what d'ya think so far?

oooh its oso sweet!! i love it some one with your talent should be related to me!...wanna be in my online fam??

I love it!! really cool. keep writing.
pm me when ever, I wanna keep reading it

luv it

Want to marry. =).....

it's really god. What's the title?

The Sun
John Drinkwater

I told the Sun that i was glad,
I'm sure i don't know why;
Somehow the pleasant way he had
Of shining in the sky,
Just put a notion in my head
That wouldn't it be fun
If, walking on the hill, I said
"I'm happy" to the Sun.


A Bird
Emily Dickinson

A bird came down the walk:
He did not know i saw;
He bit an angleworm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw.

And then he drank a dew
From a convenient grass,
And then hoped sidewise to the wall
To let a beetle pass.

Gipsy Jane
William Brighty Rands

She had corn flowers in hear ear
As she came up the lane;
"What may be your name, my dear?"
"o, sir, Gipsy Jane."

"You are berry-brown, my dear."
"That, sir, well may be;
For i live more than half the year,
under tent or tree."

Shine, Sun! blow, Wind!
Fall gently, Rain!
The year's declined; be soft and kind,
Kind to Gipsy Jane.

I love this poem, it really sums up how I felt when I was bullied at school.

Fight Like A Girl <3

Little girl alone on the playground
Tired of gettin' teased and gettin' pushed around
Wishin' she was invisible to them
She ran home cryin'
"Why do they hate me?"
And Mama wiped the tears and said
"Baby, you're brave and you're beautiful."

So, hold your head high.
Don't ever let 'em define
The light in your eyes.
Love yourself, give them Hell.

You can take on this world.
You just stand and be strong
And then

FIGHT LIKE A GIRL

winter scene
By: A.R. Ammons

Ther is now not a single
leaf on the cherry tree:

Except when the jay
plummets in, lights, and,

in pure clarity, squalls:
then every branch

Quivers and
breaks out in blue leaves.

This world of dew
By: Issa
This world of dew
is only a world of dew
- And yet...

(music is poetry as well.)
Hotel Paper
Michelle Branch
Album: Hotel paper
i write mostly on hotel paper.
knowing that my thoughts will never leave this room.
i'd be out of line telling you to leave her.
so i lie, lonely surrounded by you, by you, oh!
lately i can't be happy for no one.
and they think that i need some time to myself.
i tried to smile but i can't remember, and i know tomorrow there'll be nothing else.
and i, i wanted to be, giving you everything, that she's not giving.
and i, i wanted to see cuz i didn't believe what i'd been hearing. ooh.
you turned out to be more than i bargained for,
and i can't tell the unique to get away.
forgive me, if i admit that i'd love to, love you,
and we both realized we were to late. ooh!
and i, i wanted to be, givin you everything that she's not giving,
and i, i wanted to see, cuz i didn't believe what i'd been hearing.
maybe this wind blowing in just came from the ocean.
ooh.
i write mostly on hotel paper.

they say you can't believe in wat you can't see.
but i believe. because even if my eyes can't see.
my heart can see.
i believe there's always more.
more than the hurt,
more than the pain,
more than the suffering of man.
there is love. and only innocent love.
love that is pure and naive.
for it is gods wish.
to love.