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.
Wishful ThinkingI'd get really excited each timeSeeing you was possible.I'd dress up so much, it was a crime,And nothing would make it impossible.People always surrounded you.You were such a catch,I wanted a couple of clues,Hoping you and I were a match.I'd often find you staring.But then again, you would too.My eyes were on you, looking,Thinking that "hey, it could be true"!
So?So..what if I told youThat dark skies turn blueWhenever you're around?My line of sight and soundIntensifies for which I've found.You look so beautiful today.And that's not to say,That you don't on any other day,Its just that I hate it when you're away.There...I admitted it, okay?I wish there was no one elseBut that's just the way it is, oh well.I'll live in a prison cell,Go through heaven and hell,Just because its for you that I fell.I'm doing my best you know?Yet its like I'm such an easy throw.My happiness has been on such a low,That if you whack me with a bow,You'll find my heart six feet below.But it'll find its way back.Its not hope that I lack,Its the truths in fact.I've tons of chances lined up on the rack,But for now, I'll hit the sack.