More than the sum of our thoughts
is our parallel December,
moving like a swordfish
under such inclement weather
We are but lonely beings when the wind comes,
to give us feathers

Less than the sum of a soul
is our parallel December,
cradled like an acorn
in such a deep and dark forever
We are but children sleeping when the wind comes,
to say, remember

More than the sum of our coins
is our parallel December,
crouching like a lioness
a tawny, starving mother

"I’m sorry" Said the Healer sadly, "But I’m afraid that you’ll never have children." The couple sadly walked away, the Queen crying bitterly.

Queen Rya was embroidering by a window that Winter and her finger was pricked by the needle, "Ouch" she thought, as she sucked on her poor finger. But the as blood dripped on the snow she prayed dearly for a daughter with lips as red as blood, hair as black as ebony and skin white as snow.

MRS DOOHINKLE: Dear, this box came today.

MR DOOHINKLE: Wonderful. It must be my used candlewax sculpture of a hammer.

MRS DOOHINKLE: No, I'm sure it's my water bottle hankies.

MR DOOHINKLE: What does it say?

MRS DOOHINKLE: The CRAZY AMAZING Thing.

MR DOOHINKLE: Then it must be-

DOOEY: Look! My Girl Palace Makeup Set with matching telescope is here!

LOOEY: But of course, it's my genuine 1965 racing jet full-scale model!

DOOEY: But...

LOOEY: Dooey...

MR DOOHINKLE: Guess what everyone? I've decided to go BALD!!

*This little ditty is quite short (I thought of only one verse, alas) and VERY random.... Yet also very true, sadly. :)*

I'm a procrastinator,
I need a savior
I can't control this behavior
You say do it now,
I say it'll wait until later
I am a procrastinator!

This was for a newspaper, I do for a writing class. It's very radnom.
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This is a story about a child named Humphrey. Humphrey lives in a mountain cave, in the middle of Antarctica. His best friends are a penguin and a fish; Zuler and Max.

Humphrey wants to move to the equator, but has no way of getting there. Zuler is all for the idea and suggests they build a raft of frozen ice to get there. Max disagrees.

"It will melt before we are halfway there." He points out.

And so with the sun hanging low in the sky
and everyone tired, they yawned
and even the birds were refusing to fly
but returned to their nests and babes fond.

"My dear company," the Pickler said,
"I declare that this is the end,
but I think that indeed I really do dread
having to leave you, my friends."

"And what of adventure?" the Piglet exclaimed,
his little pink face flushed with pride,
"Yes, what of the unknown?" said Please, unafraid
and they looked everyone in the eye.

The rain passed over, and each one of the group
convereged at the top of the hill
with the pumpkin on top, smelling like soup
which was making them green at the gills

Each one looked around, and was thus introduced
to the new members and friends
even though they were wary of the dragon (but who
wouldn't be, if they had any sense?)

Percival Pink turned a bit red at the cheeks
when somebody mentioned his name,
and the Painter looked thoughtfully mind and meek
as he pondered his future of fame.

I walk the same rooms,
drifting through the same world
even though in between
I don't know if I'm me
or if it's just a dream that looks like reality
or if reality's reality at all
who dreamed who, the girl or the king
who went through, my reflection or me
Who were you, what was the worth of your tears
I thought I knew the name,
like an echo from the years
Broken chains and promises crushed like petals underfoot
Things pass by so quick I don't get a second look
Mice in the cellar, mice under the bed

"Today we're here gathered," the Pickler said,
beginning his speech with an air
of deepest solemnity, and bowing his head,
he continued, "And on this day fair..."

But his words were cut short by a rumbling sound,
and the Pickler went red in the face,
and the thing that came up the hill would astound
every one in the whole human race!

A pumpkin so big, and round as the moon
and orange as the set of the sun
and behind it a man, who looked like he would soon
drop dead as if shot by a gun.