Life is a Savage Garden

welcome

Greetings to all the beautiful people around! Here are tales of a garden that just happens to be! Presenting the Chronicles of the South, where the stars and the moon dance their way through the Southern Hemisphere. And lines that may come to rhyme to be a poem...

Like my new shoes


Hmm.. Happy New Year! :)

When the savage (person) meets the people, there are things that come out... in my case, some un-rhymed lines... and fear.
Well it's new year, party time, meet people you've not met since a year. people you love obviously.
I spent my time looking at them and if i could see my eyes, i would have seen love.
It's family time. It's high interaction time. It's high show time. But let's forget it...
Why can't i write happy things anymore? pinch me. it's not 360 yahoo... that's it.

i need to get rid of all this amertume in my head... twist me on myself and take that tasteless juice out of me... Resolution 2010, let that be then!

You should have seen this new little flower, it's so dark red, grenat, that it's almost black...
my garden is pretty these days, very pretty. little flowers popping up everywhere.
and my two strawberry plants loved the rain too. its growing, making new territories.

Closed my eyes,
The most beautiful was so high in outer space,
Don't want to see this place,
Hands on my eyes,
Couldn't block the sounds that came to my ears,
' that I could hear their words and other fears,
...

to be continued..(hopefully)



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