Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Creations
She was a young girl
Butterfly wings sprouted from her back
Her golden hair she brushed
And it seemed like she gave off purple pixie-dust
Spinning around
Was a silver crown
It flew away and
I'm afraid I will never see it again
Imagination
Oh it surrounds me
All my creations are coming to life before my eyes
Oh what a pleasant surprise
A candle looked me in the eye
It whispered in my ear, so gently
"I will show you something beautiful
I f you dare to be different
The world around you pays no heed to
Doesn't want to listen to
Never even knows of
Imagination
Oh it surrounds me
All my creations are coming to life before my eyes
Oh what a pleasant surprise
The cupcake asked me if I would like some tea
The unicorn swiftly carried me
Across a meadow filled with fairies
You may say it's just mere foolishness
But you don't know a thing
Because you have no
You have no
Oh you have no
Imagination
Oh it surrounds me
all my creations are coming to life before my eyes
Oh what a pleasant surprise
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Fluent Random
The taxi arrives, and as the couple walk out of the house, the cat scoots back in.
Terry returns inside to chase it out. Brenda, not wanting it known that the house would be empty, explains to the taxi driver, 'My husband is just going upstairs to say goodbye to my mother.'
Several minutes later, an exhausted Terry arrives and climbs back into the taxi saying, 'Sorry I took so long, the stupid idiot was hiding under the bed and I had to poke her with a coat hanger several times before I could get her to come out!'
Monday, August 24, 2009
Marvelous Things
I woke the dawn, saw horses growing out the lawn
I glimpsed a bat with butterfly wings
Oh what marvelous things
Dark night
Hold tight
And sleep tight, my baby
Morning light shall burst bright and keep us here safely
I followed a rabbit through rows of mermaid entwined shrubbery
Oh what marvelous things but they are
They are
They are giving me the creeps
Dark night
Hold tight
and sleep tight my baby
Morning light shall burst bright and keep us here safely
Oh....lying in the sun
Everyfay feeling all the magic of life
You might find the wonder
Monday, June 29, 2009
American Dream by Switchfoot
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Napkins
Yes, I do. Shhhh, don't tell anyone! I'm too young to go to prison!
Oh! Then Ana and I left the book store and went to sit at a table in front of Chipotle. Because, apparently, her mom was on her way (which, as we found out an hour later, wasn't true). We were just sitting there, singing, not really taking notice of the table next to us. At that table, there was a group of mabye six people, all wearing bright green and bright yellow. One guy had a yellow shirt with a green scarf, one had a green shirt and intense green eyes, one lady had a green sweater with yellow earrings, etc. You get the picture. They were all leaning over their table. Every few minutes, someone new would walk up (wearing green and yellow, of course) and be greeted and welcome by the rest. Every once and a while, one would walk away from the group and begin talking in low tones on a cell phone. More people came. And more. Soon there were at least fifteen people, and they had surrounded our table as well by this time. And get this: they all looked Arabic or Persian (Hey, I'm not racist, I'm Arabic myself). So Ana and I took to calling them the Persian Terrorists. Soon, they all split up and left in different directions. They're gone, right? Not. Soon they began to pass us seperately or in pairs. After much discussion, Ana and I came to the conclusion that they were spies and we had come too close to discovering their secret, so now they were following us. Then, as they began to regroup at their table again, Ana'a mom finally came, and we ran to the car, safe and alive. So be careful if you go to the Spectrum wearing green or yellow. They may think you're one of them. Or maybe you already are...