Heart Balloons

Hello. I have written a poem for my mom. She had a bad day at work, so she asked me to write a poem showing love and happiness.

Spiritual
Heart Balloons
Rest upon happiness
Spiritual Heart
Balloons rest upon
Love.
There is a spiritual
Heart Balloon
Connecting me to you.
And what are these Heart Balloons
Made of?
They're made up of
A little bit of
God.

I hope you like this poem. Mom just LOVED it. She said, "You've got to share this with the world." So here I am, posting it on my blog.

The Legend of The Water Wraith

I'll bet you guys will want to hear a SCARY story this time! I really like this story! ENJOY!

Once upon a time, there were sea-witches. They had put a curse on a the beach in revenge against their human husbands. One of the husbands had swam on this very beach, and he drowned.
To this day, if you ever see a strange man with his head peeking above the water, he shall pull you down to the deep, murky ocean. That man was the very same husband. That man had become a water wraith.
But William, a villager that lived in the village by the beach, did NOT believe this story. "Hogwash!" he would say. "What a silly thing to believe!"
One day, William walked to the beach. Nobody was there because they feared the legend.
He dove into the water.
Ever since then, no one had ever seen William.
Some think this story is a ridiculous, nonsensical fairytale. Others claim that William died. And others think that William became an apprentice of some sort to the sea-witches. We'll never know for sure...

I made this story all up. How do you like it? (Comments below.)

The Boy Who Met Fairytales

This is a story about a boy that met a strange world that involves Rumpelstilskin, Hansel and Gretel, and many other characters. Oh and I have one more word. This is how you spell it: E-N-J-O-Y!

Once upon a time there was a boy. His name was Hans Cristian Andersen. He was walking through the forest when he saw a doorway. Hans walked through it and the very next moment, he was in another world. He saw The Little Mermaid, and Inchelina, and other inhabitants of this world.
Hans Cristian Andersen decided to write the tales of the inhabitants he met so that he would never forget them. And that is how writers came to be!

I think that this is a very good story. And the strangest thing is that it symbolizes something so true. When Hans Cristian Andersen thought up of stories, he came up with ideas from a totally different world-his imagination.

Memories

I wrote this poem. It is about memories. It's short, but I think it is a good poem.

Memories

Some are bad,
Some are good,
Some are simply as they should

Memories are, in a way, unique
Just like a nurse, Miss Monique
Some memories are sad,
Like when I scraped my knee and that was bad.

But some are good
They may, they could
And some perhaps, should not or should!

But we must remember that memories are from above
And that all are made up of love.

Love

INTRODUCTION

I am sorry that I have not written to my blog for a few days. Anyways, here is a poem that I wrote to my
mom on her birthday. Enjoy!

Love is surrounding, engulfing the world
Then suddenly, disaster curled.
People started Hate.
A strange turn of fate.
But Hate could not destroy Love.
For Love floats like an immortal dove.
Love is immortal.
And you can't pull it apart
No matter how hard you try at the end
No matter how hard you try at the start.

I really hope that you enjoyed the poem. Sayonara for now!

This is a funny rhyme that I made up. Like I said, it's faerie tales AND OTHER stories...

There was once a cougar
Who had a booger.

He lived by the sea
And lived happily!

There was once an elephant
Who was quite elegant
But had a booger
Just like that cougar!

There was a trout
Who wanted to get out
The booger in that elephant
Who was quite elegant!

So she asked the cougar
How he got his booger...out.
And what had he replied?
"Just dig, my little fellow, and your friend will be satisfied!"

The first comment I'm probably going to find is "EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! GROSS!"

Rip Van Winkle

INTRODUCTION

It is Day #5. It is COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLD outside! Brrrr! And guess what? We present to you a tale told by Washington Irving. And that
tale is known as Rip Van Winkle. Enjoy the story...

Once upon a time, there was a good natured man known as Rip Van Winkle. There was a woman he loved. A very
special woman, too. But no one knew her name. Rip Winkle LOVED her. It was pure romance when he saw her.
Anyways, Winkle went home. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! YOU DID NOT DEAL WITH THE FARM, RIPPER!!" Rip's wife shouted. Ripper was
her favorite name to call Winkle. While yelling with her eyes closed, Rip deliberately went out of the room.
He was planning to go into the mountains to find a nice bird to eat. "RIPPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRR!!" But
Rip was gone.
Winkle found a dwarf. The dwarf told Rip to drink a special drink. Rip did as he was told. Then, Rip fell in a deep sleep...
Rip woke up and found he had a beard! He found out that he was OLD! Climbing down the mountain, Rip found that years had passed.
He also found that his dream girl had married long ago, and that his wife died of pnemonia.

Though this tale is unique, it a sad story. But some things are meant to be.