Weeeeeeeeeee :D

We dont need a meal, what as is, is enough.

Activity 5: Couplets and sonnets

couplet:
a stanza consisting of two successive lines of verse; usually rhymed

sonnet:
a verse form consisting of 14 lines with a fixed rhyme scheme


Here comes mine:

Things that I missed,
are longer than a list,

I wanted to be freed,
from lust and greed.

I wanted to hold you dear,
without a dust of fear.

I wanted to stay,
instead of going astray.

I wanted to be true,
with these flaws you value.

I wanted to believe,
and forget all this grief.

But now I am free,
For thou art with me.

A pill of relief

Daily dose recommended.
Daily dose taken.

Interdependency.

Stop there.

Dear past,

Things you could have known.
Things you would have said.
I forgive you.
Please listen to your heart.

Something to think of

Moments fade away; but there's always something new

Dear Kitty,

Can you tell me why people go to such lengths to hide their real selves? Or why I always behave differently when I'm in the company of others? Why do people have so little trust in one another? I know there must be a reason, but sometimes I think it's horrible that you cant ever confide in anyone, not even those closest to you

Yours,

Anne

Reflecting upon things

Im reading everything again from the eyes of a stranger

Sad eyes

All my life, I have been yearning for a thing I could not name

Chasing cars

We'll do it all

Everything
On our own

We don't need
Anything
Or anyone
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me
And just forget the world?
I don't quite know
How to say
How I feel
Those three words
Are said too much
They're not enough
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me
And just forget the world?
Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden
That's bursting into life
Let's waste time
Chasing cars
Around our heads
I need your grace
To remind me
To find my own
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me
And just forget the world?

Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden
That's bursting into life
All that I am
All that I ever was
Is here in your perfect eyes
They're all I can see

I don't know where
Confused about how as well
Just know that these things
Will never change for us at all
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me
And just forget the world?

Moon

And I could see it well now that the moon is actually a big, sad creature.

If only I could hug you and make you feel better. But that's what you are. You are meant to be solitary though a majestic thing you are.

Reorganizing.

What is important in life.
What can be traded and what not.
Being true to self while treating others with love and respect.

Angel

Godsent.

Please turn to the same page.

Problem: acting as if resistant problems have only one cause.

Therefore: we come back with too simple an answer for a diagnose.

Solution: cant think of one.

Cheesecake

Extremista

Happy and sad
extreme ends.

(!)

If exclamation marks can be used to describe degree of happiness, I would end all my sentences with it.(!!)


!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Deepest steepest rollercoaster ride

When you love too much, it hurts. But I'd rather that it hurts than not feeling a thing.

The perfect poem to describe them at work

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

  Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

All mimsy were the borogoves,

  And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!

  The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!

Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun

  The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:

  Long time the manxome foe he sought --

So rested he by the Tumtum tree,

  And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,

  The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,

Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,

  And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through

  The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!

He left it dead, and with its head

  He went galumphing back.

"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?

  Come to my arms, my beamish boy!

O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'

  He chortled in his joy.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

  Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;

All mimsy were the borogoves,

  And the mome raths outgrabe.

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Cant wait for frabjous day! Frabjous day is when there are no more jabberwock, jubjub bird and bandersnatch in the bloody office.

Today, life gives me lemons very early in the morning. Oh wait. Work is not my life, no. I'll try to be indifferent.

Bold.

Can I have a cloud ice-cream, pwetty please?

Have you ever?

waited so long that you forgot how it feels like when you have it back again?
i'm glad though. really do.

Hm.

Evilness weaved in happiness.

Or is it the other way around?