I hear whistling from down below
Every second it get's louder
Warning me that it'll get too hot
The dial turns and the flames go out
The water falls out of the spout in a steamy line
Trickling into the desired mug
Patience is a game now
Waiting, and watching the leaves unfurl
And release the flavor so pleasant
A scent either sweet or bitter
And a color so earthly
How could anyone resist a cuppa?
Oct 2, 2013
Oct 2, 2013 at 2:02 AM UTC
I always thought I was special
At least that's what I was told
The burden of expectations brought me down
I compare myself to others
Probably too much, but I look at what they have
Scholarships for art, music, sports, science
I'm none of those
My pen and paper are tucked away
My painting wasn't a Mona Lisa smiling
Nor was it an exact replica of the London Bridge made out of toothpicks
I sat in the back trying to figure out what note came next
I asked the teacher to tune my own violin
I sat out of most games and was told constantly that I would play in the game
More of a waiting game
I would see how warm and dry I could keep a bench
What talents did I have?
Well society told me I had none
I can make people happy but also annoy them in the same process
Trying to keep up with today and tomorrow
Buying coffee so that they would see past my flaws
I'm still searching for that talent that I can be know for.
Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 12:46 AM UTC
Let your mind wonder
Society is not an issue right now
Create your own world
There is a beginning, there's always one
But there doesn't have to be an end
You're the entertainer for yourself.
Imagine, a world. No? Imagine a planet?
You can make what you want
Share it, you won't be called crazy
Aren't we all?
A walking bunch of mad men with stories
Keep them to yourself, share them.
Become inspired.
You are an inspiration.
Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 5:18 PM UTC
It's raining. The mist is hovering above tree tops.
Smells of cookies and chocolate fill the air.
Warm colors are everywhere.
Happiness is shared between people.
Though it is a lonesome day.
It's not all bad.
At least I can feel happy, and loved.
I can share it too, and make others happy.
Today is just another day.
Feb 14, 2013
Feb 14, 2013 at 12:28 PM UTC
Daisy
There was a flower named Daisy,
I think she is a little bit crazy,
Spits pollen everywhere,
Shows her underwear,
And all the time she is lazy.
Camping
Camping is on a deserted tropical island. Camping is singing on the moon.
Camping is the wildlife around me. Camping is dancing on the sun.
Camping is on top of an icy mountain. Camping is in the middle of nowhere.
Camping is flying through the jungle. Camping is getting lost in an adventure.
Camping is a tent shivering in the cold.
Cats
Cats are black and sly. They creep down the halls without a sound.
Everything it looks at is still. Their eyes glimmer in the dark.
They prance on their prey and in seconds they are gone.
They taste like a big glomp of hair with a hint of catnip.
They fell like a sharp claws climbing in your skin.
They smell like danger. When a cat feels sad it cuddles up with me.
My personal favorite..
There once was a girl who said
"These limericks are hurting my head,"
"Your teacher says you need only to write two,
Then you can go up to bed."
Dec 2, 2012
Dec 2, 2012 at 5:43 AM UTC
Sitting here on the cool bench
Looking at dark clouds pass over the sun
Seeing the dead leaves drift to the ground
Waves swell and become white.
I hear the birds calling each other
The smell of apples and spice is in the air
I fill my lungs with this special atmosphere
And I think to myself, it's not all bad.
Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 12:15 PM UTC
The girl sits their waiting
She had waited a long time for tonight
Waiting, putting all of her energy in
But she sat there with her flowers
The flowers she got because it was her last game
She wasn't good enough to play
Although she wanted to, really badly
On the brink of tears, she hears the final whistle.
Going home, this wasn't her win.
Oct 17, 2012
Oct 17, 2012 at 11:51 AM UTC
Though your head is turned
I can still see you,
Facing towards the glowing screen,
You say you don't have time,
Even a short coffee break is too much,
You're a stranger to me and I am one to you,
I see the back of your head in a room of paper,
Since when did work replace family?
I'm leaving soon and you won't notice,
I see you but you don't see me,
I don't know who I live with,
Though we are related, I can only see you.
Jun 11, 2012
Jun 11, 2012 at 6:52 PM UTC
Whispering to me,
The rocks call out my name,
As they shift their location,
With each passing tide.
The white foam outlining
The waves that seem to be
In an endless cycle.
Gravity pushes and pulls
The giant basin of water
Can we really see what's in the sea?
Or is it just a bowl of water
That we cannot drink
But supports so much life
That is vital to our ways of living.
Can we really see?
Jan 31, 2012
Jan 31, 2012 at 3:15 PM UTC
Is there such a thing?
An edge I mean.
Or does the black hole
That we have sought
Make us travel, wander
Into the dimensions.
Trying to find the one edge
To answer our questions.
Where? When? Why?
We're such curious beings.
Jan 24, 2012
Jan 24, 2012 at 3:05 PM UTC