Literature
Cartoon
Blue skies, white moon
A scenery looking more like a cartoon
A picture created to swoon
With a boy playing a guitar tune.
Some red roses and chrysanthemums held in his hands
Making feelings erupt and create new lands.
A pretty picture is all it takes
To withdraw all your ache
A small smile
Shoots farther than a mile
A small action
That changes its complexion
A small mistake that changes to purple
Changes those feelings to confusion
The feeling now changes, traps you, encircled
It bends the situation to a different direction
Does it remain a cartoon?
-Popsiclerhymer
Popsiclerhymer. Prior to the previous pages, the official designation to the virtual community.
A quite peculiar mind that she owns, with which she magnifies the little details of what she sees and hears from her comfortable but unpredictable world around her.
This community in the virtual worlds, credits given to her by her elder sister celestial_rush was for the sole reason to bring about her thoughts in a colorful and polite manner with the benefit of her gift with English Literature.
Dynamite
When a person waltzes into your world
A theatrical act has now been unfurled
Either a melodramatic stunt
Or a voice paired with strings of rarity, a gregarious taunt
A dimwit, yet casually amiable
Strikes a strain, catastrophizes an ensemble
A genre of craze
An example to every humorous phrase
A talented show of your axe and you
Portraying exuberance, as on cue.
- Popsiclerhymer
Painted by celestial_rush
Painted by celestial_rush
Mountain Surfer
The red ball falls onto the pitch
An ingenious contender, without a glitch
A delegate of communiques, an exclusive
Bystanders incredulity, wiped by your dynamic conclusive
The snowy harmony, a view you cannot ignore
Like the ideas in your core, a voice that roars
A vital element to the future
As a flamboyant backpacker, yet some wacky humor
Your adventurous quest, that shows you the west
Igniting an innovative zest.
-Popsiclerhymer
