Monday, September 25, 2006
U make me HIGH!
Problems, stress, drama
my tipical life but when
youre here its right
just glossy blue skys
strange contact in my eyes good
friends are hard to find
its like nothings real
vivid imagination
and wierd translation
you show a blurry
escape one thats hard not to
wanna go and take
people say your bad
for me because your not what
I supposely need
but forget them
I figure I need a break
so your route Ill take
I'd never trade
the tingley feeling you
give to me for hours
your the best feeling
money can buy, so innocent,
you make me so HIGH!!
my tipical life but when
youre here its right
just glossy blue skys
strange contact in my eyes good
friends are hard to find
its like nothings real
vivid imagination
and wierd translation
you show a blurry
escape one thats hard not to
wanna go and take
people say your bad
for me because your not what
I supposely need
but forget them
I figure I need a break
so your route Ill take
I'd never trade
the tingley feeling you
give to me for hours
your the best feeling
money can buy, so innocent,
you make me so HIGH!!
Monday, September 11, 2006
Nature Poem
Yellow as Sunshine
Red as the checkerboard spaces
Green is the color of
the pokey vines. Rain
is what help them continue
to grow. The pink ones
Remind me of a
bright rosey color of lipstick
that shines and glamours
They bring such joy to
people could it be the color
it might or could be
They are beautiful
it looks so much better with
them in area
But in the winter
their not with us anymore so
unfortunately
So sadly for the
bees. Where will they rest their heads?
Flowers no longer
their bed. Flowers make
things so much prettier they
bring more happiness
Red as the checkerboard spaces
Green is the color of
the pokey vines. Rain
is what help them continue
to grow. The pink ones
Remind me of a
bright rosey color of lipstick
that shines and glamours
They bring such joy to
people could it be the color
it might or could be
They are beautiful
it looks so much better with
them in area
But in the winter
their not with us anymore so
unfortunately
So sadly for the
bees. Where will they rest their heads?
Flowers no longer
their bed. Flowers make
things so much prettier they
bring more happiness