Some random poem of mine?

Title:If I Could
If I could flutter like a bird,
I would fly to you.
And offer my wings,
To your wounded back.

If my life is transient like a flower,
I’ll be in full bloom by your side,
And after seeing you smile,
I’ll fall alone, quietly.

If I could flow like the wind,
I would reach out toyou.
If I could shine like a moon,
I would keep my light on you .

I’ll be anything,
If it can stop you from being seized with fear,
And stop those tears from flowing.

Literature is mostly about having sex and not much about having children. Life is the other way round.

David Lodge

hahahas, found this on a web xD

-zoey

i can too write

Since people don't believe I can write, here is some (hopefully convincing) evidence. (If not, I'll just show you guys a copy of Seedlings on Thursday.)

(From a collection I am currently writing)

XVIII.

like a secret glance at a cherished classmate
who sits too far away
to be singed by ardour

like the whisper of thoughts
as a muggy morning rests itself
heavily on your mind

like the incandescence in your eyes
once the pieces click into place
after much talking
after much writing
after so much

like the minutes that steal you away
- slowly
and then too fast -

you are so quiet in class

(c)MsStraaten.2009:)

curses!

This is a test post. Since this is a test post, I do not need to talk sense. Perhaps I need to talk dollars. Better still, I should talk like Shakespeare. Thou hast no idea what mine intentions of starting this little online soiree are... Prithee, my good friends, lend me thine ears, and I shall begin such a song of wonder and excitement that...

(Ok, your eyes are either closing by now, or goggling in bewilderment. :D)