Official Post #27--"Tilde~!"
Today I felt like orange squares and summertime and other things, so I wrote about it. 8D Which doesn't sound like something I would do~! I know I NEVER write poetry or anything like that, but I thought I'd give it a TRY. ;D
AND YES, I'M CALLING IT "TILDE."
...because why wouldn't I~?
ENJOY, MY FINE READERS~!!
The things I feel like are primarily shapes!
Red rectangle houses, yellow triangle roofs,
blue scribbles divided by an otherwise white sky...
There's a pie crust in every good lie...
...and I'm a sunshine out of line, out of step,
out of season--do I really need a reason?
It's not summer, but HOT DAMN, anyway.
I'm feeling like a goddamn whirlybird.
Writhing in the whimsy of my very own word!
The things I feel like are mighty super capes!
Coming in for a landing on blockish Lego roofs--
--is this the inspiration we cease to fabricate?
There's a scissor to every dotted line...
...and I'm a sunshine out of state, out of step,
out of fashion--play with words and passion.
It's not summer, but HOT DAMN, anyway.
I'm feeling like a goddamn hopsicle.
Recalling and reeling in every red popsicle!
The things I feel like are glow-in-the-dark stars!
Eating pizza at the planetarium, venting with Venus--
--but as we play telescope, I march merrily with Mars.
Lullabies divided by an otherwise candy-coated sky...
There's a happenstance to every good high...
...and I'm a sunbeam out of date, out of step,
out of the loop--never could master the hula hoop.
It's not summer, but HOT DAMN, anyway.
I'm feeling like I've made the goddamn grade.
Selling rinds and rhymes with a side of lemonade!
Everyone should be able to ride a dandelion.
Keep that in mind, okay?
You'll be this many tomorrow,
and you're this many today.
ONE DAY I'LL WRITE A FINE SHORT STORY OR FIFTY.
JUST YOU WAIT AND SEE!!!
...or not. LMFAO.
*EDGES AWAY*
AND YES, I'M CALLING IT "TILDE."
...because why wouldn't I~?
ENJOY, MY FINE READERS~!!
The things I feel like are primarily shapes!
Red rectangle houses, yellow triangle roofs,
blue scribbles divided by an otherwise white sky...
There's a pie crust in every good lie...
...and I'm a sunshine out of line, out of step,
out of season--do I really need a reason?
It's not summer, but HOT DAMN, anyway.
I'm feeling like a goddamn whirlybird.
Writhing in the whimsy of my very own word!
The things I feel like are mighty super capes!
Coming in for a landing on blockish Lego roofs--
--is this the inspiration we cease to fabricate?
There's a scissor to every dotted line...
...and I'm a sunshine out of state, out of step,
out of fashion--play with words and passion.
It's not summer, but HOT DAMN, anyway.
I'm feeling like a goddamn hopsicle.
Recalling and reeling in every red popsicle!
The things I feel like are glow-in-the-dark stars!
Eating pizza at the planetarium, venting with Venus--
--but as we play telescope, I march merrily with Mars.
Lullabies divided by an otherwise candy-coated sky...
There's a happenstance to every good high...
...and I'm a sunbeam out of date, out of step,
out of the loop--never could master the hula hoop.
It's not summer, but HOT DAMN, anyway.
I'm feeling like I've made the goddamn grade.
Selling rinds and rhymes with a side of lemonade!
Everyone should be able to ride a dandelion.
Keep that in mind, okay?
You'll be this many tomorrow,
and you're this many today.
ONE DAY I'LL WRITE A FINE SHORT STORY OR FIFTY.
JUST YOU WAIT AND SEE!!!
...or not. LMFAO.
*EDGES AWAY*