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When dreaming you can find yourself at your happiest. You feel like nothing in life could go wrong. You truly believe that what you are seeing is real.
Swim is ending And I am so forlorn I have made it through the criticism and scorn I will miss the smell of chlorine in the air And fluffy softness of my damp hair I will long for the coolness of...
To all the times we laugh so hard that we held out sides in pain. To all the times we cried over boys convinces our lives would never be the same.
Virtually cheap to look after, Long life cycle, if treated well, Comes with clear instructions, Fully guaranteed, with no offensive smell.
In the bitter winter snow,. Which falls around us, crisp and fine. A cosmic sugar which melts away. To nothing more than a suggestion of morning frost. And a red-blush shiny nose.
Getting up in the light. Not fumbling around in the dark. Sleeping later. Not knowing where to start. Week off college. Feels like bliss. I have waited a long time for this.
A warm evening. Close bodies in the compact stadium. Multitudes under the awe of the country singer crooning his past hits. Cold beer swirling in sponsor screened plastic cups.
Everytime I hear that song. The word 'you' appears. And I see our memories. Dancing on strands of morning sun. And morning air. The tune to follow and lyrics to know,. All played softly on my mind,.
What's happening to Halloween?!?. My favorite holiday is becoming obscene. It's so close now it's driving me nutty. And why are all the Halloween costumes nowadays so frickin slutty.
We were the night Can't be undone It was worth it We were the only ones Don't let the story Go untold Keep the embers alive Don't let the fire grow cold Remember the time we stole the whole day.
The most wonderful time of the year, Or so that's what they say. A time where all share happiness, Me, I count down the days. No longer a child, though still long for the day, When the jolly St.
This poem was written about a year ago for a friend of mine who was having some problems.
I just want to tell you. It takes everything in me not to call you. And I wish I could run to you. And I hope you know that. Everytime I don’t,. I almost do, I almost do.
Daylight robbery that's what it is A trip to the cinema with just one kid Get in before five and pay less Driving like a mad woman, what stress 50p cheaper just for me No concession for the kiddie,...
You were just a fling, I thought... But not at first you see...
We talked of Life and jobs Parasailing Rowing boats All you've done And what you Miss And how we Felt And reminisced About last winter Bonfire night And Christmas Mulled wine Doughnuts Party...
No Friday night revelries for me, Just a bottle of red, Settle in on the sofa, A movie, And a serious case of I miss you, For good measure, Just your memory For company, I imagine you're...
We went to the seaside My sister, our spouses and I, We went to see the past to remember times gone by. I had an image in my head Of just how it should be, Oh how disappointed Such a shock to me.
Those little things, Which raise a smile. A cheeky wink, Is so worthwhile. To breathe so deep, Your lungs expand. Enjoy the calm, This peaceful land. The simple things, Which life can send.
#phrase. Once in a blue moon. Everyone smiles. All roads are clear. Stretching for miles. Roses are black. And violets are green. In a secret garden. That's never seen. Toys, not electronic.
Back in the days, writing a letter would mean that you get a piece of paper, get yourself a pen and start writing. Today. Well, you log in to Facebook via your cellphone and write on somebodys wall.
We was yesterday's future kids With bright futures of a new promise We had the world cupped in our minds Holding hands but led by the blind We found new ways to get our kicks Demanding a supply...
This isn't all forever, This isn't going to last. Some day in the future, The present'll be past. There won't be smiling faces, Or a young body to run.
The doorstep is cold. And so is the tea. For it's been a while. Since you sat with me. Seems we've not spoken. For some length of time. So I thought I would add. To a certain rhyme.