Fun and lovable Gentle and kind Loving to write and rhyme This is the personality of mine.
My math teacher challenged us to memorize [3.1415926535897932384626] for a piece of pie. Now I am passing this one to you guys. Who ever posts some part of pie, tags me in it, and likes this post.
A hair cut is like your personality Cut it short Gives you a greater view on reality Or let it grow and convert Into a thick lush forest of hair Make it spiky Show the world that you are priceless...
Her heart is beaten. Ripped shred to shred. Her insides are being eaten. Slowly by society as if she is dead. Her friends left her alone. But they never knew and never will know.
At night. She is strolling through her memories. Remembering her good friends that turned into enemies. Saddened and alone. At day. She is remembering the night. Now angrier and willing to fight.
I laugh a laugh. A little laugh. One I could not sustain. The sound as soft as rain. No one would of hear it not even the greatest listener. Except my class could hear even the tiniest whisper.
Sleeping. The rose is unknown. It's body is coiled up and un shown. Awakening. Pedals stretched slowly. Enjoying the moment it is finally free. I reach for the stem.
Anna always ate apples every afternoon. Big beetles bite big bugs but the big bugs bite them back. Chucky chucked chunks of cheap cheesy cheese. Drowsy ducks drown a dozen drawings of drippy drapes.
If you are standing today. In a foggy gloomy afternoon. Rain drops melting away on your face. Let me say. This is life at its poorest. So do not go away. Instead stay.
Survival is to bear through the challenges life throws at us. To keep on living even if it may be difficult. Knowing that sometime as you walk. Through the torturous path of reality.
Although there are boundaries set between us. We are inseparable. We both know our affections toward one another. But too afraid to speak of. The memories of us will never die.
The storm is a battle field. The victor still unknown. Wind is whistling into your ear. Sounding the alarm that the battle has begun. Followed by the drums of thunder.
Creeping in the shadows Lurking in the woods Following and haunting you I run with all my might But when I turn around I see them and they see me Tears start to form in my eyes What have I done To...
A face seen so vivid to the eyes. One can not just look away. As I take my first step toward it. I then pretend to ignore it. Alas it's beauty I can not keep. If taken another step it might flee.