…
Stones Rolling.
Him.
..You will come to a place where the streets are not marked.
Some windows are lighted. But mostly they’re dark.
A place that could sprain both elbow and chin!
Do you dare to stay out? Do you dare to go in?
How much can you lose? How much can you win?
And IF you should go in,should you turn left or right…
or right-and-three-quaters? Or maybe not quite?
Or go around and back and sneak from behind?
Simple it’s not, I’m afraid you will find,
for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind.
You can get so confused
that you’ll start in to race
down long and wiggled roads at a break-necking pace
and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space,
headed, I fear, toward a most usless place
The Waiting Place…
…for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or waiting around for a Yes or a No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.
Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for their uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting..
(Oh, the places you’ll go - Dr.Seuss)
…
From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one
As she stared in my eyes and smiled
For her lips were the colour of the roses
That grew down the river, all bloody and wild
When he knocked on the door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand
He wiped at the tears that ran down my face
On the third day he took me to the river
He showed me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word
As he stood smiling above me with a rock in his fist
…
now yes.
We don’t have prom queens and kings in the place where i live Every Single One is a King and a Queen, don’t get me wrong i’m not judging just explaining.
As not that enthusiastic person i would say prom night is … c*ap ? How the things work.. you are screaming one year before over a stupid dress you are gonna wear once, then you are screaming about who will do your make-up and can you book the artist, then again screaming about the hair do,heels,clutches bla bla. I have/had a perfect dress and everything i want/wanted so as my partner But as normal people and wait a second, No one is screaming about money. People are spending the money they don’t have (if you know wat i mean) to please their needy children.We are splurging on stuff that matter but not that much. Oh excuse me if you are a complex-ed parent and your girl is a little princes. I’ll say it again, don’t get me wrong i have/had everything i need/ed but all that kjdhfkfhkashdahsdkajh excitement For what? To get drunk and do stupid things? That’s SICK and RETARDED ! I mean come on you don’t say “hi” to your classmate and now all of a sudden you’re best friends not to say forever.Please.And that “a friendly get away with the generation” ?! I am not / I didn’t go from personal reasons but ..yet. Maybe is it the sea? True, im the one who’s wrong,sea is what matters.
Say that i am romantic a bloody dreamer .. whatever but there are more important nights when no make-up, no hair done is needed is just you and the person you love ..by the river..or anyplace you want .. for you two to be Happy !
