Strawberries...

I think I like strawberries the best still. It's not really a tough choice, more of a tough decision, I don't know if the strawberries are perfectly ripe yet...

WHEN ARE THE WYNNS COMING???

I have a lot to say about the world today.

People honk their horns like sneezing, and people also can scream and cuss at each other on the streets. People ALSO can be stupid enough to believe that love can change the world. For I am one of those people.

Choices

What do I choose? Grapes, or strawberries, or wait for the chocolate to melt perfectly? I want strawberries, because they'll be there for me, and they'll stay there. The others might run away... I really don't know... I'm not even sure if the grapes are ripe either. I just want life to be a lot simpler...

Long List of Memories

Many poems I have written:


Poem #1

When I dig a deep hole into the ground,

Pools of filthy water fill the gaps,

Linking piles of earth from edge to edge,

I pierce my shovel, it makes a sound,

Hit rock bottom, lost without maps,

Ready to throw myself past the ledge.

But as the blue moon glows in purity,

I see the two stars and infinity,

They make round ovals, the sky spills open,

But lo and behold, my breath is stolen.

I catch my gasp,

But held behind with grasp,

The warmth that tempts me,

I worry, for it is not her, but a false she.

Now that I live in harmony with the one,

It seems, she no longer is darkness, but the sun.

If she were to be there for me every single living moment…

I would glad, to give her, everything she wants and needs.

Poem #2

Gradually I slip into darkness.

The plummet lengthens.

I cannot bear to see the light,

Piercing, like shards of fire.

Wake me up, when I realize,

I cannot dream no more,

Whereas my hopes, I wish,

Transform, into reality.

The trees sway, veiled in clouds,

Shrouded in darkness, fungus alive.

Leaves blow in every direction.

The winter winds, will arrive.

Harsh reality creeps into my garden,

The daisies and forget-me-nots, all have fallen.

Torrents of fire, ripple through the last remains.

What has happened, not begun, nothing retains.

Poem #3

Fire burns,

Wind that flies,

Mountains churn,

What am I?

Water slips,

Icebergs dip,

Flowers grow,

I don’t know.

Bark can cripple,

Moss also creep,

Snow kept frozen.

My heart ripples,

Can’t fall asleep,

Blood will harden.

Am I alive?

Poem #4

In denial, I can wait,

For the moment, that is fate,

With my heart, it’s still alive,

Bruised and beaten, will survive,

Unbelievers, off the train,

True or false, I cannot feign,

Raw materials, at first sight,

Transformed into beauty, now delight.

When the locomotive runs,

I can sleep and have some buns,

But as the railway throws a fit,

No peace is given, I cannot sit.

I try my luck and whistle loud,

No one comes, my head is bowed.

The train, slowly, arrives on time,

Newly-weds, and a lonely mime,

Board the steam-puffed engine,

As it goes, the land left barren.

Puff the magic dragon blows,

Kids embark, they left the shows,

Next stop, bustling New York City,

Freak shows, movies, sounds so cheesy.

But when the train tracks end in a mile,

I cannot stand, not in single file,

As my love waits for me, down the road,

Strawberries hung from strings, in the house, away from the cold.

Still missing her everyday. My good friend.

First Complaints/Welcoming Post

A disappointment? No... more of a reality check. Foolishness gets you nowhere, especially in the art of magic. A disappearing act is much similar to an escaping act, both require a mask, where the secrets come alive. I live by the mask, but unaware of the quintessential elements of performance: Patience, Trust, Comfort, Practicality, and Reality. If something happens to be too mindblowing, then I guess I have failed.

Love is much similar... Once you blew it, you blew it, there is no going back. I wish... that she could understand me... I'm not a very practical person. If only she could understand...

This is my first post. Welcome, to my world.