Uncut wings

My calendar slate is clear, but before July it is full Life seems to ask a lot And then nothing at all and all of a sudden that is I wonder what would I do after everything seized to be in the state that it is now Should I clear the slate and start anew should I keep up with the flow Better yet I should stop pondering Brood on the task at hand For if July doesn't meet its goal then after then it never can.  

Woke up in the morning, I had an epiphany. As if some work not done, if there was any Oh I say to myself It's your friend who loves Tiffany Completely crazy, far too zany Yonder, The person that introduced you to tinder, You always felt sounder Around her, of fruits and vegetables She loves eating fiber Many up and many down, Weren't us two from out of town? There were moments you were let down, Forever the classroom clown For I  write this poem to mark this occasion, Beat me to pulp, let me have a concussion I sleep, I forget, I regret; confession! Being your best friend is my vocation!!! :*

It used to be a certain midget called Harry Potter once who morphed into a hot shot called Damon Salvatore who geeked into Sheldon Cooper who then became the best drug lord in all of history but still a chemistry teacher who went impin' around all over Westoros, has always been a consultant criminal and has lately been this tragic mythological hero. You see, that poor kid was always a part of me.                                                           Harry Potter                                                                                                             ...

I think it begins off as a science motion picture. At that point you get to the halfway point, and Anne Hathaway gives her humiliating adoration monolog. Furthermore, the motion picture just feels like it drops like a dead shake. Will a stone be dead? Indeed, perhaps not. Along these lines, suppose it drops like a sinking rock. It just sinks. You're obliging this trip, with these logical individuals, attempting to spare humanity, and you believe they're all really shrewd and keen, and after that Hathaway retches that cringey out of the blue spiel, and it just smacks you in the face with crazy ridiculousness. Where did this originate from? For hell's sake, we don't know who this "Wolf" she's discussing is! We've never at any point seen his face! Presently she's monologuing about how her affection for this inconspicuous individual can traverse space and time? At initially, I thought perhaps she was discussing Wes Bentley's character. Be that as ...

As was her routine, Molly woke up at 5 in the morning. She decided to take a short walk down the farm before returning back to feed the hen and her chicken and then  return back to prepare some breakfast for her own brood. She quickly showered and wore her work clothing under a maroon cardign she had bought the other day at Madam Malkins, only recently had Arthur been made the head of the  department of muggle affairs, a post only second to the Minister of Magic himself considering the damage control the Ministry underwent after the battle of Hogwarts. But before going downstairs to the backdoor in the kitchen, she went over to the first flight of stairs in the Burrow to a room just across it. Ginny was conspicuous only by her absence. Brooding to herself, she made a mental note to warn Ginny from staying overnight at Harry's, now that they were going to get married in less than a couple of months. On the next flight, she first peeked into Percy's room who was slightly snorin...

I can't recollect a period when I wasn't distracted with my own integrity .  Am I great?  Am I great?  Be that as it may, am I sufficient?  Great is a word that kids hear early and frequently. A kid most likely hears the expression "be great" – as an admonishment, a summon, an argue – a few times each day from a few unique grown-ups. They may hear it so regularly that they won't generally make sure what great means but to realize that they completely aren't.  When I was in kindergarten I felt that decency existed as a major aspect of a parallel, as in possibly you were or you weren't. It didn't take me long to make sense of what side of the condition I fell on; regardless of how hard I attempted to hush up about my considerations, to remain at my work area, to model myself after the tidy young ladies who sat so still thus noiseless at circle time, it was never enough. I could see that decency worked out easily for a few people – I f...