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Little tadpole you've grown so fast. A whirlwind of a past. It seems like yesterday you were frog spawn, And now a frog you're almost grown. You started off tiny, Vulnerable but free.
My Dearest Kate, we have been together only a short time, but I felt that it had been too long for you.
Large oak trees, from little acorns grow, A metaphor for life I know. Weak roots, thin buds, a mission to lengthen, Cautiously creeping, trying to strengthen.
Sticky-tape mends many things; The broken spine of a favourite book, The arm of sat-on spectacles, Snagged lungs of slow-collapsing balloons, The sticky-backed waxing of a furred jacket, Or the...
My thoughts are green, like newly unfurled leaves, gazing for the first time upon the wonders of early spring.
I don't know. How long is a piece of string. Is it short or is it long. Is it infinity and beyond.
Please guess the answer to this riddle: Look in the cupboard, In there you will find, Forgiveness and care, Even though it's not really there...
I once heard of an object, Oh so peculiar, That did not decide to be round. Now, being a ball, This was quite strange and all, And my questions began to mound.
I watched the violent fire caress the tree, Licking its sides, tempting it to be free. The tree, it cracked, and the fire took hold... The bark it peeled, as the tree it did fold.
They were made of pixels, emoticons to you. One was bright and yellow and the other deepest blue. Their names were Sad and Happy, attached to comments sent.
Weather isn't merely an annoyance, it is a mood swing. The sun can beam down in all it's glory and light up your life with the warmth of its rays.
The surface is still, quiet, silent. The reflections are sharp and crisp. There is calm. The world is settled. IMPACT. The epicentre sends energy away from it.
I stare out of my living room window, I sit there pondering the difficulties of life, the rain begins to dance down the glittering glass.
Two ants crawl through the antfarm, engrossed in conversation.
When I'm day dreaming, I imagine my body is sort of a country, and all the body parts are like this: Brain: Capital city.
Marriage is a lot like a mobile phone contract. At first it's love at first sight, you love you're new shiny mobile and want to show it off to everyone.
A pearl is formed when a piece of grit from the seabed gets into the oyster through a small gap in its outer shell.
I love an empty book, The blank pages aren't really empty at all. They are full of promise. Each page a mystery, Dreams lay hidden behind the matt, white paper. Perfect and mine.
Poetry is like a musical; Words upon a page, that Maybe an Actor would see, and reenact upon a stage.
A friend is like a flower -- a rose to be exact, Or maybe like a brand new gate --that never comes unlatched A friend is like an owl, both beautiful and wise Or perhaps a friend is like a ghost,...
Many people drop phones and iPods and end up with cracks in the screen. Often they still work but obviously the screen looks funny due to cracks.
I wish the world worked like a radio. Cos when there were wars you could press stop so all wars could end. If you regret something from the past you could click rewind and say what you really meant.
Friends are like boobs. Some are big, some are small. Some are real and some are fake.