Happy Single Awareness DayThe shades of red, ubiquitous to that day. And the plentitude of roses, sweets and hearts is enough to fill the gymHappy Single Awareness Day
twice full.
So it is full, of cupid's girls. Dressed in pink sweaters clinging to oversized teddy bears, Their sock hop partners, Cologned and slick, with a dozen red wishes and velvet boxed chocolates. They jitter bug the day away
While I in class, sit at my desk Coveting the singing grams Not that I'd like a serenade, but perhaps a hand made card
on my locker?
The campus is
I'd Rather Be at the beachYou tumble towards me. Push, back, push, back. I rush away, lest you gush, over my bare ankles. Jeans rolled up high, water rushing, over a rocky shore. Cool, white foam, on my toes so, There’s no more point in rushing away. A few steps back, I settle down, in the warm sand. Gleaming feet, sandy gold and tan. Above me seagulls squawk, as they meet In the sky and dive. Not disturbing its motion. Push, back, push, back. Small mountains, teal, topped with foam. Avalanche down, tumble to roll flat Along the shore. Bringing me gifts, of polished rock and shell and gI'd Rather Be at the beach
Growing up and such...Maryanne had seen the fields, before they’d broken ground. And she’d run across the dust and brush, When there were no lawns around. Maryanne had tasted that dust one her tongue, When the wind blew. Maryanne never heard that field, before they’d broken ground. Maybe a breeze in her ear, but you cannot hear a field. There’s freedom, in a meadow, for a child…Growing up and such...
…but this Maryanne is no child. And this Maryanne cannot taste that dust. Her rubber soles don’t run across brush. Maryanne lives on the field, above the dirt, upon the asphalt. &nbs
The Winter of many coldsThera flu winter, You had me at the cold. Shivering, icy toes. Icicles at my nose. Thera flu winter, You minions aren't so nice. I just dont understand how, The flu has caught me twice? Thera flu winter, There's sniffling classrooms,The Winter of many colds
With just enough "bless yous," We've run out of tissues. Thera flu winter, Oh soup just sounds so nice! With a side of OJ. No cough syrup in sight. Thera flu winter, I can barely breathe. *sniff* My nose is stuffy, Oh is there no releif!? Thera flu winter, You're so nauseating. I'll
Merry Cold season Christmas
Winter Downs
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Intoxicated with madness, I`m in love with my sadness.
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Wayne Kaa
PSOC / AGSMA / ACP / UM
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EAT MINI SHARKS
Their like goldfish
exept their made out of MEAT!!!!
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