"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!"
Just listen, and you'll hear the wind whispering its secrets to the trees.
A Little Hello
Hello, and welcome to my place where I write!
I recently started [like, in December] at first I was frustrated because I could never think of anything, but now I usually can. Or else I just wait for a couple days till I get an idea and then jot it down. Like the other day, I was sitting there doing math and I was like "Yes! I have the perfect idea!"
Haha, random, I know.
Some of my stuff may suck... alot. And some of it isn't even poetry, just random conversations. I like writing those, they show a glimpse of reality [or rather, a glimpse of another reality] But hey, feel free to criticize, it won't discourage me, rather, it'll help me.
So yes, enjoy!
About Me
- whispers
- I am 5'4 [short much?] I live in one of those places that's just the greatest. And uhm... I'd love to say more but at the moment I'm rather brain dead [that happens alot]
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