Saturday, June 18, 2011

Belief

There was once one man, who believed in the rain and only the rain. He sat on his front porch with a harmonica and played sad songs. The gray clouds rolled in, and the tunes would slowly turn to a major key.

Slow drizzles came from the sky, beating on his tin roof like a million chirping crickets. And in those moments, he was happy. But only in those moments.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Haiku? Haiku!


Best Breakfast: A Haiku

Those bright, certain eyes,
sit upon that crisp grin. I
love bacon and eggs!

=)