HimHis voice makes me tingle, His smell makes me dizzy, His gaze makes me smile, Inside I'm all fizzy.Him
It's those things about him, Those things I love, We are one together, A hand in a glove.
DOTSi like dots. i dont think they like me. dont get me wrong, i dont think they hate me...i just think...theyre dots...and i needed something for this poem. big dots, little dots, polka dots, all dots. i dont discriminate against dots. i wonder if dots are discriminatory? i wonder...i wonder if this poem even makes sense or whether its a load of garbage...i think its the latter. ....Dots???...what was i thinking?! i guess i figure if i say dots enough, it will lose all its meaning to you... it worked till then...didn't it?! ...dot dot dot...DOTS
Rambleri ramble...a lot. everyone says so. but i figure if i ramble enough. one day ill say something amazing...spectacular...inspiring... but until then, im just a rambler a rambler who rambles about rambling ramblers... ...like me...Rambler
ThunderstormThe fluffy white marshmallows turn a distinct shade of gloomy, depressing grey. Trickles of refreshing Adam’s ale begin to plummet from the sky. A roar of thunder, like a great applause rips through the air. A brief flash of luminous electric darts fill the pitch black sky. The trickling droplets turn to petrifying fragments of broken glass. The wing gushes through the leafless trees as a waterfall floods over boulders. Just as quickly as it began, the heavy rain ceased, the clouds parted, the sun shone and Mother Nature had left an extravagant rainbow, the only memory of the stormThunderstorm
Hiya
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-Expect the unexpected...
Scarlett
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sometimes I think, sometimes I don't
thanks so much for the watch,
it means alot to me..
youre darcys friend right??
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-Expect the unexpected...
Scarlett
btw, your writings are geat.
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-Expect the unexpected...
Scarlett
that makes me feel all warm and fuzzy in inside.
thank you.
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-Expect the unexpected...
Scarlett
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