Sonnet 1You can not feel emotions that I feel, nor can you hold me in a sweet embrace. But what you do is far more sweet and real than any clutch recieved in this dark place. Oh, your black eyes stare me with wonder deep and ponder why I laugh and why I cry. Your head rest on my stomach as I sleep and your soft whispers are my lullaby. You frolic like a little boy amused, and yet, you show more wisdom than Plato. Oh, how your brow descends when you're confused, you learn from your mistakes, and that way grow. Without you I am but an amputee. &nSonnet 1
Ode to my RoommateOde to My Roommate, Who Causes Me Such Joy:Ode to my Roommate
Her beauty she often likes to compare, and into the mirror she constantly stares. Her long curly hair is perfectly done, to compete in a pageant she's already won. It is a matter of life or death when the daily costume is decideth. She often practices where I seldom tread, using the wand that turns her lips red. She covers herself with colored war paint, which makes the loose harlot look like a saint. Her perfect and perky bosoms protrude, from even the most modest shirt and intrude into any situation she seems to g
Apocalypse...NOW (The stage is empty. A dim red light fills the stage. The sound of chaos is heard offstage, and progressively gets louder. The sound becomes deafening and four people run onto stage and into each other. They all collapse. There are two women, Elise and Glinda. Elise is middle aged. Glinda is in her early twenties. There are also two men. Boris is in his thirties, and the Priest is ancient.)Apocalypse...NOW
Elise: What's going on?
(The noise is so loud no one heard her question.)
Boris, Glinda, Priest: WHAT?
Elise: I SAID WHAT'S GOING ON?
(There is abrupt silence.)
SpeakEven if I had a million word vocabualry It wouldn't make a difference anyhow. Even if the words came out like poetry It couldn't help me now.Speak
Because there's nothing I can say to make this go away. I said the wrong thing and you've lost your hearing.
Why can't I speak up for mysef? Why can't I say the things I think of in my head? Why can't I be eloquent? Why can't I be poised? Why can't I say what needs to be said?
Even if I had the perfect thing to say and it actually trailed out of my lips, would you even listen to me anyway
Holy Crap!
I always want a puppy like that
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And make some new stuff to put up here you dimwit ^^ I'm bored over here XP
I want you home!!!!!
Love, Meg
I'm going to watch you now...
~Wendy
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Meg
muhahaha ode to roomate ...
I'm just dropping by and to say your a awesome person!!!
have fun! and thanks for commenting on Sailor Daff 3 ^^
*hugs*
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