some poetry about dreams and stuff |
Dreams
Dreams are made of sunshine,
Stories that are untold.
Climbing up the rainbow,
To find a pot of gold.
Screaming out with happiness,
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Posted by on Sun, 27 Apr 2008 00:47:00 GMT |
The Darkness Behind |
Standing in a rainstorm
darkness falls behind
While a sweet melody
races through my mind
All my thoughts linger
in the air
Like an oncoming stranger
passing fare
For in the...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Apr 2008 14:16:00 GMT |
Me, The Dandelion |
Yesterday I was a dandelion, swaying in the wind
Until you came and picked me for her
She made a wish-and blew me to pieces
&nbs...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Apr 2008 14:05:00 GMT |
A good pun is it's own reword |
I've collected the following puns over this last weekend in my inbox. Just thought I'd share them with you all.
- A man's home is his castle, in a manor of speaking. - Dijon vu - the same...
Posted by on Tue, 20 Mar 2007 12:00:00 GMT |
remembering times past |
I just remembered back to Middle School last night. I had to write a haiku for a project for English, I'm guessing. Well, that haiku got me mentioned at 8th grade graduation. The pri...
Posted by on Sat, 24 Feb 2007 15:27:00 GMT |
