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#emotion If my Grandpa's mad... He wouldn't be sad... Grandpa isn't dumpy... But he really is GRUMPY. If I accidentally smash, Grandpa's going to gash.
Sits in her chair, Sometimes just stares, All that she can talk about is flowers in the garden. Doesn't hear my words, Locked up in her own world, Shell is on, she's all gone, truly hardened.
The nurse came beside my bed. "Do you know what happened?" "yes I think I do" "well that's not all" "what's that mean, is that bad?" I said as a joke.
Dad When I was a small boy, I loved you dad As far back as the age of zero My blonde hair and blue eyes matched yours My father was my hero We went fishing and loved to hike As far back as I can...
Everything About You Chapter Seven - 'its gotta be youuu' I look down at my pocket getting my phone out sadly finishing our kiss, "hello?" I say "hello Lotty are you coming home.
#emotion I get confused these days At least that's what the wife says I put it down to getting old But it's not just that, or so I'm told Like when I caught a bus Oh my goodness, what a fuss.
Today I had a big D.M.C. with my now 12 year old sister. We sometimes forget about the things going on in other peoples lives, even those that are around you all the time.
This poem is dedicated to them The ones who I thought were just as bad As those other cousins I thought I had The others whispered to me Bad things about them they told Met them once I had Gave...
Everything about you Chapter One - 'Dear Diary… I should start writing one just to look back on what's happened and that stuff, I am 17 right now and last time I checked I was a girl...
Whenever something big is about to start for me my grandma always says the same thing: "a brand new life begins," And my response is always the same: "but I like this one." And then I remember that...
I remember sneaking into your room, Trying your high heeled shoes, Just to feel like you, I remember feeling oh-so tall, Although the chance I could fall, Didn't matter at all.
#augustwriteaday 'The Breathe Easy Club', they called it.
#augustwriteaday. After mother passed. I went to see my dad. Thought he would be lonely. Rattling around their pad. I extended him an invite. Why not come and live with me. I know it's not the same.
Funny, vivacious, both talk out our ass, She'll be there in times of distress, Always laughing with joy, stupid accents all day, indecisive, always getting redressed.
Take a read. Into my first few writes. And you'll find. A heartbroken girl inside. Take a read. Into some writes for my mom. You'll find my potty mouth. And a truth bomb. Take a read.
Today was the last day of camping. Also my birthday. I didn't want anything big to happen. I didn't really want any presents but I knew that was impossible with friends like mine.
There lies a little baby girl in innocence she softly sleeps. White walls of pure love surround her, with parents arms to safely keep. She's toddling on up now, learning new things each day.
I've come to the conclusion I'm losing my mind My family are supportive, and oh so kind I put the milk in the cupboard when I've made my tea Look in the microwave for sugar you see Open the...
So day 3 comes. I did the usual 10 grateful things in the morning and the greatest thing at night which i will be doing til i end the book... As ordered.
Puts up with me when I am sad. Puts up with me when I get mad. Puts up with me if I feel blue. Keeps me together like parental glue. Puts up with all my highs and lows.
I used to wake you up Every single night I had heard a bump That had given me a big fright I once tugged on your shoulder Pleaded for an hour To sleep in your comfy bed While you took a shower I...
I think my dad is Dracula. I know that sounds insane, but listen for a moment and allow me to explain. We don't live in a castle, and we never sleep in caves.
Title help??. Is there room for me In your big ole world. Or am I not of importance With stories yet to unfurl. Is there room for me In your quaint kingdom.
Man how I miss being a boy Nothing to do but play and destroy.