Justin Bieber Xx

On 24^th of February 2013.

I will be going to see my future husband Justin Bieber and I know for a fact I will be the one less lonely girl. 

He is my world, so perfect and amazing. In 6 years time I will be called Mrs Hannah Mcgimpsey Bieber. He will sing to me and fall in love with me, I have already fell in love with him.  I am his number 1 Belieber and I have most definitely got Bieber fever. I love Justin Drew Bieber!

I got the tickets 6^th of July. It took a while to get the them but I finally got them. It was worth the wait. I was excited and worried to get the tickets. I will be sitting on the lower tear.

I was extremely happy and I cant wait until the concert.  There is only 213 days to wait and when the day finally comes I will have the best night of my life!

funny poem x

                               My puppy punched me in the eye.

My puppy punched me in the eye. My rabbit whacked my ear. My ferret gave a frightful cry and roundhouse kicked my rear. My lizard flipped me upside down. My kitten kicked my head. My hamster slammed me to the ground and left me nearly dead. So my advice? Avoid regrets; no matter what you do, don't ever let your family pets take lessons in kung fu. --Kenn Nesbitt

sad poem x

Sad In Blue (a lyric)

Sad sad sad in blue
For sad sad sad you
The moon is all bluish tonight
The night is all dark out side
Nowhere to run
Sad sad sad in blue

Into the night hold me tight
Love me babe I need some light
What's wrong and what's right
When shadows dwell and abide

Sad sad sad in blue
For sad sad sad you
The moon is all bluish tonight
Is there some star shoot in sight
To wish upon
For sad sad sad you

Into the night take a flight
Feelings, touch, everything out sight
Love me with feelings ok
Come come babe now closer stay

Sad sad sad in blue
For sad sad sad you
The moon is all bluish tonight
Is there some star shoot in sight
To wish upon
For sad sad sad you 

Peter S. Quinn

Free choice poem :)

I was at your concert last night.
the room was so big, the mood was so right.
There I was in my 3rd row seat
wishing so bad that we could just meet.

Your music was playing so loud
but you chose me out of the crowd.
You smiled and gave me a wink.
I didn’t want to move not even blink.

We shared a moment
it was ours and we owned it.
You are the only one in my heart
please say you’re willing to play that part.

You walked off the stage and gave me one last look
I knew right then my heart you had took.
It was such a special night
I wanted to have you hold me tight.

For that moment we were together
frozen in time frozen forever.
I hope you remember me too
for one day Justin Bieber I will marry you.

--Britanny.

I Hear Voices...

And from the graves, where names were carved in
stone, came a mournful Ballad, of life gone by.

A Ballad sang by mothers, whose children left behind,
and left to sing their ballads, of tears that did remain.

And what of Fathers Ballad, whose job was not complete,
who died and sang his song, of things that could not be.

In a smaller voices, still weeping and confused, the children
sang their Ballad, of parents never knew.

And in some far off place, a Ballad did come fourth, of all
the deaths that happened, that wasn't meant to be.

A soldiers painful Ballad, did seemed so unjust, of the
war that finally killed him, in a land he never knew.

The Ballad, of unknown, thou human, none the less,
were buried here alone, with not a one to care.

In the quiet of a cemetery morn, the Ballad of
the dead, echoes silently across green grass,
and through the granite stones.

It makes one wonder, about the Ballad of the dead,
and what will be our song...when we are finally gone.


--Joe Fazio 

poem x

AQUARIUM 

by: Maurice Maeterlinck

Now my desires no more, alas,

Summon my soul to my eyelids' brink,

For with its prayers that ebb and pass

It too must sink,

 

To lie in the depth of my closéd eyes;

Only the flowers of its weary breath

Like icy blooms to the surface rise,

Lilies of death.

 

Its lips are sealed, in the depths of woe,

And a world away, in the far-off gloom,

They sing of azure stems that grow

A mystic bloom.

 

But lo, its fingers--I have grown

Pallid beholding them, I who perceive

Them traces the marks its poor unblown

Lost lilies leave.

 

And I know it must die, for its hour is o'er;

Folding its impotent hands at last,

Hands too weary to pluck any more

The flowers of the past!

The Rainbow

after summer's rain
God's promise is remembered
glorious rainbow

-Gen.