Ladada.
I miss them good o'le days when you could hear the stream's whispers.
As calm as the wind, but at other times as rowdy as the wind's other side...
Haha. But that was them days.
and this is now:)
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!
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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]
5 comments:
I miss the good ol' days as well. When I was so carefree...
I miss them good ol' days when I was in the circus and could hear people cheering. But now all I hear is those damn streams whispering...
I miss the dogs a barking now all I hear is the cars.
i miss you
and i miss OUR good ol' days... the days we would laze around the house,[or yard] and laugh at the misfortunes of everyone but ourselves... haha.
and then there was that one time we went and crawled into your bed in the middle of the day and did nothing. while everyone else cleaned or did their school work... rebel.
-b
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