My days.. and nihtly talks with my fave people
There are days when I really miss being with a person from camp, but then again I love nightly talks....
is the holiday HERE yet!!!!!!!!
because then I can go party with my Tali!!!! <3 and talk about Sharpies with Barbie dolls! oh yeah you only wish you can be as cool as that. I love that kid with all my heart!!! We talk every night, its definitly part of the day.... I miss her like crazy, 3 months till I see her... why oh why did I have to wait so long! I love hearing her sing, and I love hearing her play piano, I love it all!! WOO HOOOOOO!!! Now she has her own section like she so rightly deserves!!! Here's some of her works of poetry!!! and then one with us together... being apart of her homework makes me feel so loved!!
Sharpies
My fave colorful felt tip pen,
They don’t leave any goo,
Sharpies are happenin’.
I keep them in my den,
I like the one that’s blue,
My fave colorful felt tip pen.
I love Barbie and Ken,
I keep them in my shoe,
Sharpies are happenin’.
You can have at least ten,
Giant timber bamboo,
My fave colorful felt tip pen,
Every now and then,
n92762,
Sharpies are happenin’.
I really love my hen,
It’s six syllables too,
My fave colorful felt tip pen,
Sharpies are happenin’.
T
"Storm"
Sun beaming
"Overcast" does not exist
Sunglasses atop my head, I jog over to a group of mostly smiles, but
I see one overturned
An unhopeful cloud appears overhead as rain begins to drizzle over the landscape
All I can feel is blistering crispness running a race throughout my body
I lower myself to an inky blue cushion
The frown lowered into my awaiting lap
Then the rain comes down like an audience giving an encore
It is soon just the frown and I as she becomes still,
Enjoying the little ray of sunlight peeking through the storming clouds
I ponder the fact that the Frown and I are really similar
Both prisoners
Stuck
In bodies that are controlled by a monster
The Frown and I didn’t choose
Nor wish to be controlled by this horrible monster
Though it teaches us much about the world in a very unique way
One monster’s work more visibly distinctive
The reversed frown looks up at me as she awakens
I see her being lifted back into the world,
Put into place, and strapped in every imaginable way possible
Keeping her only an object away from the term "normal"
The smile turns to me wanting to say thank you, but instead
She thinks it
I think back to her and say
No. Thank you.
She lets out a little yelp of happiness
Rays of sun peek through the windows of the clouds
Not a cloud dares to disrupt the uplifting painting that the sun has created
The only thing left damp is the grass upon which the smile and I are planted
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is the holiday HERE yet!!!!!!!!
because then I can go party with my Tali!!!! <3 and talk about Sharpies with Barbie dolls! oh yeah you only wish you can be as cool as that. I love that kid with all my heart!!! We talk every night, its definitly part of the day.... I miss her like crazy, 3 months till I see her... why oh why did I have to wait so long! I love hearing her sing, and I love hearing her play piano, I love it all!! WOO HOOOOOO!!! Now she has her own section like she so rightly deserves!!! Here's some of her works of poetry!!! and then one with us together... being apart of her homework makes me feel so loved!!
Sharpies
My fave colorful felt tip pen,
They don’t leave any goo,
Sharpies are happenin’.
I keep them in my den,
I like the one that’s blue,
My fave colorful felt tip pen.
I love Barbie and Ken,
I keep them in my shoe,
Sharpies are happenin’.
You can have at least ten,
Giant timber bamboo,
My fave colorful felt tip pen,
Every now and then,
n92762,
Sharpies are happenin’.
I really love my hen,
It’s six syllables too,
My fave colorful felt tip pen,
Sharpies are happenin’.
T
"Storm"
Sun beaming
"Overcast" does not exist
Sunglasses atop my head, I jog over to a group of mostly smiles, but
I see one overturned
An unhopeful cloud appears overhead as rain begins to drizzle over the landscape
All I can feel is blistering crispness running a race throughout my body
I lower myself to an inky blue cushion
The frown lowered into my awaiting lap
Then the rain comes down like an audience giving an encore
It is soon just the frown and I as she becomes still,
Enjoying the little ray of sunlight peeking through the storming clouds
I ponder the fact that the Frown and I are really similar
Both prisoners
Stuck
In bodies that are controlled by a monster
The Frown and I didn’t choose
Nor wish to be controlled by this horrible monster
Though it teaches us much about the world in a very unique way
One monster’s work more visibly distinctive
The reversed frown looks up at me as she awakens
I see her being lifted back into the world,
Put into place, and strapped in every imaginable way possible
Keeping her only an object away from the term "normal"
The smile turns to me wanting to say thank you, but instead
She thinks it
I think back to her and say
No. Thank you.
She lets out a little yelp of happiness
Rays of sun peek through the windows of the clouds
Not a cloud dares to disrupt the uplifting painting that the sun has created
The only thing left damp is the grass upon which the smile and I are planted
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