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Betty Sees"Hello, flower! You smell pretty today!" - said Betty as she shook two of it's leaves. - "My grandma said that you are a daffodil. And that you bloom in the Spring. Didn't you know? There are four seasons. Four seasons! And you only bloom in one of them! … oh don't cry - I didn't mean to upset you." - Betty wiped the dew out of the daffodil. - "I'll sing you a song! "More Like This
Daffodil, Daffodil don't you cry.
Let the sun your tears to dry.
The Earth takes care of big and small.
Be happy that you're standing tall.
Betty sat down in the garden with her eyes closed. She could smell the fresh grass. The earth. She could hear the birds chirpin
Shorelines, HemlinesI started off treading on braided manila hemp-More Like This
I am now down to knotted wool
The lines you keep drawing begin closing in
and you keep at it til we blur
like a trail of once carved footprints
washed out by the ever coming tide
My heart comes and goes just as so,
each thump hanging on your every word;
sandcastle emotions
Often times,
I feel my everything dangling on a string of surgical thread
which you've been holding so very loosely between
your pockmarked index and delicate thumb
Please, skip out on the cruelty and let me fall;
quickly,
cut
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Hilarious kid was hilariousSo basically here I am, taking the public transport and there's a really small kid with his mom sitting close to me. (Can't tell his age 2-3 maybe) Anyway here's how my trip went...More Like This
The kid starts singing and talking about random stuff:
kid: Cookie monster!
me: *finds it funny and smiles lightly*
2-3 minutes later
kid: KIDNEY STONES!
*me and a bunch of other people laugh a little*
It's almost time for me to go out so I try not to go out of the trolley laughing like a retard.
kid: democracyyyy yay *starts singing something about a ladybug with an umbrella*
me: bbbwwwaaaaahahahahahahaha *about 20 people probably think I'm ku-ku*
The End of Innocence The End of InnocenceMore Like This
Dreams lie shattered at our feet
Preconceived notions at best
A whimsical desire we once knew
Has died upon our lips...
Look upon these scars
That tell of harder times gone by
The naivete of our hopes
Etched upon our souls...
The pain reflected in our eyes
Is only the shadow of the hurt
Lodged deeply within our hearts
Waiting upon time to heal the wounds...
It is the end as we know it
The end of our innocence
For we will never be the same
When the morning comes....
Sta.sh
