The Forgotten Land

Monday, July 30, 2007

These is for someone i know. You if you are reading this i hope that you'll like it. Cherries pink and yummy to taste. It's a fruit so it's rather good for the body. Anyway i love cherries but now that i'm older i guess all the cherries have to be given to Gabby during birthday parties. Lol. To think i was the one who ate them all in the past during my birthday. I wonder who was the greedy pig who ate all my birthday cake cherries during K1, birthday Boy without any cherries what has the world become. Young pigs... Who well it's stupid to chase after a matter that has happened over 10 years ago. Infact i think it's almost 16 or 17 years ago. Lol. Anyway enjoy this poem,BX.

Cherries

One night
She brought me cherries
She left them on my doorstep

In the morning
The sun revealed them
Dew glistened like a myriad gems
Birds warbled somewhere nearby
A squirrel scampered by
A rabbit nibbled at the clover on the lawn
But no creature dared touch
The cherries

I looked in the bowl
Each cherry like a beating heart
Which one mine?
Which one hers?

I’m not much for eating
It took awhile
But when I bit into that first cherry
I knew there was no turning back

After posting this poem i was in the mood for writting a poem of my own. Lol. I wonder if it's good. It's just a thought all of a sudden filled with what i've thought over the years. Anyway here is my 5 min of fame writting this poem. Enjoy.. No title.... Maybe if i make it good enough i'll put a title to give is a position.

Flowers blossom under the bright yellow sun,
Trees grow reaching for the deep blue sky,
People racing to beat the time,
Trying hard to touch the stars.

Time was wasted when we're young,
Young where stress is never near,
Youthful days of blissful ignorance,
Stress was something never heard.

Playing around both boys and girls,
Never thinking of gender terms,
Fun was all we think about,
Laughting till the Sun goes down.

Now we're older, more matured,
Laughter is fake knives flying in the air,
Pain and tears is how i feel,
when i talk and trust in you.

Only some have earned the trust,
Those were the ones who laughted with you,
Cried with you and prayed for you, those are friends worthy of your trust,
Friends who will surely last.

Time has passed and people crosses path,
Flowers blossom at first sight making people stuck side by side,
Certainly sometimes there wil be wrath,
But still unto God we must abide.

Well this is the end. Nitez everybody. Gotta sleep.

Shannon

and the frost fell...
those glassy crystal orbs... Shannon left a note @
10:38 pm

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Monday, July 30, 2007