EVEN еще Аниме

so, here are a couple еще old poems i dug up and decided to post. the first is one that came out of a period of intense creativity (ah if only i had the time nowadays). the секунда was a creative Письмо assignment that i never got around to finishing, so i apologize if the end is a bit abrupt. once again, any feedback is greatly appreciated :).

stargazing

i dream in broad daylight
of an old front porch swing
where i sit cradling my guitar
singing Ты a song
while your paintbrush splashes sunbeams
across my upturned face

paint drips
in радуга rivulets
down your sun-kissed skin
your eyes are filled with...

My relationship with Ты resembles a chess game with two players, I can never predict what Ты will do and should never get Остаться в живых in distraction. Something about the game of chess is Ты must pick your own strategy and not allow your opponent to distract you. Ты should never make a Переместить based on predictions, based on what Переместить Ты opponent will make, otherwise in the end when Ты must revert to your own strategy Ты will be trapped.

I cannot read your mind. I cannot help but wonder what Переместить Ты will make...what is your strategy? Are your emotions genuine? или are they based on how pretty my...

"when ever I try 2 forget u. U Never let me Happen 2 forget U ! I dont know why U always do - Let me always Remind U !" I Remember, U make me SMILE when ever I m CRY. I Remember, U make me CRAZY when ever new think's I TRY!" I see ur smile in my MIRROR. I listen ur words in my EAR. Please just leave me alone for FOREVER !" U just think about Ur self , Ur life ! U just think about ur work, Ur Pride ! What about me I m Nowhere & u also just dont CARE !! " I still Remember that день when U say " I have to go !" I say " Please dont go , I Need U !" & u say "My country Need me еще than...

Sophia was not like ordinary children. She did not run as fast, nor dress the same, или even live in the same kind of house. In fact, Sophia was never a child inside from the age of five. On the eve of her fifth birthday, she had gone to bed, as weary and happy as ever, but, unlike most children of age five, she did not have peaceful dreams of Бабочки and Феи all in a meadow together. In truth, she had a terrible nightmare, one that should not come to children of that age.
She dreamt of a bus, not a school bus, или one that people use to get off and on again and again, but a black, shiny...