Journey to the lost city

Slunking vishtusly about the dreepy forest
Inspectanating victouslyt of the flownters
Tripunnping over the roots protruding frout the dirt
Expracion was visible on their countenance
Listening to the sinireepy noises that resechoed through the tree tops
Finally a glistinient beam of light
Spranting faster than ever puving through the scrushb
Fresh air bellushed him in the face
The astonzing view of the aged City repulsed him
He regretted ever going to look for the city
Now for the treturous journey back

What we are

Reading makes us sleepy
Thinking makes our brains hurt
But there always will be that one thing
That one strength
That will not tire us out until
The urge to burry ourselves in the ground comes
That thing is ourselves
It is our lives
The memories and thoughts
The thing that we all love the most
Our dislikes and of course buttons
Everything that We are
And that describes us
Is part of who we are and
It is that one thing that we will
Never lose with time
Or fade like old memories do
It is our being
It is the limbs of our body or
Our beating heart
It is the writing that comes from within us

Acrostic: Sleeping

Safaris across the world
Living dreams in a matter of time
Eclipses being watched over
Egypt while floating down the Nile
Puzzles of life being solved while
Intimately snuggling up with your
New teddy bear
Giggling and snoring while you sleep

Apart

No one can follow me while I’m on my way
It’s a path that it uncharted
I know what you mean when you say
But I have moved on and we have parted
I wonder every day why we didn’t last
Even though dwelling on this will make it hurt more
Thinking about this all I can remember is that it’s the past
I cannot think about you my heart has already tore
Some day I will wish to tell the tale
Or maybe even see your face
But not now while I feel so frail
I could not put up with the chase
This journey has been extensive on my heart
Because you have hit the bull’s-eye with your dart

Internet Invasions

Blowing off time
Losing track of what I’m doing
Oh how boring can something be
White pages flick over and over
Jumping from site to site
Odd sights that no one should lay their eyes upon
Being bombarded with the horrific scene of a pop-up

Funny Haikus

Sports
Last minute buzz shot
Knowing it scores, turn around
Bounce back and hits you

School
Friday nights with plans
Stay up all night partying
Woops, Saturday school

Gossip
Did you hear about?
O yeah, I did. What a goof
Well that was me. Oops

Food
Glistening Fruit sits
Plucking one from its green vine
Ick. Plastic tastes bad

Heidi
Funny looking gal
Poofy hair and kooky smile
Still fun to look at

Haiku's

Falling white snowflakes
Gracefully land onto you
New stars kiss your cheeks


I hate my Haiku
It is so terrible. Why?
I still love Haikus


Darkness all night long
Shadows follow everywhere
Don’t know where to go


Planning out my days
Having to keep up with time
My life is booked full


So much to think of
Working out my time and days
Don’t know what to do