Good evening, children and adults of the night! I’m glad you have enjoyed my post for the month of July. It is now August 1st, 2008. The good thing about the death of an old month and the rise of the new is that I will soon have more new post to add. Did you know that I happened to be an artist in training. I will have a page dedicated to my artwork in the coming days. I hope you guys and gals will like them, because I am practicing extra hard on my art skills. These are my last pieces of poetry that I have to ofter (for now!) I thank you.
There once was a girl named Polly
Who had a paper dolly
When she got tired of it,
She put it on a mail strait,
And sent it off to Hong Kong
He went over to Dover’s
To interview a pair of lovers.
When he got there, he was pale,
At seeing a girl with red locks and pink socks.
One of the lovers was his sister Clover.
Free Style Poerty
I am looking at the person in the glass.*
She is looking at me and dances to the same drum
As I. I see her and see that there is nothing
Wrong with her.
Why do people always shun her as a black card? **
After all (Pome)
I wake up in the morning at the gray in the sky.
Something in my head is saying, ‘today is going to be a bad day’
I shake the gloom out of my head
I look beyond the clouds at the rainbow.
And I say to myself, “Today is going to be perfect, after all.”
I miss my bus and have to walk
As I enter the building, evil eyes stare at me
They cast their doom and rage with every hostel glance
I attack the glances with a light of my beam
And I say to myself, “Everyone sometimes get bad days, after all.”
I come home to find my house a mess
Everyplace a total shamble
My house with its golden riches* and many treasures are looted
Instead of sobbing, I start to clean up the rubble
And I say to myself, “Possessions can be replaced, after all.”
I have faced hardships and ridicule
Sometimes I just want to give up and ghost**
But I have to go on this road.
Because I know that there is a sun in the sky.
Because, tomorrow will be better, after all.