You’ve come back, but I no longer need you, I’m no longer a kid who can’t fit in any shoe, I’ve graduated collage, And am living by a ridge, I don’t need parent protection, And can shop in any section, I’ve simply grown up, I’m no longer a stump, But a full grown tree, I’ve grown into the full me, Can’t your see? I’ve grown older, And can lift a boulder, So dear parents, I’ve left the nest, So leave me to the rest!
I fall into the deep void, Sometimes I think I’m just being paranoid, The world around me is dark, And I could never find a mark, The light is dark but seeks beauty, I’ve been told of how pretty it is, The trees grow into blooming leaves that turn warm, And owls hide away like it’s their dorm, The grass grows greener each rainfall, And the swooshing waterfall, Maybe I can’t see, But that’s not how it has to be, I can imagine what the world looks like, And even if it’s just a made up image, I can still feel similar to the people lurking around me, So even though I cant see, I can create a world to how I want it to be, The grass is white and the clouds are orange, I can imagine colors, but they will never be the same as the name, Even if you think it’s lame, It’s my world, And you can’t change it, I simply can’t see, So this is how I want it to be, Just like me, Full of colors that seek light, But all I know is what hides the colors of night, But the pink is orange and yellow is blue, So this is my color palette, How about you?
Hi! My names Lola, and I have a twin sister named Lolae. We love eachother in the hate world. If you get it, you get it. We have had many misunderstandings as being identical twins, but the worst one is probably, The Day of Mom and Dads Anniversary. It was horrible, and this is how it went.
June 19 2008 I was helping get prepared for the suprize party that my dad was making for my mom. They have been together for 30 years now, so it was pretty special. I was peacefully hanging up a banner, when suddenly my twin came running in looking panicked. I looked at her in confusion, and she began to speak. “I-i-I I was trying a piece of the cake, and it fell into the sink!!! It splattered and I don’t know what to do!!” Lolae cried, like literally cried. I looked at her in complete shock and then said, “don’t stress, we’ll do stress, but I don’t want to get involved with this mess! Or else I’ll get in trouble as well!!!” I said with empathy and annoyance. She than looked at me the kind of way when someone is mad at you. She went up to me and hugged me which suprized me since she never does. But turns out she didn’t do it for a good reason, she slipped a note in my pocket that read, -Operation: destroy mom and dads cake-. I didn’t notice, which ment her plan worked out. A couple hours later she had already cleaned it up, and mom had just arrived. We got in our places surprise her, and when she entered the door we screamed, “HAPPY 30TH ANNIVERSARY!!!” When we where showing her every thing we stopped at the cake. My dad pulled off the cover with a smile reaching from the corners, and was bewildered to find three carboard boxes stacked on top off eachother. He looked at the both of us raging. He patted us down seeing if their was a clue to which one of us had done it, and felt the mother on my back pocket. “What is this?!?!?” He said still angry. “What is what?” I replied with confusion. Than he grabbed the note and read it to himself. Shock scurried across his face, alongside the anger boiling higher. He sent me to my room, and than grounded me for seven months!!! On the second month I was bored out of my mind. When I heard foot steps sneaking towards my room. My dad came trough my door with regret hugging him. “What happened?” I asked my dad. “I was looking trough the cameras earlier and I saw how Lolae dropped the cake, not you.” My dad said with sorrow. “You are ungrounded, and Lolae confessed to me, so she has eight months of being grounded.” He said. I was so relived that he found out the truth and still wanted to know how she hid the note so well. But that’s my story! Goodbye!!!!!
I have walked through vines, And seen their unusual lines, Flowers blooming, Roots moving, Roses are red, Colors are blue, I give a rose to whom, seems truly out of the blue, I can sign them a clue, And tell them I love you, But what seeps in the most, Is dancing with them till the depths on dawn, Kind of like a leaping fawn, Going on trips to the woods, Somthing fun is homemade goods, We can walk in red, And see eachother in bed, Walk through the red rose bridge, And meet at the ridge, Red roses, To whom I love.
Everyone has their home, A place that is safe and comfortable, A girl could be looking out her window and see snow, It blew her mind, and she said wow! She has never seen such icy crystals, Because it is always heat that fill these walls, But then their is a boy, Who is playing with his toy, He sees a blizzard hugging the outside cold, But this is very old for him, He is used to treterous coldness, And always dreams of warmness, But then we could have a teen, Where the weather is very lean, It is cold, warm, hot, rainy, snowy, and different, Every day in a new decent, It brings excitement of unexpected, And unpredicted, These different places, Have different ways, Sometimes the weather lays, But that is how different weather comes, It is a roller coaster, A rooster, The weather, The day!
It’s was a small town, the type of place where everyone knew everyone, The teams that run, The little kids who have fun, The soccer players, The city mayors, The house at Pinewood Street, And the warriors who have climbed every feet, The bakers on SugarCane Lane, And the people whom seen as one with the rain, But one of them stood out the most, That not one has seen at a toast, The UnOrdinary, Some think they may be scary, But that is just a assumption, That brings the UnOrdinary as an acceptation, Lives in a house at the river, A fishes sitter, The wise one, or whom say, This is as it may, A special kind, So they have a strong mind? A power of some sort, Is this a wizard, A lizard? The UnOrdinary, One who is not seen as the same as a regular in this place full of rules, and respects its own self as different.
