Strange Behavior

Today is Today,
just ask anyone.
Tomorrow will be Tomorrow,
just ask anyone.
But Yesterday may not have been Yesterday;
for He was acting rather strange.

A Feeble Minded Companion

Me and Gloria were doing school one day, and I randomly wrote down some lines, and then she wrote some too, and eventually it formed into this, a masterpiece. We just wrote it for the heck of it, so enjoy!


Companionship


The sun comes up.
"Quackadoodledoo!!"
Shouted the duck to his feeble minded companion,
Scum, the scumbag.
"I say!" retorted Scum, "Quite rude, quite rude! Have you no manners?"
With that he strutted off, perfectly happy to be feeble minded.
But it wasn't long before he came across a wounded,- and badly bleeding-,
duck that he recognized as none other then his quite rude companion.
"What have you gotten yourself into now Crackhead?"
Although Scum tried to sound uncaring he couldn't quite keep his concern from showing.
"I-I only tried to make those jerks stop saying rude things about you"
And with that Scum burst out crying, as he mourned the death of his quite rude but beloved companion.

The moral of this story is: Embrace every opportunity that allows you to push
aside your pride and say what you've always wanted to.

"I Love You, my dearly beloved companion."

Trying

*Crash, Boom Bang*
"Darn"
*Crash, Crash, BOOM, Tschh!*
"Ok, last time"
*Crash, Crash, Crash, Boom, Boom, Bang Tschh!!
"Yes! I did it."
"I finally mastered that dumb drum beat."

No Time Much?

Stop that mind shattering racket right this minute
"I'd rather not"
And how come?
"Because I don't have the time"
Then how do you have the time to make such noise?
"I find the time"
Then can you not find the time to stop?!
"Uhh, no"
Get out!
"No"
Why not?
"I don't have the time"

James Norrington; Troublesome Indeed.

I waltzed down that furry old street.
"Oh look, the Baker closed his shop."
Continuing on I noticed that the street was barenaked.
Not a single soul in sight!
"Oh no, what could be the cause of this?"
Twas then that I chanced upon a crumpled piece of paper.
I thought it odd and opened it up.
"Counselor James Norrington will ride through these streets on the noon of St. Mary's Day."
No wonder the streets are empty;
they all quake in their shoes behind closed doors!
*Clip-Clop-Clip-Clop*
"Good graciousness, here they are now!"
*Stumble, slip, tumble, clip*
"To late now, hide behind a barrel!"
No barrels, it was just my luck.
"A potato sack, just what I need!"
"Bum Joe, you already seized this hiding place?"
*Hop, Sprint, Scramble*
"There we go, a hole!"
"Billy Bob, why must you always be the first?"
*Run, Run, Run*
"A rope, I'll climb it and escape there sight."
*Snap, Tumble*
"My bum, oh how it wails at me in fury."
*Tip-Toe, Ease Along*
"Maybe if I hide behind this door..."
"Blemmy Cook, I oughta strangle you."
*Sniffle*
Now I will perish under the hooves of his horses."
*Glance Backwards*
"Oh, Uhh..."
*Sigh*
"They've already come and gone."
"Ohoho, the sillyness of me."

Brain Smarts.

It's gone.
"What's gone?"
My brain.
"Why is it gone?"
That boy tricked me;
he said if I gave him a piece of my brain,
he'd make me smarter.
But then he ran off with the whole thing!
"Well, at least you're smarter now!"

This Story Is Dedicated To My Sister Gloria;
I Figured You'd Understand This.

Exquisitely Perfect

Catch a butterfly,
put it in your palm.
Carefully now,
don't hurt those precious wings.
Oh! Shh,
don't squeal too loudly,
you wouldn't want to damage those dainty ears.
Aww look,
it's wings are so Beautiful.
I will call it Gorgeous.
Gorgeous the Butterfly.
Doesn't it sound enchanting?
How I would love to fly as it does.
Up up up in the sky.
Higher then any man could jump.
(But not as high as the clouds,
they sore ever so high)
I will keep you waiting no longer, Gorgeous.
Fly now, fly like the Wind.

It's Hoping

Something of the sort is gone.
Something of another sort has arrived.
And last of all;
Something of an unnameable sort is hoping to come.
But, we do not know anything about it,
so how do we know it's hoping to come?
We don't, it's just a guess.
Just a random uncalled for guess.
We have nothing on it,
no proof that it's hoping to come.
But we do have our expectations,
and that's all we need.

Diamond

"Oooo!!
It's so pretty Daddy!
Look at all it's sparkles!
Can I touch it?"
*Swat*
No, leave it alone.
"Aww come on, please?"
No.
"Why not?"
Because if you do it'll get all smudged.
"But I won't make it smudgy, I promise."
I don't believe you.
"That's not true, I don't believe You!"

Didn't You Know?

I love you so,
but I don't suppose you know...
Is that my fault?
Is it perhaps because I act so cold around you,
and pretend to scorn your very existence?
Well then, if that is so,
I'd just like to say Sorry.
For as surely as the streams connect to the oceans;
I love you.
I do try, really.
But there are days when I get so frustrated.
You see,
you and I don't exactly see eye-to-eye on many things.
And so it is tough,
to not strangle you for not understanding what I explain to you,
that I so easily see the meaning of.
Just know though,
that you are loved.

Note: This is Not about some dumb boy that I like.

*Pinch*

Ouch!
The mighty pain of a small pinch,
feel as it thunders up your arm.
Oh no, I'm not dreaming.
I must wake up.
Somebody,
anybody,
help me please!
I can't hold it in much longer,
it's coming,
I'm going to...
Pee!

Sail Away

I sailed along the road,
flying by vehicles with unknown speed.
When I noticed;
that something was most definitely not right.
Oh no, no no no, tell me it's not true,
show me that it's only my imagination, please.
It's still there, it's not leaving,
it's true, those poor souls.
So loved, and now...
So missed.
What went through their heads?
Did they think?
Did they say a silent prayer to their loved ones?
Did he grab her hand, squeeze it tight,
knowing what was to come?
And now, here they lay,
sleeping...
forever.
Pleasantly drifting away...
I wish you the best then,
as there is nothing I can do..
Peace be with you,
and don't let the Bedbugs bite.
I love you silent stranger...

Goodnight, and good luck.

Listen.

Shh, you're ruining the moment.
Can you not see?
Can you not hear?
Oh wait I forgot, you never tried.

Petty Ways

People and their petty ways,
will they never learn?
Maybe someday,
maybe someday soon.
People and their petty ways,
will they never cease?
Maybe someday,
maybe someday soon.
People and their petty ways,
will they never forget?
Maybe someday,
maybe someday soon.
People and their petty ways,
will they never attempt to be smart?
Maybe someday,
maybe someday soon.
People and their petty ways,
*sigh*
I don't know where the Lord went wrong.

Come Back.

Oh Moon so bright,
what makes thee so?
Is it thy long, luscious locks?
Or thy pale, fair, complexion?
Oh Moon so bright?
what makes thee so?
Is it thy endless smile?
Or thy beautiful rays?
Oh Moon so bright,
What makes thee so?
Is it thy gorgeous laugh?
Or thy comforting light?
Oh Moon so bright,
what makes thee so?
Is it thy chiseled features?
Or thy faint blush?
Whatever it is dear Moon,
don't stop being yourself.
For if you do,
you will no longer be you.
Oh Moon so bright,
I know what makes thee so.
It is thy bold strength,
or perhaps thy gold eyes.
No?
Then tell me dear Moon,
what makes thee so?
What's this you say?
It's your ability to hide?
Oh no!
Don't leave,
Come back Moon!
Come back!
*sigh*
Promise me then that you will come for me at sunset?
Promise?
Then go for now,
but know this,
I love you so.

And don't forget,
Come back...

Dreaming Are We?

I got lost in a dream the other day,
and wondered what the big fuss about them was,
everyone wanted them,
no one had them,
and no one Could have them,
so why bother?
Perhaps they lost a loved one,
and only through their dreams could they visit them.
Or perhaps, they dream of mischievous things,
and ridding old maidens of their cats...
And then it hit me;
when one dreams it is because far better things can be achieved in lala land,
then anywhere else,
after all, when darkness turns to light,
we become aware...
aware of all the imperfections.
And then we await the coming of the moon,
and drift away to a better place...

Sweet dreams...

Just Ask.

"Just ask"
but why?
"Because I said so"
who made you boss?
"Him"
and who is him?
"Her"
who is her?
"Them"
who is them?
"Me"
I don't understand!
"You have to ask,
because I said so,
He made me boss,
and He is Her,
which is them,
and I am Them.
Do you now understand?"
NO!!
"Then don't ask"
I never wanted to ask in the first place!"
"Then why are you still here?"

Whispers Sweet...

When the wind blows along that rusty old path,
you can hear its whispers ever so sweet

When the skies grow cold and bring about fear,
you can still faintly hear the calming whispers ever so sweet

When hopes are down and all seems gone,
you can grasp the strings of whispers ever so sweet

When days go by without meaning,
you can find answers in the whispers ever so sweet

When the fog settles and winter approaches,
you can wrap yourself in whispers ever so sweet

When sweet goes to bitter,
there will always be bitter sweet whispers...

When time shall pause...

If time were to pause,
would your love be paused as well?

If time were to fade,
would I fade as well?

If time were to forget,
would I be forgotten as well?

If time were to cry,
would not the sky begin to cry as well?

If time were to laugh,
would the trees sway along as well?

If time were to stop,
what would stop you from falling?