LocketIt isn't the right timeAs I am lying in wait.Looking for the right rhymeThat intertwines our fate.She unknowingly has this locket,And it plays a sad part.She let's it fly off like a rocket,Like my sad little heart.Her locket is special to me,As it makes me smile.It holds a picture of she,But it'll be of us, in a while.Things as they are,Are actually pretty fun.You're my special starIn a series that's just begun.
Little Grasshopper 2A little grasshopper found his way to a rather modern city compared to his rural village. This certain grasshopper wants to become someone worth remembering. Someone you can respect; someone who actually made a difference. His village is currently in a time of hardship. Famine and whatnots have been on the rise.The little grasshopper's first stop in the city, was the city square. He figured that maybe the city square was somewhat like his village's meeting place. There, he found numerous personalities, and countless sights to behold. From there he could see rather tall buildings which made use of its surroundings to make great use of the sunlight. There were also other grasshoppers in the area, most of which, had a lot to do. Some were on their way to work, and some were just there being idle. He eventually found his way to one of the rather...friendlier looking grasshoppers.Little grasshopper asked him if there was anything he could do to help a village in need, to which the friendl
The Rocket Mushroom 2The Rocket Mushroom.Showing might to fight.The Fuel for doom...Was Sprite!A lemon-lime flavor,A sweet little endeavor.A taste you will savor,A drink to love forever.His Ambrosial-nessHe who needs notA single buttress.He will make you squat.When he is high,Your powers are nigh.He will attenuateand set you straight.He does not cadge,You are just complaisant.So what if you wear a badge?You aren't even adjacent.The Rocket mushroomPrepare, craven.Gloom will loom.There will be no haven.
Random RamblingsI sit alone,Waiting for a ring.I remember it allAs the feelings cling."Smile, sir!" the security guard said.Two ladies chatter beside me. I understand nothing. I sit alone as a keyboard plays in the background. I get my ipod and listen to a few random songs. I still hear everything, from the keyboard and the ladies beside me to the passers-by, yet I understand nothing.I didn't come here for any particular reason but I cant say I'm wasting time either. Sales people treat me like I'm a foreigner. They say I look like I'm from a different Asian country.Random ramblings of a man with nothing to do. I now sit on a different bench. No noisy ladies, no keyboard. Couples often come here, but I sit alone.It is as if "nothing" embodied me. Hell, even the faucet sensor doesn't recognize me. I can't say as much for the passers-by though. They look, they stare, they pass. I moved again, they bother me. I am now on my way to the other street, and I look back. I walk alone.