"I think the medical term for the injury is ‘the bottom of my ass hurts.’”
"Untitled"
Drought drinks the land bone dry
Fountains spew excess on fake grass
"Leaving By Boat"
Grandpa left just yesterday
with no plan, no note for us
In a fancy wooden boat
he floated far, directionless
Mother cried as he set sail
and drifted out to sea
Daddy had one hand in hers,
the other holding me
Grandma stood in silence
sorrow mingling with the ocean
Slowly sinking in the sand
alone and looking broken
Mother dried her teary eyes
and turned away from shore
Said Grandma might soon sail too,
to find Grandpa once more
I didn’t understand her words
Just saw Grandma’s crooked frame
and knew that it was Grandpa’s boat
that caused her so much pain
Daddy said that broken hearts
bring row boats on the tide
and Grandma’s wouldn’t be far off
And mother smiled and cried.
Grandma left just yesterday
with no plan, no note for us
In a fancy wooden boat
she floated far, at peace at last.
Yeah, that's right. I've been writing some more mediocre poetry! Awesome, aren't I? >_<
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Is that a pea?
I DON'T KNOW.
Lol, a pea. You made me giggle.
WHY ARE YOU SHOUTING AT ME
QUESTION MARK
NUUUU IDEA
PERIOD
Poo face
Jew!
Your face
is a jew
Your face is a PICKLE.
Your mum's a pickle.
XD
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In other news, I am stupidly obsessed with Whose Line Is It Anyway? again. It's been a long time since I've seen it, but the other day I started watching episodes on YouTube, and now I'm hooked again. Colin Mocherie and Ryan Stiles are just too brilliant.
I feel useless and bored though. I want to write more, but I'm lacking... everything. *Sigh* Someone inspire me please? Poetically or otherwise, I just want to be able to write something that isn't like this:
A lie
is just the truth
told as fiction
Anyone?
Drought drinks the land bone dry
Fountains spew excess on fake grass
"Leaving By Boat"
Grandpa left just yesterday
with no plan, no note for us
In a fancy wooden boat
he floated far, directionless
Mother cried as he set sail
and drifted out to sea
Daddy had one hand in hers,
the other holding me
Grandma stood in silence
sorrow mingling with the ocean
Slowly sinking in the sand
alone and looking broken
Mother dried her teary eyes
and turned away from shore
Said Grandma might soon sail too,
to find Grandpa once more
I didn’t understand her words
Just saw Grandma’s crooked frame
and knew that it was Grandpa’s boat
that caused her so much pain
Daddy said that broken hearts
bring row boats on the tide
and Grandma’s wouldn’t be far off
And mother smiled and cried.
Grandma left just yesterday
with no plan, no note for us
In a fancy wooden boat
she floated far, at peace at last.
Yeah, that's right. I've been writing some more mediocre poetry! Awesome, aren't I? >_<
---
Is that a pea?
I DON'T KNOW.
Lol, a pea. You made me giggle.
WHY ARE YOU SHOUTING AT ME
QUESTION MARK
NUUUU IDEA
PERIOD
Poo face
Jew!
Your face
is a jew
Your face is a PICKLE.
Your mum's a pickle.
XD
---
In other news, I am stupidly obsessed with Whose Line Is It Anyway? again. It's been a long time since I've seen it, but the other day I started watching episodes on YouTube, and now I'm hooked again. Colin Mocherie and Ryan Stiles are just too brilliant.
I feel useless and bored though. I want to write more, but I'm lacking... everything. *Sigh* Someone inspire me please? Poetically or otherwise, I just want to be able to write something that isn't like this:
A lie
is just the truth
told as fiction
Anyone?