willowwind
This is my awful blog. I don't know what a blog is, so I'm posting random ideas. Laugh all you want
Well, what do you know
Another blog entry, regarding many things.
First off, Conifer, why is your page blank? Or is it just my imagination?
Second: HOLA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Third: Krad, I've a plan, for you to make a plan regarding Tanni and Nianna's plan-making!
Fourth: Oh, wait, what did I just say?
Fifth: Hello to all the people here that I know.
I haven't been on for a long time. And I'm not planning to either, now that school started. Maybe, I don't know.
The Sea
Lya inspired me. Actually, Lya's words inspired me. But most of my poems are because Lya's words inspired me. I don't know why I wrote this though. I kind of...um...resent the sea. No offense, Conifer.
I look down to watch,
And I see, I see you.
Lapping the shore gently,
Blue and gray and emerald green,
Sweeping onto the children’s feet,
Tickling their toes,
Making them smile.
You bring joy along with the shells,
That wash up on the smooth sand.
As the sun gets lower, you get stronger.
You roar up to their knees.
They run to you and jump,
Giggling as you splash at them.
The little ones laugh as they play besides you,
Giving you holes to fill.
But it is late, and they must go,
You watch as they wave goodbye.
You carry the in last of the boats,
Boats who were drowsing on your back.
You toss them up high, urging them in,
For there is danger alone on the sea.
And as the last light goes,
You reach high in the air,
As if to bring back the rays,
The rays of laughter.
But you must wait.
And you are lonely,
For there is no one but you and me.
And I stare down at you,
On your swelling black surface,
And you smile,
And you try to touch me.
I look down to watch,
And I see, I see you.
Lapping the shore gently,
Blue and gray and emerald green,
Sweeping onto the children’s feet,
Tickling their toes,
Making them smile.
You bring joy along with the shells,
That wash up on the smooth sand.
As the sun gets lower, you get stronger.
You roar up to their knees.
They run to you and jump,
Giggling as you splash at them.
The little ones laugh as they play besides you,
Giving you holes to fill.
But it is late, and they must go,
You watch as they wave goodbye.
You carry the in last of the boats,
Boats who were drowsing on your back.
You toss them up high, urging them in,
For there is danger alone on the sea.
And as the last light goes,
You reach high in the air,
As if to bring back the rays,
The rays of laughter.
But you must wait.
And you are lonely,
For there is no one but you and me.
And I stare down at you,
On your swelling black surface,
And you smile,
And you try to touch me.
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