Boing, boing bounce your lips, your beautiful bouncy trampoline lips Oh to jump through the clouds from those bouncy pouncing lips Better hang – too much torque will fling all
Author: Sarah
Lemon juice and regular table salt remove strong odors like fish smells When your cutting boards and hands smell like fish after cooking, put salt on a lemon wedge and
The key to reading poetry is to wear it like a glove. I know it’s a cliché to say but sometimes the things worth repeating don’t sound so great at
Mistaking the sun for the moon, walking through the crags, we cast rocks into space and grasp at stars. Mistaking burned feet for a lunar glow, bleeding from major and
I was walking after class in the warmth And he spoke to me like old times, it felt so good The world is beautiful inside and out Happiness and hope
Hackneyed words and other commonalties Great Greek God piercing the sky with his lightening bolts Ooggling their goodies with our desperate eyes Cookies stuck to the pan because we didn’t
She peers into her crystal ball and pricks a pin into her voodoo doll All the while her ravens squawking at her looming teacher and warlock Oh what a thrill
Taking a simple walk The smell of sand and rocks Uneven terrain, cracked pavement, trampled grass Why walk when you can run? Why run when you can fly? But don’t
My arm is on my lap. I am stuck in a place that has no restraints. I am waiting in a line in a crowded cafeteria impatient and worrisome. Do