As they jump up and down
Banging their heads all around
I stand and sing along
As if nothing is wrong
Between mosh pits
And some random brits
Everything is perfect
Until Everything is wrecked
When the cops arrive
The show is no longer alive
They tell us to disperse
But we all just curse
Eventually, we got our wish
Turns out the cops are niceish
So the day is great
Even though i don't have my best friend Kate
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Sunday, January 8, 2012
The Forest And I
A dark forest, filled with extraordinary sounds. Mostly sounds of water rushing on a lake, like blowing on a steaming cup of coffee. Leaves crackle beneath my feet, trees dance with the wind, the full moon shines brighter than the sun, and wolves howl their pathetic tune for only the moon as their audience. There’s something about a forest without an orchestra of birds and insects chirping, that I never really could comprehend. I come out here every once in a while just to hear all the sounds connect into one soulful tune. Just the forest and I, may be the most relaxing feeling I have ever encountered.
Friday, January 6, 2012
A Cube
A little square box
Sits upon an old desk
As i push it
It's structure is smooth and hard
As it falls
It lands with a slight crunch
As it opens up
The smell of Rosemary and Mint fill the room
Sits upon an old desk
As i push it
It's structure is smooth and hard
As it falls
It lands with a slight crunch
As it opens up
The smell of Rosemary and Mint fill the room
The Color Red
You're not yellow
But you're close
You're not orange
But you're almost there
You're not even close to green
But you're part of purple with a hint of blue
But you're close
You're not orange
But you're almost there
You're not even close to green
But you're part of purple with a hint of blue