Smoke of My Frozen; Eating saturn's rings

Maybe if I was a bit more inticing, I could have held onto my favorite speed, purple light flashing in with the red. The ice burning. The Smoke of My Frozen calls me back. If only i was a bit more suprising; shock value sky-rockets my intellegence. Ink stains my hands, I <3 ??? written too many times. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Glitter, sparkles reminescing a good cry, Silver pieces sad over past lives. Ruining my backpack, they're falling! Committing suicide of the Jansport sign. My star? Oh no- it's melting! Turning colors due to the atmosphere. Eating saturn's rings, scrumtious, like a cold ice cube on a winter snow day. An angel feel from heaven, clouds surrounding her feet, she said I could lend you my rain, if only I could get a strawberry. A Straw berry! Peaches wouldn't do for the angelic cloud, but peaches! Peaches! They've all I got! I never liked stepdad much, he says don't believe in the clouds, they carry harmful rains. In the midst of it all, he;s so naive. He doesn't know there are faces to the clouds. They speak their goodness to me, just me! Special! If only the angel wanted peaches, strawberries? An impossibility. A tree, it stands alone in the refridgerador, opening up just for me to eat The Rings Of Saturn.Oh my god, is this way too long, i love it, but did it keep you interested??? Written January 24th, 2002 © on Jan 24 2002 10:24 AM PST   0 • 10