Valentine's Day FairFrom high up aboveThe laughter will pealAs Ande and IsaacRide the ferry wheel.Joshua and EmmyOn the Hurricane flyWhile Nikki tries desperatelyTo catch Emmy’s eye.Donovan and NikkiAre just too reluctant to sayThat they want someone, tooOn Valentine’s Day.
Ferox's AdorationAdoration for the father I wanted to love meAdoration when my brother comforted meAdoration of the stories that led me through the nightAdoration to the little sister that needed meAdoration for the one that watched over me from aboveAdoration for the gift I was givenAdoration for the company of my siblings in a time of needAdoration for my sister’s happinessAdoration for my brother’s braveness as he runs to his deathAdoration for my new familyAdoration for my greatest friendAdoration to the child that showed me the truthAdoration for the person that gave me a chance to leadAdoration for my peopleAdoration the place where I first saw herAdoration for the people that brought us closer togetherAdoration for the love she gave meAdoration for Azalea
The Dinner of My Dreams It was one of the greatest nights of my life. Having two of my favorite authors, C.S. Lewis and Charles Dickens, and my favorite painter, Vincent Van Gogh, in the same room with me was beyond thrilling. Charles was the life of the party, taking up the conversations with such wonderful stories and jokes, during which Jack and Vincent chimed in several times with a laugh or a funny story of their own. As things settled down, though, my guests went on to have a series of intellectual debates and conversations. I could barely keep up with them. They were all so smart, and so glad to be sociable. I was happy just to lean back and watch while they spoke. Somehow I knew they would interact so well. I guess that’s why I invited those three specifically. I made sure to prepare an interesting meal for them to try. In the end, I decided to barbeque ribs. And what a funny sight it was, to see them staring down at their plates, a little
Time FliesIt seems so long ago,though only a few years have passedsince I was a child.I may still be young,but, as my mind grows older,I find I’m not the same as I was before.Once I was so little that I didn’t carewhat people thought of meor that I played by myself.There also was a time that I was afraidof how the world viewed meand of what I was expected to be.But now I seethat I observe the worldmore than I’ve ever been seen, myself.But who knows?Time flies.I may be noticed yet.