Fierce anger consumes my mind
as I think of the time you abused my mime.
How could you treat him like an animal
when he's a harmless actor in this cruel, cruel world?

You tripped him and then you stole his black beret.
You dowsed his shirt in red Kool-Aid.
I'll never forgive you for what you did at that time.
When you thought it'd be funny to hurt my mime.

God wove a web of loveliness
Of clouds and stars and birds
But made not anything at all
So beautiful as words
~Anna Hempstead Branch

We are all pencils in the hand of God
~Mother Teresa

God’s teeming creation that frustrates and delights me…far exceeds anything I could make up
~Janie B. Cheaney

Literature is the art of writing something that will be read twice
~Cyril Connoly

P.S. my families great! :)

Something funny I wrote up its probly really wierd. but who cares :)

A busy family…
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Caleb’s whining, Colten's drumming,
Sarah’s typing, I’m doing something…
Mom’s stressed; dad’s trying to rest…
In the middle of this big mess
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Dishes piling, mess is bad.
Movie’s done, we’re going to bed.

During the middle of a fine rich dinner in London.

Music is softly playing in the background and two older couple are eating a fine dinner.

Note: Based on a true story.

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Sometimes I like to take a peak at “Behind the Scenes”
Grab the remote and some popcorn and sit myself down
But usually I end up getting very disappointed…
And sit there for a while just staring with a frown.
I find out my favorite character is a thick-headed loser
The gal he falls in love with is really a brunette –
The director of this grand movie is just a lazy snoozer

Dearest Ofailia,

There is one thing I have learned throughout my life, and that is, do not leave a cup full of any liquid out in the open for more than five seconds when a bunch of friends are around you. You see, there could be trouble, and that there was. This, my friend, is coming from personal experience. Take my advice.

Well hi! It’s me, your awesome and good ol’ pal
Wait… you don’t even know me… well introduce myself, I shall!
My name is Whatsit, and I dunno what to write,
But I am good at playing marbles, and flying a kite.

If ye ever need help now an’ then, writin’ a poem
Just gimme a call at 180-LOST – that’s my number at home.

Fire, fire, everywhere!
On the ground and in the air!
They insist they aren't crazy 'bout fire;
But then I call them, liar, liar!

Josh, then Jon are first on the scale,
Then Hannah, little "Miss Skinny
as a Rail."
Steve is the next Pyro under this roof;
I sure like my big stepdad goof.

Beth is not real insane 'bout fire;
But mostly, you doan wanna raise her ire.