A letter to my future selfDear me,Hello my dear I hope you’re well, but I suppose that’s for time to tell.I hope you’ve aged with a beautiful grace, with no wrinkles on your face.I hope your smiling as you read this, I hope you’ve took your time and succeeded.Are you still writing? In your therapeutic way? For I know it keeps your demons at bay.How’s your family, I hope it’s grew, changed a lot from just being you?I know you’ll be more confident than you what you where before, I hope those common things don’t seem such a chore.How’s the view from your window, I bet it’s of the sea. Or somewhere very beautiful where I know you’ll feel so free.I know things are better than they ever were before, I know you’ll be strong through all the things that make you sore.I bet you seen all the sights and more than you ever dreamed, I know things will be so beautiful than they ever seemed.I suppose you’re busy, with you’re happy lif
My dear friendMy dear friend, I know it's been so long.Please forgive me, I was wrong.But I want you back, can we start again?When we're together I forget the pain.I'll let you lead and then I'll follow,I need you back, I feel so hollow.I miss the memories we used to create,Our relationship was truly fate.I hope my dear that you feel the same,Will you be the spark to my flame?I'm sorry that I went away,I miss you more, day by day.But as I write it's clear to see,My dear friend poetry you've came back to me!
One of those nightsIt's one of those nights were my eyes won't close,were tears keep dripping down my nose.It's one of those nights were everything's wrong but I can't explain why,When the light burns out all I'm left to do is cry.It's one of those nights were I panic at the slightest sound,Were under the air I feel like I'm drowned.It's one of those nights were I can't seem to breathe,Were I choke and I heave, I just want to leave.It's one of those nights were I can't stop thinking,I'm slowly falling, I'm drowning, I'm sinking.It's one of those nights were there are no lights in the sky,Were I feel grounded when I just want to fly.It's one of those nights were everything comes back,All the dark thoughts that shroud your mind in black.It's one of those nights were I'm too scared to dream,For once it's ends, I'll wake up, and scream.
The fame gameShy and quiet, is what you are,Yet is see you dreaming to be a star.Basking under that radiant spotlight,Smiling as your lips gently dust the mic.I see you glow as your passion flares,You melt all fears, you have no cares.But tell me now as your growing strong,Never missing a note in each and every song.Was it really necessary to change your name,Will it really gain you fame?They told you that your own wasn't cool or acquitBut your stage name doesn't really seem to fit.The wig and make up are a good gimmickBut for you I don't really think your with itI'll admit I'm happy for you,But as far as personalities go I think you have two.The fame monster seems to be growing insideYou can run but you can't hide.And the fact that your acting like you're hot shitYou're getting there, but you're not quite it.Watch this space.To late I've seen enough.
Can't be savedBound by pain, torn insideWorrying feelings are coming alive.A storm is forming inside my heartI can't breathe, I'm falling apart."Come help me" I scream as I fall from the skyYou reach out to catch me, then wave goodbye.I can hear your laughter ringing in my earsI can hear the demons whispering my fears.I try to call out, in a desperate pleaBut I know you can't save me.I want to go back, to change it allIt's all to late I've started to fall.I never even said farewell,As I fall to the gates of hell.I cursed myself, for that is trueThere's so much more I wish you knew.
The song of the Magpie One for sorrow, two for joy. What once was joyful, is now just sorrow.The bitter taste of today, is stale for tomorrow.A heavy drowse of a now distant past,Faded memories, of passings so fast. Three for a girl, four for a boy. There once was a girl who fell in love,Who had a heart as pure as a soaring dove.She met a boy with a heart of gold,Hard, metallic and awfully cold. Five for silver, six for gold. She was promised silver, diamonds and stones,Yet all she received was brass, ash and bones.She found the gold, in the best of others.Giving love and strength to her sisters and brothers. Seven for a secret never to be told.Lies were formed and secrets keptSerpents whispered while she slept.She let nothing bother her, had struggles a few.Though legend says for joy, you must see two.
I began to writeI began to write a verse filled with spite, filled with anger and utter betrayal.I began to write how I was truly hurt and all the wrongs that had been done to me.I began to write to protest on everything you had done, to shame you, to blame you.But as I began to write I seen that nothing worked, that I had filled the page with a vile and hateful verse.I had seen that what I had began to write was the beginning of a fight, a beginning of a war that would only hurt both sides.So instead if fighting fire with fire, I extinguished the flame, and made a white flag for my soul.I took a step back from my fiery attack.And I began to write this.
Take a walk with me.To the end we shall go, were ever it may be,Take me down the path less travelled, walk me through the sea.The broken glass of crackled hearts, were bare feet may tread,Along side the river of the dammed, the water coloured red.Hollow bones and bullet holes litter the sandy plain,Dried blood is the mark that only death may reign.Yet here we stand in fire and smoke,Drowning in it's gentle choke.One inhale,and off I'll sail.To a valley of eternal bliss.
My WingsMoving on to better things, I'm so happy I found my wingsNo need for tears, no sinking fears.A burning passion comes in roaring fashion.A smile I bear, free without a care.No broken hearts, or scaring marks.I'm moving on to better things, no more rocks upon my wings.
The Cat and The GoldfishIf I were a goldfish,I might just assumeThat a very bright boyMight live on the moon.But if, indeed, I wereAs silly as that,I would take the timeTo make a friend of a cat.And think the teeth in his jawsAnd the greedy eyes in his faceWere used, instead of his paws,For a friendly embrace.I would think him as friend,And not of a foe,And perhaps he’d gobble me upIn a single swift go.But -oh!- just imagine,As if it were factThat I could meet a felineAnd remain completely intact.Imagine, for a second,As if it were true,That a cat and I could be friendsAnd do what friends do.I would travel in a bubble,And he would take me for ridesAnd we would visit old carnivalsAnd play at sea-sides.We would explore the country,And sleep on a farmAnd everywhere we goWe will raise the alarm;I am a goldfishAnd this cat is my friend,We care not for traditions;Instead, we are starting a trend.So hold the hand of your enemy-every hoof, flipper and wing;Forget eve
Rhymes and numbers: I hope on the ropeRhymes and Numbers: I hope on the ropeWith one you get a home run,have a ton of fun...With two you overdo,have a rest with kitten's mews...With three you can feel free,and scream a whoopee...With four you found what are you looking for,but you need to go at the grocery store...With five you must shriveif you want to thrive...With six every problem is fixeddon't forget the solar eclipse...With seven you saw a ravenon a tree of heaven...With eight you control your hateand you can love and tolerate...with nine it's your time to shineget ready to the starting line...with ten you get zenthanks a wise man.
Toddler joshHello my name is josh and I or was 25 years old but now I am just a toddler it all started when I whent to a bar called the clam I that's wear I saw this butifull women with blonde hair and a butifull face and body so I asked her out and she said yes I though that was the happiest day of my life she told me to meet her at a fancy resterant she ordered the crab while I ordered the lobster it was all going so good until she invited me to her place her house had the smell of baby powder but josh didn't care she told him to pull off his pants and get in bed when he saw her butifull naked body his penes began to grow very hard she then grabbed on to his penes and began to pull it back and forth saying these weird words that he could not under stained and then he explouded with pleaser it was the biggest he ever had then he fell asleep when he awoke he felt different he looked around and the girl was know wear to be seen he saw that everything was a lot bigger than it should be he walked int
A fly on the wallA fly on the wall,Is not very tall,He sure is a pest,He never rests.Not even a little,Not even at all,That’s the story,Of a fly on the wall,
voice meme thing??meme: http://youtu.be/sYhDL1NuRN8I sound like a kid hhhh??
MH River Sticks#monsterhigh#riversticks#Haunted
Rabbits Snow DayRabbits Snow DayHushed flakes gather and quilt aboveFox nose searches with pokes and shovesbut dirt insulates from cold and harmand off he goes with no alarmMan goes by with his roar, roar thingbut passess by and leaves us be.He has places to go and roads to roamwe have naught but our cozy hole homePapa gives a half hearted thumpbut never moves from his sleepy slumpMama's soft fur gives rise and fallHer beating heart mutes winter’s call.Wind will paint and snow reshapeand take away our hidden gate.Burrow bound in white reliefis perfect for a bunnies sleep
Older Brother of MineMy family is very small,I have a brother - one for all,He has my mother’s tender heart,And like my dad - he’s very smart.He gets up early, makes me dinner,In every game he makes me winner,He is aware of many things,I love to play with toys he brings!We both construct amazing robots,And both relish delicious donuts,We try inventing, skating, biking,And practise karate for fighting!There is a special club we’re running,And what we build is always stunning!I know someday it’ll bring us fame,Tadashi - is my brother’s name!When sunshine glows - we go outside,To have another funny ride,But when it rains - we’re not upset,We still can watch the TV-set!Tadashi cures my hurting woes,And how to cook Tadashi knows,He even can repair my clothes,So I could play again in those!And when it’s dark and late at night,I’m always by my brother’s side,When he’s around I’m not afraid,All evil monsters hide away!Tad
Story time with Irish Paw PrintOnce a upon a time, fin.