If the world were a fruit - an orange
We would be less than an orange seed
But who cares about our size or range
For we would all still be sweet indeed
A Leaf Looking at ItselfIf I were a single leaf, up high in an oak tree,
I wonder how would I perceive, the things far down below me,
From my perch up there, looking out intently far and wide,
Wondering whether I would care, for what lies at my side.
Below me I see men, briskly walking to and fro,
A continuous motion without end; a never-ending flow,
Of people always moving, zooming quickly past,
- Simply of life and living, passing by so fast.
Each one looks so insignificant, like a speck on the sand,
But am I really so ignorant, until I mistook their intent,
The rage and the push, the burning desire in their eyes
- The surge and the rush, to achieve something in their lives.
For every leaf is unique, different in its' own special way,
Yet each fitting with a click, together somewhere in this puzzling array,
Of different shapes and colors, ever-changing in the glint of light,
Like a meadow of flowers, growing up (hopefully) strong and bright.
Lingering Thoughts...A scream, a shout loud, incessant and insane,
Uncertain and in doubt, either love or pain,
Rings out and hurt, whoever happens to hear,
This cry which sought, somebody who's not here
For want to tell, alas, never to attain,
The dreams once held, shredded by unyielding rain,
Lying in the drains, no longer feeling fear,
Although it still retains, for many a year
The anguish and guilt, for what could have been done,
Could there be another quilt a perfect one?
That dwells in dreams, a tapestry perfection,
A heavenly seam, or devious deception,
'Twas in toil built, a masterpiece by one,
Unfortunately killed, never to see the sun,
And though strong it seemed, it lacked in perception,
For weak were its beams, the end in rejection
There still lies hope yet, for hope can never die,
No need to feel bad; No need to weep and cry,
Thus not a tear is shed, no drop in the sea,
For why must pain be shared, between you and me?
And what will you get, letting time just pass by,
SmileWhat can I say, on this very fine day,
About this smile on your lips; the joy showing so crisp,
Bringing love and joy, to every girl and boy,
This smile so easy to give, bringing another smile to receive.
And We will Meet AgainMoving slowly both of us came to light,
Both putting on faces, trying to hide,
Not knowing, yet seeking 'twas the both of us,
Each learning to trust someone in this forsaken universe.
Growing up slowly, learning at our own pace,
The time had come for each to go our separate ways,
But when we parted, the other felt a change,
Knowing deep inside that we would meet again.
And the sun rises again, it's another day of work,
A day to plough and plant the seeds for tomorrow,
A day to dream and to forget all one's sorrow,
Thus the wheels turn daily, not missing a beat;
Until one day we realize something's wrong, something's amiss
And somewhere out there lies the missing piece,
To finish this jigsaw, which still lies incomplete,
Until that day where once again, we will meet.
Get Well SoonPills and doctors are a pain.
But this we promise you:
After this brief stormy rain,
You will feel just Pauleen brand new!
A Poem for a CatDimly lit alleys, clouds unseen in the sky,
Nothing on the telly, so I looked out at the diamonds up high,
Glittering and sparkling, giving out light,
That moment so enchanting that very special night/
Gathering my fishing net, I went out to the sea,
On a boat alone I sat, just wanting to be free,
I fished and fishes, catching many things in my net,
Only to release them, on that night I'll never forget.
Suddenly a star fell from above, a shooting star indeed!
Brightly flying like a dove, destined that we would meet,
This start so innocent, charming and true,
Like a beautifully wrapped present, arriving before it was due.
But then who am I to say, what was or wasn't to be,
As long as I knew it was the day, when dreams become a reality,
That night I saw a star, friendship blossomed new,
And no matter how near or far, I know that shining star is you!
Loving and LosingI have felt feelings such
Feelings I've never touched before
Happiness and sadness in one grasp
Fills my heart to my very core
I have felt the inexplicableness
Of loving one whom you care so much
Unbridled joy and time-tinged sadness
Hand-in-hand with my heart
I have often stumbled lost
Grasping to find the correct way
But now I know it's not about the path
But how you journey each day
For each step you take
Brings you somewhere
You've never yet to partake
But it's always been there
And the wonder of wisdom
Loving and growing up wise
One step closer to the kingdom
Where lies eternal paradise
Loving PoetryPoetry is beautiful
For no matters its length
It is true
As it contains the strength
Of what is really you
It is all your emotions
Penned forever more
It is beloved devotion
To bring what's in store
To fluid rhapsody motion
Poetry lets me see myself
And lets you see me too
Who I am and what I am really
I share my life with you
Now do you see me inside you?
The Artist SyndromeThis work is simply brilliant!
Says the artist in me.
I'll have it framed twice!
So precious it be...
Says the artist in me,
But what if people hate it?
So precious it be!
I cannot let them take it!
And what if people hate it,
And what if they hate me?
I cannot let them take it
I'll lock it away you see!
And what if they hate me?
A simple lock will not suffice!
I'll lock it away you see.
In a land of frozen ice...
"And that, my dear Mrs. Sutherland, is why I shipped my art homework to Antarctica!"
cheese, oh cheese, I like you cheese!
I like you cheese, oh smelly cheese!
with your cheesy ways
how you can please!
I love you my yellow cheese.
I would love you in the day.
I would love you lat at night.
for you my chedder cheese
I would put up a fight!
you are my yummy cheese!
I give my pledge to the farm
so the cows receive no harm
for these creatures are the makers
of my creamy cheese
cheese, oh cheese, oh geez, i live you cheese!
Once upon a forum dreary, while I browsed weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious post of forgotten forum lore,
While I flicked through hotlinks clicked suddenly there came a barking,
As if someone were posting, gently posting on page four.
'Tis a roleplay', I muttered, 'posting there on page four-
Only that and nothing more.'
Oh how it buzzed my lone computer, connected there via the router,
It thrilled me, filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating, of my heart I stood repeating,
'Tis a roleplay taking place on this thread's page four-
Some late roleplay taking place on this thread's page four-
That it is, and nothing more.'
Presently my will grew stronger, hesitating then no longer,
'Sirs' said I, 'or by chance madam, your forgiveness I implore'
But the fact is I was browsing, and your posts they had me rousing,
Though so faintly you came playing, roleplaying on page four,
That I barely thought I saw you.' Here
40 Ways To Annoy Link
1. Run around Link like an idiot and repeat: "Hey! Hey! Watch! Look! Listen!"
2. Remind him over and over that his name isn't mentioned in the game title.
3. Wake him up in the middle of the night. Yell: "You have to SAAAAVE the world!" Then force him to walk to the ladder and push him off the edge. (Link lives in a treehouse, remember?)
4. When he's going to pick up something, say: "Dabadabadabadabadabadaba..." When he picked up the item, yell: "Da-da-da-daaaaah!"
5. Buy a Link plushie, wave it in front of him like it's doing attacks and yell: "HAAARGH! YAAA! ARRRGH!!"
6. Remind him that Tetra winked at him three times in Wind Waker.
7. Tell him that he couldn't do anything without Linebeck in Phantom Hourglass.
8. Fill one of his bottles with sour milk.
9. Ask him what kind of shampoo he uses. If he doesn't tell, pull his hair violently. If he does, buy a bunch of those shampoo bottles and throw them at him.
10. Jump on to his back, and say: "I'm Midna, and you have to do EXACTLY as
50 Ways To Annoy Sabaku No Gaara
1. Get a bucket full of water and throw the water at him. When he gets mad and asks you why you did that, just say you wanted to find out if he wore eyeliner or not.
2. Write "LeeGaa 4ever!!!" all over his gourd. With a permanent marker.
3. Take a sticky note that says "YOUTH!" and stick it on to his back (if he doesn't wear a gourd, of course. If he does, stick it on to his gourd).
4. Buy a sandcest doujinshi, and lay it on his desk. Make sure his siblings find it.
5. Take his Kazekage hat and throw it out the window (make sure it's a blowy day).
6. Fill his gourd with water.
7. Ask him if he used to hump his teddybear.
8. Grab his arm, and tell him he's the cutest uke ever.
9. Similiar to previous #8. Grab his arm, and tell him he's the sexiest seme ever.
10. Ask him why the rings around his eyes hadn't disappeared though he can sleep now.
11. Constantly remind him why he has the kanji on his forehead.
12. Ask him what he actually meant by "I only love myself." *ba-du-bum-pssh*
By Fifty,I'll publish or perish;
find someone to cherish;
move someplace phenomenal;
display an abdominal
physique to inspire,
which I shall acquire!
. . . Or perhaps, just retire.
I Want to Feel Purple
I feel so Blue
Blue as Cinderella's ball gown
Blue as the clothes I'm wearing
Blue as my desktop background
Blue as my ipod's casing
Blue as facebook's theme colour
Blue as the tiles in my bathroom
Blue as my evanescence CD cover
Blue as a smurf cartoon
Blue as the Israeli flag
Blue as the color of Squidward's blood
Blue as an avatar dressed in a rag
Blue as the town that drowned in a flood
Blue as the sleepy twitter whale
Blue as the villain in 'Big Fat Liar'
Blue as the scrubs that doctors wear
Blue as the hottest flame of fire
I feel so Blue
What should I do?
I think I'll mix a little red
So I can feel purple instead!
Ode To The TsundereHe loves me not, he says with blushing cheek.
He'd rather die a fiery death than kiss
A girl with zero sex appeal, a geek
(he says it twice for extra emphasis).
So why the constant stares? I ask. He lies.
He hates the sight of me, he quickly shouts –
Without the scorn his panicked oath implies.
The dissonance contributes to my doubts.
Alone one day, he smiles at me; I gasp.
A joke? A lapse of judgment? Or perhaps
A glimpse of truth at last within my grasp!
I kiss his cheek and watch his walls collapse.
A victory for me, like striking gold.
For him, a death by kisses hot and cold.
No-one forgets a good teacher"Listen to me or I'll break your legs"
- Steve Thompson
Dear Sir. Not sir. It's automatic.
Sorry Steve. Dear Steve. I'm fed
On seven years of autocratic
to teachers." Seven years' emphatic
Faire-sans-dire still in my head.
Dear Steve. Your style was more dramatic
you taught life and art instead:
Stoppard, condoms, mathematics,
goatee beards and Berthold Brecht
and Bigmouth Strikes Again, such is
what you gave us, plus the threat
of a half a term on crutches
for ignoring you. Dear Steve - respect.