| More Stuff I've Written | ||||||||||
| Well since I write too much, here's a whole other page devoted to more of my "poetry". Enjoy... AND COMMENT!! | ||||||||||
| I Want to be Your Resident Hey now, I just wanted you to know I saw your sign that said "For Rent" And then I got to thinking which made me realize I want to be your resident So you're not quite sure You can't make up your mind There's no need for sleepless nights You just have to realize You want me to be your resident Don't worry, hon It's not so serious It's just a house and we're just two people So hey boy, come on please Let me be your resident We could have so much fun Throw parties all night long I could make you breakfast in the morning Take messages from those calling We'll split up the chores Spare eachother from a lonely bore it wouldn't be so bad It's not like we're going to be a mom and a dad Don't worry, hon It's not so serious It's just a house and we're just two people So hey boy, come on please Let me be your resident **inspired by the MOST AWESOME snickers commercial EVAAAHHR!** |
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| Painful Revelations Dawning A few simple words brought everything to a halt Caused innumerable fights Affection to hostility Care and warmth to callous, frigid air And so another marriage crumbles The bitter fragments of broken love, too small to possibly fit back together And they know they've become a statistic With everyone else, happiness is plummeting When will people realize that Marriage isn't a game? It's not playing house Things aren't always fin and dandy rarely easy It takes work and patience It's not like the playground in first grade where you don't have to be married the next day If you don't want to be. |
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| A Soldier's Notice Home And then everything just stopped. Glass shattered on the wooden floor as the vase fell from her hands. The flowers were ruined, and water was flowing everywhere. Just as the tears were Spilling across her face. She fell to her knees and sobbed her life just changed For everlasting It had happened in slow motion The doorbell rang... a man in uniform stood on the threshold... telegram for her. Prospects of the future and what it might be Looming Each sweatdrop on the messenger's face hung painfully The tiny slip of paper Foreboding. Finally she took it with hands Trembling The message was bleak Her soldier would not be coming home to her His life taken abruptly He fought dutifully But then everything just stopped. |
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