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Tuesday, July 12, 2011

You Deserve Another Poem

Love

Love is a rainbow after the rain
Love is there for you, after the pain
Love is a sliver of light, in a dark tunnel
Love is during a long speech, when you hear a slight lull
Love is angels, and demons, too
Love is doing anything and everything, just for you
Love is broken glass
Love may never last
Love is fancy clothes, and tattered jeans
Love is chili, without any beans
Love will prevail, when all hope is lost
Love is in the air, but only if tossed
Love can’t be tamed
Love can’t be named
Love is being apart, and close
Love is before dinner, when you make a toast
Love is a haunting
Love may be daunting
Love is smooth brush strokes
Love is gentlemanly blokes
Love is hunger deprivation
Love is sun tan lotion
Love is four letters with meaning attached
Love is something that has to be catched.

I Want to Work On An Ice Cream Truck

Wouldn't that just be the greatest job ever?
You can bring joy, happiness, ice cream, and obesity to little kids!
AWSUM, AMIRIGHT?

Anyway, the ice cream truck just came around for the first time this Summer.
And it was much fun.
We all rushed around the house, gathering quarters and pennies, then rushed outside to buy our treats.
I myself chose my all time favourite, chocotaco.
Whilst my sister and brother enjoyed lemon ices.
And my mom got a strawberry shortcake popsicle.

Today has been productive so far.

Me and bro feasting on our yums.

Monday, July 11, 2011

You'll Never Guess It!

So, recently, I held a contest.
Well, not recently, it's sort of going on as I type this.

The contest is to guess my password.

I did give them a cluuue! (Clue, hint, whatevs!)

The lick of an ice cream
His most said saying
Is my password
3, 2, 1, Go, Nerd!

Now, anyone participating in said contest shall be very lucky they looked here.
INSIDER INFORMATION IS WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT.

The first line, the taste.
The fourth line, backwards.

Haha, good luck, Figgies ^-^

I Don't Really Know What to Say

I mean, my life's pretty boring so I can't tell you about that.
I have no thoughts at the moment.
So...
Here's a poem.

Oh Well

The cool touch of a Summer night
A breezy walk when the time feels right
A good book illuminated by a small light
In the dark, and then suddenly you have sight

These feelings, I fear, I have lost
Forever, and ever, they’re gone
These feelings, I fear, I have lost
Never to be seen again
My bubble has burst
Happiness, for you I thirst
But sadness overwhelms me
And it pains me to say
I have lost what it means
To be human
You must have done something
Truly horrible in essence
To make me feel this way
My soul slowly lessens

The hot touch of the fires of Hell
Crushed on a walk by a branch that fell
This book will be bad, that I can tell
In the dark, I’ll forever stay here, oh well...

Hi, There and Junk

First off, please pardon my usage of the word 'junk.'
I do use it way too often, and when I say 'junk' you can trust I'm not reffering to a man's 'junk' unless otherwise specified.
I am referring to the general 'stuff.'

So you may (or may not) be wondering what this Blog shall be about.
Truthfully, I have absolutely no idea whatsoever.
But it will involve elmo in backpack form.

Perhaps I shall take pictures with Elmo in odd places.
And also ramble.

I do enjoy rambling.

You might even have the pleasure to enjoy a poem or two.


But no matter what I use this blog for, you can be sure it's worthy of your time.
Well...Maybe not.
But read it anyway.

-Pie