A Poem By Kassady // 3/22/2013

On silver winds that blow softly,
That twist and turn neatly,
Of sweet smelling odors,
And acrobatic floaters,
I will fly about.

As if summoned,
As if told,
As if he knew,
That I was leaving,
As if he loved me,
Once more.

Luckily I love,
Luckily I'm loved,
And oh with luck,
At my side,
I'll face my foes.
In battle fight,
For liberty and love,
Life, and luck,
are what I fight with,
Life and luck,
Is what I live,fight, die for.

Nervously glances,
Numerous times,
Do you see me watching?
Is he watching me?
Should I be afraid?
Or just wary?
What a dark, mysterious figure,
Sitting alone in the middle row,
Intentions unknown.

Oh of productivity,
The pride in everyday,
And in peace I find sanity,
From work and play.
The busy bee,
Working Away,
Doth make the honey.
From good time choices do not stray,
Laziness can kill,
Nothing comes from nothing.
Pray do not be still,
Do something.
For success in any size,
Is the greatest prize.


Intentions unknown I

Intentions unknown

I looooooooooove that line so super much.

And I really liked #2.

Madeline | Sat, 03/30/2013

everything was better when/you would call and I'd be like/yeah babe, no way


Thank you very much for reading.. I know these poems didn't really have good rhythm so, thank you for reading!

Kassady | Mon, 04/01/2013

"Here's looking at you, Kid"
Write On!


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