Hello, hello, hello. Yes, it's your favorite author back and writing. Since I love poetry, I'm UDing this story a lot more often. I can write this in school and not get in trouble *malicious grin*
Mistified~ haha I love writing poetry. It's a gorgeous art form and I really enjoy it. That poem was cute. I'm avoiding the Caleb subject. Here's a poem I wrote for you.
A poet is easy,
They're simple, you see,
I am a poet,
So take it from me.
It flows from your hands,
And drips onto the page,
It spills from your lips,
Never darkens from age.
You likes???
Mondie~ Whee mondie came back and reviewed for me :) My happiness knows no bounds. I'm excited. Hmm I think I shall write a poem for all my reviewers:
She skips down the path,
Towards the gorgeous sunset,
Her Mush on her right,
And Kid Blink on her left.
If dying together,
Content they would be.
Why this is so,
Is a mys'try to me.
Chelci~ hey Chel. ChelChel. Yes, that is you. I don't know why, I just had a sudden urge to give everyone nicknames, so yeah. Here's your poem, it's from Spot's point of view, NOT ME SO DON'T CONFUSE THAT, im not a lezbo. No offense to people who are.
Word of mouth,
Touch of hand,
Into a puddle,
A pile of sand.
Melting like this,
It's quite trouble-free,
Just give her a hot guy,
Like Kid Blink, or me.
Cards~ Thanks so much for the review! Umm….since I don't know you too well, you'll have a generalized poem, but its all for you.
I will confuse,
Confused will you be,
Confusion is easy,
Quite clear-cut, you see,
If I want you confused,
Then I'll say what I will,
Then you'll be confused,
Confused are you still?
Ok thanks to all my reviewers! Leave me something to rhyme about in a review, and I'll write you a poem. Ok? OK THEN. Onto the play.
Act One, Scene Two
*Mush skips out onto the stage in tights and a leotard. He's partially blushing, but he figures if that's what he has to do, then that's what he's going to do*
Mush: *very earnestly in his gorgeous voice*
This is just an announcement that I was asked to make before we start the play. Please don't kill Timber if the topic strays from newsies. Poetry is her passion, so just bare with us. Thank you
*Slowly, Spot, Blink, Caleb, TK, Shelldon, Skittery and Race file out onstage, all in fairly regular newsies attire. Mush scampers off stage*
Six Guys:
It was a fine life,
Carrying the banner was alright,
But we wanted more,
We asked the bright light,
We asked it to change,
To change what it would,
It was a big range,
But we figured it's good.
Boy, how we were wrong,
Things that once sat have now stood.
Things haunt us now,
Things that were good,
How can we arrange,
Arrange it to leave?
For help we will plead,
For mercy, oh please.
Watch as we struggle,
We struggle to live,
Oh what can we give?
To give to go home.
*they exit stage and Timber and Benji and Joel enter, Benji and Joel stand in the shadows while the spotlight is on Timber*
Timber:
A divine nature,
That divine plea,
Things I once had,
Have now fallen from me.
My brain will not grasp,
How much we have changed,
We put on a mask,
Pretend it's alright,
Soon all will fall,
We'll fall into night.
Oh divine nature,
Oh answer my plea.
*Benji and Joel are both dressed up in Newsies' costumes which terribly clash with their punk looks. They surround her like body guards, sensing danger near. Timber looks pissed at tries to push them away. They retreat to their corners. As soon as they leave, a darkness enters the stage and Timber is swept away screaming*
Benji: You stooge
Joel: We're screwed
Benji: What will we say?
Joel: What about Spot?
Benji: It's harder this way
Joel: He'll hurt us a lot
Benji: But tell him, we must
Joel: *forgetting to try to rhyme* Let's get it over with
REVIEWIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Mistified~ haha I love writing poetry. It's a gorgeous art form and I really enjoy it. That poem was cute. I'm avoiding the Caleb subject. Here's a poem I wrote for you.
A poet is easy,
They're simple, you see,
I am a poet,
So take it from me.
It flows from your hands,
And drips onto the page,
It spills from your lips,
Never darkens from age.
You likes???
Mondie~ Whee mondie came back and reviewed for me :) My happiness knows no bounds. I'm excited. Hmm I think I shall write a poem for all my reviewers:
She skips down the path,
Towards the gorgeous sunset,
Her Mush on her right,
And Kid Blink on her left.
If dying together,
Content they would be.
Why this is so,
Is a mys'try to me.
Chelci~ hey Chel. ChelChel. Yes, that is you. I don't know why, I just had a sudden urge to give everyone nicknames, so yeah. Here's your poem, it's from Spot's point of view, NOT ME SO DON'T CONFUSE THAT, im not a lezbo. No offense to people who are.
Word of mouth,
Touch of hand,
Into a puddle,
A pile of sand.
Melting like this,
It's quite trouble-free,
Just give her a hot guy,
Like Kid Blink, or me.
Cards~ Thanks so much for the review! Umm….since I don't know you too well, you'll have a generalized poem, but its all for you.
I will confuse,
Confused will you be,
Confusion is easy,
Quite clear-cut, you see,
If I want you confused,
Then I'll say what I will,
Then you'll be confused,
Confused are you still?
Ok thanks to all my reviewers! Leave me something to rhyme about in a review, and I'll write you a poem. Ok? OK THEN. Onto the play.
Act One, Scene Two
*Mush skips out onto the stage in tights and a leotard. He's partially blushing, but he figures if that's what he has to do, then that's what he's going to do*
Mush: *very earnestly in his gorgeous voice*
This is just an announcement that I was asked to make before we start the play. Please don't kill Timber if the topic strays from newsies. Poetry is her passion, so just bare with us. Thank you
*Slowly, Spot, Blink, Caleb, TK, Shelldon, Skittery and Race file out onstage, all in fairly regular newsies attire. Mush scampers off stage*
Six Guys:
It was a fine life,
Carrying the banner was alright,
But we wanted more,
We asked the bright light,
We asked it to change,
To change what it would,
It was a big range,
But we figured it's good.
Boy, how we were wrong,
Things that once sat have now stood.
Things haunt us now,
Things that were good,
How can we arrange,
Arrange it to leave?
For help we will plead,
For mercy, oh please.
Watch as we struggle,
We struggle to live,
Oh what can we give?
To give to go home.
*they exit stage and Timber and Benji and Joel enter, Benji and Joel stand in the shadows while the spotlight is on Timber*
Timber:
A divine nature,
That divine plea,
Things I once had,
Have now fallen from me.
My brain will not grasp,
How much we have changed,
We put on a mask,
Pretend it's alright,
Soon all will fall,
We'll fall into night.
Oh divine nature,
Oh answer my plea.
*Benji and Joel are both dressed up in Newsies' costumes which terribly clash with their punk looks. They surround her like body guards, sensing danger near. Timber looks pissed at tries to push them away. They retreat to their corners. As soon as they leave, a darkness enters the stage and Timber is swept away screaming*
Benji: You stooge
Joel: We're screwed
Benji: What will we say?
Joel: What about Spot?
Benji: It's harder this way
Joel: He'll hurt us a lot
Benji: But tell him, we must
Joel: *forgetting to try to rhyme* Let's get it over with
REVIEWIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!