logic: I see no logical reasoning in this. The physical body is being treated as though it is a biological wasteland, and you find... joy?
Emotions: Oh come now! You must remember, Childhood Memories? He's in the cubical just to your left, the one you usually ignore. Such a pity it is, you two really should try to get along... It makes me ever so sad to see you two so distant....
Logic: Oh yes... the fool who seemed to never listen to me. What does HE have to do with this?
Emotions: Please, you were hardly developed at the time. I still don't think you have settled yourself in yet. Anyway, You know as well as I that the immune system and us here in the mind have never gotten along to well, since our unit was a toddler... We often spent time in a state of diseased discomfort. Childhood memories took up the opportunity and made a deal with Traditions that we must always rely on two things in times of such ailment. 1. Pokemon 2000, the movie of childhood delight, and 2. Orange Juice through a sippy straw for the vitamins needed to recover. Of course, the sippy straw was made a requirement because of age, now made as another task for Traditions to remember.
Logic: Hey, it's not my fault that our unit refuses to listen to me. She wouldn't have been ill so often if she didn't chew on everything she could get her hands on. Even if I wasn't developed, that was in Common Sense's department. I still cannot see how you are so elated about this, it does not compute.
Emotions: Of course not! That isn't your department anyway, you arrogant fool.
Logic: That the immune system hates us?
Emotions: No, no dear friend! It means Pokemon 2000 and Orange Juice from a sippy straw! How euphoric!
Logic: I see no logical reasoning in this. The physical body is being treated as though it is a biological wasteland, and you find... joy?
Emotions: Oh come now! You must remember, Childhood Memories? He's in the cubical just to your left, the one you usually ignore. Such a pity it is, you two really should try to get along... It makes me ever so sad to see you two so distant....
Logic: Oh yes... the fool who seemed to never listen to me. What does HE have to do with this?
Emotions: Please, you were hardly developed at the time. I still don't think you have settled yourself in yet. Anyway, You know as well as I that the immune system and us here in the mind have never gotten along to well, since our unit was a toddler... We often spent time in a state of diseased discomfort. Childhood memories took up the opportunity and made a deal with Traditions that we must always rely on two things in times of such ailment. 1. Pokemon 2000, the movie of childhood delight, and 2. Orange Juice through a sippy straw for the vitamins needed to recover. Of course, the sippy straw was made a requirement because of age, now made as another task for Traditions to remember.
Logic: Hey, it's not my fault that our unit refuses to listen to me. She wouldn't have been ill so often if she didn't chew on everything she could get her hands on. Even if I wasn't developed, that was in Common Sense's department. I still cannot see how you are so elated about this, it does not compute.
Emotions: Of course not! That isn't your department anyway, you arrogant fool.
The repetitive game
A trap-
You slip,
it grips-
you fall.
Your heart-
it trips,
it rips-
you crawl.
Your knees-
they ache
they quake-
you stop.
Your mind-
unkind-
rewinds
and replays it all.
You slip,
it grips-
you fall.
Your heart-
it trips,
it rips-
you crawl.
Your knees-
they ache
they quake-
you stop.
Your mind-
unkind-
rewinds
and replays it all.
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