Bad Poetry

Roses are Red,
Roses are Red,
But what are petunias?
Flowers are really pretty,
I used to live in the city,
Your eyes are like violets,
your lips are like tulips,
Want a fruit roll-up?
I see you,
You see me too.
Lets go pick some flowers.

Rock Out

Rock out like your life depended on it. Rock out like for your 15th...not 16th...birthday you got a brand new Mercedes. Rock out like its only you, your ipod, your headphones in the entire world. Rock out like there's not tomorrow. Like your least favorite team just lost to your favorite team and you made a huge bet with you friend. Rock out like you have nothing to worry about, no drama, or problems, just you and time. Rock out like Michael Jackson just showed up at your front porch, telling you to rock out as hard as you can and he'll consider coming back. Like you just aced that test, yeah that test you knew you were going to fail, and had no idea what you were doing on. Rock out like the only people left in this entire world is you and your true love. Like you just found out you dont have to work on a friday night, and have a full tank of gas and a group of friends waiting for you. Rock out like you just won a date with Taylor Laughtner, by putting in a code you got off a cereal box, yeah your favorite cereal box. Like you realized you can eat as much as you want without gaining a pound. Rock out like your school was the new "High school musical" and you were the star. Rock out.

Shake the dust...

This is for the unpopulars and wannabe's alike. For the dropouts, that let their chance go by. This is for the populars, who lived their life with ease. Shake the dust. This is for the workaholics, with little time. For the lonely moms. For the grandparents lost in time. Shake the dust. This is for the misunderstood teenagers, unspoken and lost. For the single girls, boys, parents. Shake the dust. This is for the hands that have never been held. For the paths never taken. For the song never sung. Shake the dust. This is for the broken, the hurt and abused. This is for the bruised, the helpless and scarred. Shake the dust. This is for the unconfident, who rethink everything. For the over confident who rethink nothing. For the emotionly unstable. Shake the dust. This is for the mistaken moms, praying for a miracle to bring their child back. For the children lost in the world they can't get out of. Shake the dust.
So grab this world by it's clothespins and shake it out again and again and jump on top and take it for a spin, for this is yours. Your world, your life, and its under your control.

Im thinking of you...(:

Im thinking about you. Im thinking of you like the earth thinks of the sun. Like walk thinks about run. Like homework thinks about being done. Im thinking about you like hands think about holding. Like inventers think about knowing. Like bunnies think about hopping. Im thinking about you like lips think about kissing. Like dreams think about wishing. Like clues think about missing. Im thinking about you like today thinks about tomorrow. Like rain thinks about sorrow. Im thinking about you like princesses think about prince charming. Like farmers think about farming. Like gardeners think about gardening. Im thinking about you like phones think about calling. Like the sky thinks about falling. Im thinking about you like hearts think about love, like weddings think about doves. Like fingers think about gloves, in the cold winter night. Im thinking about you like planes think about flight. Im thinking about you like, I might, just die, if you aren't thinking of me too. Im thinking about you.

Love Is...

10.Love is loosing something and finding it. 9.Love is hair(their different shades and styles and sometimes you want to cut it completley)
8.Love is a complex game(its almost impossible to figure out)
7.Love is the beat in our life's song.
6.Love is a blind man crossing the street(you really can't see whats coming)
5.Love is an accomplishment.
4.Love is a rope climb.
3.Love is a skyscraper(there are so many different levels)
2.Love is a drug.
1.Love is being loved in return.

Introduction

Hey, this is my blogspot for creative writing. Im not sure why I chose the name I did, it was a suggestion and I went for it. Why not, right? I mean its annoymous, so no one knows who I am. I enjoy writing, I took this same class a bit ago and loved it, and decided to take it once more. Its a fun way to be creative I've come to realize. But other than creative writing I love to draw, listen to music and hang out with friends. I also do enjoy reading when I have a good book, and I can just curl up on the couch on a rainy day. I'm pretty excited about having an annonymous blog, and know it will be fun! (: