Hit parade:
For putting up with those posts. I’ve also added a Sidebar link on my page if you ever need to visit those again. (Only I need to visit those again.)
14th December 2009
Notes: 2
Rain
is falling
from my eyes.
They can’t be tears
I can’t cry.
Something’s happened.
Someone’s died.
Rain is falling.
I don’t know why.
Seven poems. I was very into numerology as a child in elementary school.
Kittens playing in forgotten down
at the old log cabin,
Bunnies staying close in sight
in the old woods,
Squirrels playing, care free
in the old tree,
Deer jumping two and fro
in the mild mountains
and me,
not knowing what it means.
“Two and fro” haha
The trees swaying in the soft, cool
breeze,
A waterfall gracefully cascading over
the green, lush mountain. Deer and their doe frollicking in the silky,
dew covered grass.
The water in the lake gently splashing
against the shore.
And me,
blending with nature.
I am the Shel Silverstein of watercolor markers.
Love is white like a beautiful rose.
Love dances through my mind.
Love reminds me of the time I got a baby sister.
Love makes me joyful like a song.
The dot matrix best expressed my creative vision. It’s conceptual.
Also, I may/may not still feel this way.
Christmas
Cold, Sacred
Loving, Caring, Giving,
Bright, Airy, Scary, Crisp
Rotting, Scaring, Tearing
Pagan, Putrid
Halloween
Fourth grade me had a message, and was not afraid to share it.
There is a falcon inside of me,
with wings like gold, and eyes like fire.
It screeches like thunder
It glides like the wind.
It lives in my soul, and makes me
cunning.
Inside Jeans are walking gremlins,
They make your legs walk. Inside Jeans are blue bugs,
They make blue Jeans blue.
Inside Jeans are rough and tough factories,
They make Jeans the way they feel.
By: Andrew Spena
I am not the sort of person to bemoan the way I grew up. My parents both worked in church. I didn’t play travel soccer. We were members of the Y. I ate bag cereal. We didn’t have fun-sized chip bags in our lunch; dad just bagged his own in snack saks. The one year we homeschooled,* one of the students’ daily activities was to help the teacher clip coupons and sort them based on type of food.
You know what? I’m actually glad we didn’t have a camcorder when I was growing up. I don’t have embarrassing videos of my every Christmas/birthday. So it’s a great thing that my parents saved my 4th grade poetry anthology.
This is gold.
*woof
- Camera: Photo Booth
