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Ran againWere Done.
¨I were done,¨
said the boy.
Where did cubey go?
the boy drew many
Was Pete and Jay
Jay said to Pete
¨Get up off yer feet!¨
Go in and meet
Some nice ol mary daisy.¨
Then Pete said ¨Sure¨
He got off the floor
And ran to the door
Shouting ¨This time I may
Just go crazy.¨
Low and behold
Pete found his gold
And proceeded to have a baby....
Well, not physically but he
got someone to be his wife
I Am.I´m outta here.
To Greece I will go
Meet me there
After I have grown.
A Man I will become.
Maybe you will join me
On my fertile patch of land.
Let´s get married
Once I am a man.
Don´t worry about the baby
The trees that encircle my land
Will protect her and give her company
For this is my Space of Love.
The Beloved and Us.Around the earth
Blows the breath of God.
beloved and adored
Are all given boundless power.
Through the power of the heart
They were given all the universe
To govern and command.
Ancients were they
And they loved and cared well
For all the Earth
Children of the Earth,
Beloved of the Father
the fire of love
Their holy name
Boundless were the Ancient´s joy
Until the Great Insanity began.
And here we are today
Is this the end?
Have we lost our joy?
Have we lost,
What it is that we treasure most:
No matter how much we suppress or subdue
The heart´s impulses
It will always remain
Across the universe
Spanning all the Earth
Embracing everyone´s potential
Loving all for who they ARE
I will try,
Interview of a dandelion.INTERVIEW EXCLUSIVE!!!
The following interview is the weed´s first say on the matter.
20 Q and A with a dandelion.
Q: ¨What are your views on 9/11?¨
Dandelion: ¨I don´t know really. I am, after all, a dandelion. ¨
Q: ¨What would you do if someone pulled out your neighbor but NOT you?¨
Dandelion: ¨Considering that I am, after all, a dandelion, I´d say that that would upset me dearly.¨
Q: ¨What would you have to say about global warming?¨
Dandelion: ¨Well, I would say I do appreciate the hurricanes as they do disperse my seeds well. I am, after all, just a dandelion.¨
Q: ¨What´s your favourite colour?¨
Dandelion: ¨I´d have to say yellow.¨
Q: ¨What religion do you follow?
Hopes and dreams.A day and a night.
A breeze of a wind
Soldiers marching on
Daylight creeping out
Singing of an ancient time
When the song was still the same
Marching in the gloomy days
When streets were lined with slime
Calling out and pleading
With the mists of space and time
She hears me all too clearly
But space and time sink deep
Walking through the jungle
And I see a light ahead
A shack built sound of timber
InappropriateThe walls are now closer
"Hold me" I say
And a tear wells
Sliding, falling down my face
A tear falls
A tear falls
Soothing is a tear
Opeaning is a tear
A tear is the heart's greatest compassion
I said to hold
Me, a hopeless
Don't disillusion yourself
"But I want her"
Will you cry with me?
But that was then
I am not sad
This heart is filled with peace
A letter to the public
This is not for her
If you are wondering
If only you knew
Know only this
I will stay
My heart agrees
There is no other way.
Sub, missionCharmeleon says:
Today is Three of the past clock fifteen.
Wass a turtle?
BULBASOAR into the sky with a feathered wing, and behold...
Lost the plot times 10!!!!
Seriosly, though, the, point, is, no , ONE, COMMENTED ON TOMMOROW WE RISE OR THE WET. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEAPLE!!! dnt u no genius wn u c it?
Spice of smell, voice of bells Faraway, the spice is gone without. The wonderous golden life is with the ocean, and I am but a river.
But carried on the wind, sometimes a speck, or two bells land together, and then the voice, lovely, wonderous, unpredictable.
A great space between me and the leaf, the sparkling rain forest. The sun comes out, and all the raindrops become mirrors of the sun.
Mud and the stars, where I am the mud.
I am unwanted, trampled by animals and washed off by men.
She is the stars, no ladder to reach-
-"DREAMING!" mud thinks.
Here are two eyes, outshining the stars.
The Fridge3:02 a.m.
I woke up slowly and groggily, in the sort of half-dreaming way that you do sometimes. There were a few disoriented moments in the dark, as my mind sorted reality from dreams, before I knew where I was. You were asleep, curled up next to me with your arm over my midriff, your hand resting on my belly underneath the sheets, making me feel safe.
My stomach gurgled urgently, and I realised that I was incredibly hungry. I looked over at the clock and saw it was 3 a.m. I usually sleep soundly, but hunger always manages to get my attention over any kind of sleep. It wasn't as if I had gone to bed hungry. The leftover serving bowl on the side cabinet formerly full of ice cream would attest to that fact; however, my belly was unconvinced and continued to complain. Nothing else to do, I suppose, but get up.
I slowly and carefully pick your hand off my belly and move it to one side, trying not to wake you. A bit futile I suppose, it's not like I can move with much stealth these
23. Befriend Me - Jake English x Reader
It was you 17th birthday, you didn’t want to do anything with your friends this year, for one they were all busy and didn’t really have time to go. You didn’t fret though. Your parents promised you that you would get to go on a special trip, just the three of you. You arrived at the campground, the forest trees a dark shade of green, and the sky, a beautiful shade of blue, not a cloud in sight. You all set up your tents, your parents are giving you space, so the tents are spread quite far apart.
You stepped out of your finished tent and looked around, there were other families in the area as well, most with younger children than yourself. You told your parents you were going to check out the forest for a bit, they replied with their favorite line “Be Careful.” You walked slowly taking in the scenery, until you bumped into a taller looking boy.
“Ow… I’m so sorry!” You said softly.
“It’s quite alright dear.” He look
Hetalia X Reader: New Perspective
You woke up to your alarm ringing. You turn off your alarm while yawning sleepily.
Another day of work
You slowly got out of bed and begin another journey of your usual daily routine of brushing your teeth, taking a shower, eating breakfast, getting dressed for work, and so on.
You yawn while leaving your house through walking out of your front door before closing and locking it. You start walking down the pathway to your car but stop seconds later when you saw a familiar blond-haired kid riding a scooter around in front of your front yard. You frown, narrowing your eyes slightly.
Great, it’s that annoying kid again. You thought while walking towards your car, bad mood already start starting.
What’s he even doing here anyway? He’s been here every morning creating that same noise and he doesn’t even live in this neighbourhood.
After unlocking and getting in your car, you start the engine whilst eyeing the kid at the back of your c
Water Runs in My Veins I break the surface and feel the waves embrace my into their icy, yet soothing arms. Once I am completely immersed, every inch of my skin tingles. My bones seem to melt to match the temperature of the water, and my movements become fluid. I deftly plunge deeper, feeling both the cold and the warmth rush past me with every stroke. The pulse of the ocean beats against my skin; it is alive. I open my eyes to take in the scene. I can't see clearly, the images are blurred. Still, I can make out soft hues of color. I reach out and feel the hard, smooth surface of a rock, resting amongst others. I feel a rigid plant, and my hand even grazes the backs of a couple of slimy fish. With each connection made by my senses, I feel a rush of adrenaline. I am truly unlimited when I'm under the sea; my fears have been washed away by the white waves.
Growing excited, I continue to venture deeper into the dark depths. Soon, I feel wisps of seaweed brush up against me, tickling
DreamcatcherThe dreamcatcher, a catcher of nightmares and symbol of good nights. You can find them anywhere if you look hard enough. Most people do not believe in their power. But, one child chose to believe. A young boy, suffering from nightmares. The child wandered into a shop one day and found one. A pale dreamcatcher with pale blue feathers and beads. The boy was delighted to see what he called 'the most beautiful thing in the world'. He picked it up and took it to the counter. The cashier, a friendly looking elderly gentleman gave a soft sigh and a smile.
"Son, are you sure you want this one? I think it would be best if you chose a different one."
"No, sir. I really want this one!" The boy smiled cheerily. The old man stared for a bit, then nodded. He rang up the catcher and gave it to the boy, who took it, thanked him, and ran out. The man sighed.
"That thing never seems to be sold for long..."
The boy ran to his house, a worn-down looking place in the middle of town.
"Mommy! I'm home!" He c
Time Traveling Kids of the Mane Six! Ch. 32
Chapter 32: Rodeo and Juliet (part II)
“Why are the paparazzi in Ponyville? There ain’t nothin’ in Ponyville that’s worth a media circus like this!” Bismack said as the train began to slow down at the station, as if trying not to hit the crowds of photographers that stood everywhere.
Radiance readied her hair a bit.
"They’re not here for the town,” she answered. “They’re here for us.”
“Us? What fer?”
“I’m not sure. All I know is that whatever the reason is, we need to just push past them as quick as we can. Don’t greet them, don’t shove them, don’t make eye contact, and most importantly, do not stop walking. If you do, they’ll never let you go. Before you know it, they’ll start asking you how many seconds you brush your teeth.”
As the train came to a complete stop, Radiance cleared her throat and stood up.
“How do you know that?” Bismarck asked, fo
Genghis Whenever we were bad my mother used to take us to the mall to see Genghis Kahn. They kept him in a dusty diorama of a Mongolian steppe, all tall grass and yurts. He sat on a throne of bone (well, plastic shaped like bone), scowling in incomprehension at the American kids who flocked around him like startled lemmings. My mother would usually push us toward him, saying things like “Tell him what you did to your father’s stamp collection.” Genghis would give a grunt, spit a wad of phlegm onto the tall grass, and give us a wizened, wrinkled grimace, as if he had to go to the bathroom.
He terrified me.
My brother couldn’t get enough of him.
When my brother got caught in my mother’s evening dress, my mother grabbed us both and dragged us to Genghis. It was a slow day, and we were the only kids crowding him. “Tell him what you did,” my mother hissed a
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