writing is my passion. This is the way that I can let the world see it. please comment and give me feedback. Thanks! ~Quinn (A.K.A Flywriter)
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Thought of the day
I realized why I don't like phone conversations, it's because when you talk face to face if you don't like how the conversation is going you can make up an excuse and walk away. with phones it's hard to do that.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Smiling (snippet from a story in the works)
It's like her face was meant for smiling
she looked so comfortable doing it
and her eyes didn't squint,
little lines didn't form on her forehead
she was meant to smile
her face looked best that way
she looked so comfortable doing it
and her eyes didn't squint,
little lines didn't form on her forehead
she was meant to smile
her face looked best that way
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Time
Time won't stop it won't slow down
the hands on the clock will always go around
you might wish for it to come a little faster
or wish it would last a little longer
but time is the only thing that will never go away
unlike your bad mood or a rainy day
as other things come and go
time stays alive and is always there
even if you can't see it in the air
but time will never stop
so don't you dare
try to stop time
because it's always there
the hands on the clock will always go around
you might wish for it to come a little faster
or wish it would last a little longer
but time is the only thing that will never go away
unlike your bad mood or a rainy day
as other things come and go
time stays alive and is always there
even if you can't see it in the air
but time will never stop
so don't you dare
try to stop time
because it's always there
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Thought of the day
It is kind of nice to be sick.
My brain is too occupied to think about anything else
than being sick
My brain is too occupied to think about anything else
than being sick
Tuesday
Tuesday
The fog hung heavy in the air
The mist gathered around in an uneasy blanket
The cats dashed under the porch,
scared of something
that was nothing
a low fog horn sounded
but no one noticed
silence
whispers
creaks
an overcast sky made for melancholy moods
one person on the sidewalk
soon took notice of the
empty
lonely
earth
which felt good
in an interesting way
The weeping willow tree sat still
waiting
waiting
waiting
for nothing
the world is serene
Tuesday
The fog hung heavy in the air
The mist gathered around in an uneasy blanket
The cats dashed under the porch,
scared of something
that was nothing
a low fog horn sounded
but no one noticed
silence
whispers
creaks
an overcast sky made for melancholy moods
one person on the sidewalk
soon took notice of the
empty
lonely
earth
which felt good
in an interesting way
The weeping willow tree sat still
waiting
waiting
waiting
for nothing
the world is serene
Tuesday
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Rainbow
Rainbows are a smile from the sky to your face
the colors splash beams of light on you
you can try to reach the end
but you will be trying forever
because the rainbow will always run away
he is a trickster
which is the start which is the end
will you ever reach it?
Do they ever go away or are they always there
but you just don't know
do they come in sun or rain
are they sweet or evil
the biggest mystery
a rainbow
the colors splash beams of light on you
you can try to reach the end
but you will be trying forever
because the rainbow will always run away
he is a trickster
which is the start which is the end
will you ever reach it?
Do they ever go away or are they always there
but you just don't know
do they come in sun or rain
are they sweet or evil
the biggest mystery
a rainbow
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