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❄️ Propertea Of Frostea ❄️ Bitter SnoBerry ❄ (berrynumey) I usually write poetry. On nature, feelings, or just plain rhymes that make no sense at first. I'm open to reviews and criticism, feel free to speak up :)
I might post the links or post the writing...whichever I feel like ;D

Here's one!


Why do we forget our first spoken words,
But not our first known verse?
Why not forget our bad, unhappy moments,
And relish on ones that had happy comments..

"Forgive and Forget" those who hurt us?!
Yet forget to thank the helping ones!?
Forgotten the voice of your dead granny,
Or even the name of your first nanny...

We've forgotten our very first fall,
But still do remember our pet pal...
Why does a human brain
Have to be so disorganized??
That it keeps what it wants and disposes
Stuff that want to be revised...

Forget all things bad, how do we?
Get new "good" ones maybe...
That shall do, but yet,
We do tend to forget
Loved ones that once we let,
Now are just hard to get...

A lot we have in our head,
But things of heart are not yet dead,
They have done none but just fled,
Out of us, forgotten, just been bled...

❄️ Propertea Of Frostea ❄️ Bitter SnoBerry ❄ (berrynumey) I See That Bird...

When I wake up each morning...
I see a bird That's groaning,
It's known to be cawing,
With the day's usual drawing...
I see that bird, seems frowning,
Black does the beak with its luring...

I see that bird out my window,
Its dark as my very own shadow...
It is smart, compared to a dodo,
Flies usually alone...so solo...
Its a scavenger, so no pow-dow,
They say it's a bad omen, "Say no no!"

I see that bird, so free...
Perches upon my coconut tree...
It aint a bad sign, I know..
Deep down..I wonder how?
I see that bird, It haunt's me..
Its my friend..,Let it be..!

❄️ Propertea Of Frostea ❄️ Bitter SnoBerry ❄ (berrynumey) My First Poem Of 2013

I woke up to find sunlight in my room
No one outside on the streets
They must be tired, after all night of blast and boom
And they must have partied in fleets
Because it was the end, yet not the doom
Wishing a New Year through posts and tweets.

So yesterday was another year of one calender
But through the moon of mine, it's still 1434
This year is the 2013 after the B.C. in splendor
For me the novel seems nothing but yore
And I thought writing a poem was now flounder
The result is this...from my heart and mind core.

Today was a pleasant day, cool breeze
Like last night, when I was awe-struck by the moon and stars
I felt so light, I felt I'd freeze
But that sight was for merely eyes, not on screen cameras
I think this is enough, it was kind of ease
To write this on 'Day 1' On Earth, not Mars.


01/01/2013 17:46 hrs

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