Once upon a time in a land not too far away, a little baby girl was born. She was a pink little thing with small hands and tiny feet that all newly born babies have. The baby screamed and whined and never seemed to understand the meaning of the word “stop.” Once upon a time […]
“Your hand fits in mine like it’s made just for me. But bear this mind it wasn’t meant to be.” Altered lyrics for One Direction’s song, Little Things It summarizes a bit of what I’m feeling today in terms of emotion. But it’s been a pretty big day–I climbed (well… attempted to climb) three rock walls. […]
We are never ever getting back together. Ever.
… or maybe I’m just a dreamer. Lyrics to Dreams don’t turn to dust by Owl City: Splash down in the silver screenInto a deep dramatic sceneI swim through the theaterOr maybe I’m just a dreamerLike a kite in the bright middayWonder stole my breath awayShy sonata for MercuryThe stars always sing so pretty […]
Those silly adolescent girls who have not yet developed a sense of maturity that write you hate poems despite being a few years older than you. Though, I must admit it is probably the hormones that make girls unpredictable. Myself for one.
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Visual Poetry, Photography and Quotes
Musings of an Aspiring Author and Poet
The world is not a wish-granting factory.
Some say I was born high. Others say i'm just simple :)
