The Past can be a walk down memory lane
or a swim down the river of sadness.
So many things wanted, so many abandoned.
The big closet overflowing with old wonders of the past. Many stories never told, stuffed animals never played with as the future ahead comes forward
Everything is the past.
You can try and try to stop the bad things coming your way, but they will never stop.
As the past is a black hole of never ending darkness of things you always wanted but now are forgotten.
You are forgotten.
Lost in the big, mysterious, slow world of the past.
Showing posts with label Olivia Kallai 10. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Olivia Kallai 10. Show all posts
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Sunday, October 25, 2009
I Have a Life
I have everything and more.
I have a family to love me. A dog to walk with.
I have a cat to pet.
I have a bunny to cuddle with.
I have a hamster to hold.
I have a snake to be with.
I have a house to live in and I have eyes to see with.
I have legs to walk with so I don't fall.
I have everything I need.
I have a life.
I have a family to love me. A dog to walk with.
I have a cat to pet.
I have a bunny to cuddle with.
I have a hamster to hold.
I have a snake to be with.
I have a house to live in and I have eyes to see with.
I have legs to walk with so I don't fall.
I have everything I need.
I have a life.
Monday, October 19, 2009
SONG
Slow music rushing down a cold ice river when you pause it everything
On earth stops except for you as the water freezes you remember the words
Nothing can stop you from turning it back on as you know can't leave and you know you can't
Go, you cant go anywhere until the end.
On earth stops except for you as the water freezes you remember the words
Nothing can stop you from turning it back on as you know can't leave and you know you can't
Go, you cant go anywhere until the end.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Hallween
Happy children running from door to door. Butter finger
After taffy and taffy after bubblegum it never stops.
Laughter fills the air as children all over
Light up the night with their bright and beautiful costumes
On every street and every corner the sound of creaking doors
Wherever you go as they open and close. Children are
Eating their candy as the sweet smell of chocolate fills the air.
Every night is a great night on Halloween
Night.
After taffy and taffy after bubblegum it never stops.
Laughter fills the air as children all over
Light up the night with their bright and beautiful costumes
On every street and every corner the sound of creaking doors
Wherever you go as they open and close. Children are
Eating their candy as the sweet smell of chocolate fills the air.
Every night is a great night on Halloween
Night.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Swish, I hear as I here the water spilling into my cup as I hold It under the Fasut. Then my cup is my filled. I snatch it away befor it overflows. Boom! Like a bom as I drop my first icecube into my cup. I hear it crackle and fizzz as I watch it in there. Then I drop my second one in. The 2 ice cubes fizz, crackle and squeek in unison as I watch them. So pure in the ice cold water. Like a winter mist I feel on my hand as the ice cubes make a small splash in the water. Not white. Not blue but a soft but so hard crystle clear ocean the way I see them. Like delicate glass hearts but really in the shape of funny looking tryangles. So misunderstood but so perfect icecubes...
Thursday, September 24, 2009
The Rose and the Stars
Soft velvet.
So thin.
So small.
Remember not to pick it, then it is gone. I touch it, it pierces my finger with its thorn.
But for some reason I dont care.
It takes me on a long jurney into thought.
I wish.
Then the next day I wake and run outside.
But it is gone.
Gone forever.
The rose.
Then I look to see it at my feet.
Left alone.
Nothing but alone.
But then on such a beitiful day, it starts to rain.
The rain turns to darkness.
And the darkness turns to night.
Then the stars come, I can see the light.
They make me smile.
And they make me think about today.
But I find myself awaking the next day...
So thin.
So small.
Remember not to pick it, then it is gone. I touch it, it pierces my finger with its thorn.
But for some reason I dont care.
It takes me on a long jurney into thought.
I wish.
Then the next day I wake and run outside.
But it is gone.
Gone forever.
The rose.
Then I look to see it at my feet.
Left alone.
Nothing but alone.
But then on such a beitiful day, it starts to rain.
The rain turns to darkness.
And the darkness turns to night.
Then the stars come, I can see the light.
They make me smile.
And they make me think about today.
But I find myself awaking the next day...
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
The Wind
A soft wish carries me into my thoughts. People running to get away. But not me I stay. it starts to rain I can hear the lighte drop of it starting to sprinkle all over the ground like it is big smooth choclate cake. But the wind is still there while I wait. But what am I waiting for? Something, something inportant. but what? But then as I start to walk away I see someone els im not alone or am I...
Ice Cream
I walk on the burning sidewalk. It presses against the bottom of my shoes. Wait I see it! I run as fast as I can, not eveen thinking about the heat, until I get there. The ice cream truck! The long line of people. But I must wait my turn. Finally after waiting and waiting I get up to the front. I decide to get a double scoop chocolate ice cream in a cone. "Drip" a small drop of the perfect summer mix falls to the ground. I watch it sizzle on the ground for a half a second wile it is still there but then it is gone. Then I start on my ice cream. The coolnes of the thick cream touches my tounge. Then I take a couple more bites. But wait I forgot! I forgot to eat it in the shade. But it's to late it's already started to melt and now it is gone.
Ice Cream
Ice Cream
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