Kagome-And-Gaara

Twitter Poem 1 The ocean sways/ almost laughing/ in my ears/ miles away/ you hear the same/ our hearts yearning/ for time/ to bring us/ together Twitter Poem 4 her voice paints/stories through song/dancing in your ears/as you sway to the picturemusic/she is an artist/painting her world with sound Twitter Poem 5 I float slowly to earth/ bringing childwonder to everyone/ painting the world white/ and bringing the joy of warm fires and hot cocoa Twitter Poem 6 winters icy hold loosens/ and flowers start to bloom/ giving the world a new day/ one with colors and life/ instead of white and death Twitter Poem 7 arms flailing/ heart pounding/ won

her name is Mona but to me I call her mama today is the day that we have just met and already I know she loves me she kept me safe and let me grow until today when I get to come out and say hello at first it was scary loud and bright I cried for her but then I felt her arms around me I knew I was alright she cries with joy and kisses my head and whispers something to me ‘welcome to the world Shelby I love you’

Daphne talks bad about everyone behind their backs but to their faces she puts on a silent sneer she says she doesn’t understand why no one talks to her but everyone knows she does she says she doesn’t care if people don’t like her but her attitude never changes everyone wishes she would just leave and never come back some try and be nice but it always seems to blow up in their faces she judges people but hates to be judged herself she got no one to lean on because she wont let anyone lean on her she is alone

Mona waits anxiously with her fingers tapping on the sink her breathe is held and her thoughts race of David Winchester and what he will think will he be happy or angry with the test her mind is restless with possibilities is she ready to be a mother and to have someone else’s persons life depend on her Mona is scared of if she is cut out for this her heart aches and she feels sick for the third time this morning two more minutes remain until she will allow herself to look two more agonizing minutes until her whole world could be flipped upside down she wants to ignore it completely and walk away but she knows it won’t solve anyth

walking down a busy road knowing that they’re staring but a smile stays on my face I don’t care what they think I’ve got my cat and my day is good so what if he rides on my head it’s where he likes to sit so what if I’m different it works for me and it works for my cat so stare people because I will not change for you

bodies twining together in passion a tongue sneaks out to wet those lips full and pout and kissable always soft and plump tinted red like a coke bottle I trace the bottom with my thumb as she sighs beautifully she whimperbegs my name as I take her lips again with my own softly at first then the pressure builds our lips dance the time old dance as we begin the prelude to the night

icy fingers of death reaching for the ground and escaping through the cracks of the sea ice above half a day is all it takes to end its long journey to the dark deep ocean floor starfish and urchins alike succumb to its terror cold chilled demise too slow to escape their fate swirling tunnel of brine a deadly beauty to behold

kissing lovingly up to the jaw and down to the collarbone breathing in the scent that’s his nuzzling a nose under his chin smiling as he moans when giving love bites licking over the pale skin of his neck laying a kiss to his adam’s apple tucking close in safe and secure here in the place that is known as home

my grandmother would smoke cigarettes while cross-stitching pictures on the screened porch of her Florida condo drinking her coffee with milk as I play in my room with the many pipe cleaners she bought me while eating carrots and waiting for the rain to  stop the smell of rain and salt water in the air on that last Florida trip

The year I turned 9, I saw the Lord of the Rings. It was the first time I ever saw Orlando Bloom in anything. He was the elf, Legolas, and was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. It began a decade of admiring and daydreaming. The year I turned 16, I gave my heart to my first serious boyfriend. It was funny, cute, and a great kisser. That same year we fought and broke up over the phone. I sat on my bedroom floor crying the rest of the night. The year I turned 15, my grandmother made a cake. It was the most delicious thing I had ever tasted. Strawberries, Angel food cake, whipped cream, and more. I make it every time strawberries come in