It's so wierd.  I feel as though I'm getting ready to bust or something ( Read more... )

Well, when I had a job, and it was boring...I would write poetry. Bad poetry.

Like this:

Mist

I walk through the mist
Late one night and see
A pair of deer
Staring at me

Their ears all up
They look afraid
To see a person here
That's me, I stop, indeed

Brown eyes meet brown
Their's meet mine
I stop, don't frown
Perhaps they won't run

They walk on by
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I like this poem...so I decide to share it with you guys. ^^

Goddess, Are You Real?

The little child whispered,
"Goddess, speak to me"
And a meadowlark sang.
But the child did not hear.
So the child yelled,
"Goddess, speak to me!"
And the thunder rolled across the sky
But the child did not listen.
The child looked around and said,
"God, let me see you."
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Quiet Call

Sun goes to sleep
Showered pink, orange red
Across the clouded sky
Until darkness came, the day dead

No one even saw it, though
This brilliant display of light
All rushing to and fro
The weekend's call tonight

Darkness now, stars alight
With their distant glow
Washed out by the street lamps
So that none will ever know

The distant light of stars
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