"meene" poems
Eeenie, Meene, Minie, and Moe
all stood under the mistletoe.
Eeenie kissed Meene.
Minie kissed Moe.
Meene got mad…
She loves Moe.
Minie told Eenie,
“Meene should know,
kisses go ,with mistletoe.”
Meene was mad
at Minie and Moe,
and shot them both
by the mistletoe.
Minie survived
but you must know
this story is over…
‘cause there ain’t no Moe.
Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 9:21 AM UTC
Our worlds are totally far apart,
my life is full of destruction and
loneliness, its like a broken down
boxcar that sits in the ghetto
Our eyes met and I see you
everyday riding the trains
and walking the streets
of India, good or bad I don't
know
Our dreams may be different
I only dream of you in gold
and diamonds and a will to
always protect you
Our train ride together offers
me a chance to leave my world
behind, only to join you and
your breathe-taking smile
Our thoughts about life and
who we protect are the same,
kind hearts beat that way and
you make mine beat in a very
special way
Our journey like the train, goes
in different paths with you never
knowing that when our eyes meet
you take me wherever you go
Apr 21, 2012
Apr 21, 2012 at 7:17 AM UTC