( Cut because I'm being offensive today. :| )

iPods playing tunes I've heard maybe once before ( Read more... )

Washing your hands ( Read more... )

Icy winter day
Snow turns to slush in the sun
Drip, drip, I can hear the icicles melting
But still, a chilly wind
Sigh, my breath comes out as fog
Puffing like a smokestack before dissolving into air
I purse my lips and blow, trying to make smoke rings
But all I get are little white clouds that the wind carries away
And then they're gone
Life is a ( Read more... )

I've been asked for the tune to this once or twice, and I finally recorded it. I apologize for my singing. xP

From an old Dr. Horrible ficlet. Lyrics and tune are both owned by me, Donteatacowman. Please do not use either without permission.

We've both been through this before ( Read more... )

Random and weird, but then again, most poems involving monkeys usually are. Limericks. Written during vacation.

I couldn't finish the last line. ^^;

"Your monkey," exclaimed the bookstore-man
"Has proven to be quite a squatter.
Why, as I closed up shop lat night, I had to stop
To gape as he read Harry Potter"But surely," I protested to the ( Read more... )

Written back in mid-November, forgotten about 'til now. Imaginative title, huh?

Claimer: (C) me; please do not use without permission.

"Dreams ( Read more... )

The road is blue; the yellow grass
Stands witness as the cars each pass

Horses graze across the way
This overcast November day

The flag tugs gently at its pole
The errant breeze has no control

A cloud blows past and out the sun
Comes peeking, ‘til the day is done.

A/N: Written today for school, and is thus unedited. I may still tweak a few things, like the "placeholder" words ("just," "all," etc.). xP

Directions/Prompt: Write a love poem about somebody in your life. It doesn't have to be about a romantic relationship. It must be a Shakespearean sonnet (iambic pentameter, 3 quatrains and a couplet), and it ( Read more... )

A/N: I’ve been reading a lot of ghost stories that follow a pattern-a child/teen protagonist (separated from one/both of their parents somehow) go to a new house, and meet a ghost who needs their help. This is kind of based off of that scenario.

Claimer: Yes, I own this! Using it without my permission is considered plagiarism.

How long he’d walked ( Read more... )