A Snail Called Gavin by jot-the-grotty, literature
Literature
A Snail Called Gavin
For Miss Bavin...
There once was a snail so small,
You could barely see him at all.
His name was Gavin,
And he was havin
Esteem issues, cause he wasnt so tall.
Now Gavin wanted to grow
So he wished his size would show,
But this day in his life,
He slimed into strife,
As he saw an eerie glow.
The glow came from a fairy,
(Gavin said, twas rather scarey)
the fairy made his wish come true,
and then the tiny snail grew
so Gavin was happy, (Very)
he grew into the perfect size
and then to Gavins surprise
he was big as his brothers,
and all of the others,
but he still continued to rise.
The poor snai
There was a happy chap called Doh
(just how it looks, its phonic)
He was rather large and round you know,
(too much gin & TONIC)
Doh was such a jolly man,
A friend of one and all
A friend to short a friend to tall,
A friend to big and small.
A friend of Dohs was amazing REH
A great man he was, (I know)
But an alter ego belonged to Reh,
He was a Superhero!
Reh could jump through fire,
fight the baddies, lift a ton of brick.
But one day Reh had the hiccups,
Yes, he was a Super-tonic
Reh was such a brilliant guy,
Wherever he goes, we go
But one day we met one of Rehs friends
Who
that look, that smile,
that *sigh*
if only....
but i'm much to shy
he may be a stranger,
you can't deny
and yet,he seems
the perfect guy
just imagine, him and I
staring at the starlit sky,
shining down from oh so high,
but then it's time
to say goodbye
a wave, a smile,
...*sigh*...
As I peered through my garden bed,
(the one beside the backyard shed)
my eyes followed a simple trail,
that which was left there by a snail.
This trail of his did lead me to,
Some flowers of sweet pea bijou. *
The trail curled round a Banksia tree,
Across the leaf of a new daisy.
Then suddenly, my eyes did spy
A plant (exclusive to July)
A weed was he, a big one too,
Stood high and proud, next to my shoe.
Tall and thin his stature was,
He intressd me, and all because
Amongst his weedy weedy-ness,
His plant features grew less and less
Until that weed could almost talk,
And then he did! (bit like a squawk)
Odd Phrases. Big Version. by jot-the-grotty, literature
Literature
Odd Phrases. Big Version.
CKTC
His name was Cur.E.Osity
He had that evil glint in his eye.
I wondered what he had done.
then i saw the feline carcus.
covered in blood.
BIOSD
"Far Out Lil!
when i said,
beauty is only skin deep,
I didn't mean
claw her skin off till you found somthing substantial!"
KYEOTB
well...they had a reason to call him d***head,
after all,
he did walk around with a ball on his face.
those sport freaks,
always got their eye on the ball.
KTBWOS
to resolve all the fuss,
Kelly decided to kill two birds with one stone,
She was reported to RSPCA.
She is now in jail.
FTAN
as Dimitri faught the beast, he took in it's characterist
A hungry child sits, crying in the cold.
People walk by him, growing old.
A scared young girl, is hit by her dad,
A frustrated teenager, slowly goes mad.
A young infant, is ignored by his mother,
A little girl, is raped by her brother.
A teenage boy, cuts at his hand,
To prove to his dad, that he is a man.
A troubled child, has so many fears,
And a sad young girl, has too many tears.
As a young boy shuts his eyelids,
He wonders what life's like, for the other kids…..
Please don't cry, my friend.
I know you have an open wound,
Please don't cry, my friend.
Your troubles will be over soon.
Please don't cry, my friend.
He didn't mean to damage you,
Please don't cry, my friend.
I know, because I've been there too.
Please don't cry, my friend.
I know it seems to hide your hurt,
Please don't cry, my friend.
Although you feel, as low as dirt.
Please don't cry, my friend.
I know you have a lot to give,
Please don't cry, my friend.
I know you have a life to live.
Please don't cry, my friend.
It is no use, to push and shove,
Please don't cry, my friend.
You have your friends, and you, they love.
I dreamt of you last night.
You took me by the hand
You said,
You'd never
Let
Me
Go.
And then
the ground
beneath my feet
fell,
And you did.
I dreamt of dying last night
It was the best dream
I said,
I'd never
Want
To
Go.
And then
you turned your back
you looked away,
and I did.
I dreamt of an angel last night
Shining like a gem.
She said
She'd never
Have
To
Go.
She said she'd stay,
Protect,
But then she did.
I dreamt of a dream last night
It spoke into my mind
It said
It'd never
Need
To
Go.
And then
It faded.
It died
And I woke.
When I feel like crying by jot-the-grotty, literature
Literature
When I feel like crying
When I feel like crying…
It's my friends
that keep the smile on my face.
When I feel like falling…
It's my friends
that keep me up.
When I feel like going mad…
It's my friends
that keep me sane.
When I feel like sinking…
It's my friends
that keep me afloat.
And when I feel like dying…
It is my friends
that give me reason to live.
I can sail the seven seas,
In my room.
I can swing through all the trees,
In my room.
I can surf a tidal wave,
In my room.
Can explore a giant cave,
In my room.
I can navigate the land,
In my room.
I can run through desert sand,
In my room.
I can play my music loud,
In my room.
I can dance upon a cloud,
In my room.
I can hide from all my fears,
In my room.
I can chase away the tears,
In my room.
A place I hide away,
Is my room,
That's where I want to stay,
That's my room.
Who will see what I see?
The blind will.
Who will dance, when I dance?
The lame will.
Who will hear what I hear?
The deaf will.
Who will speak what I speak?
The dumb will.
Who will know what I know?
The infant will.
Who will trust who I trust?
The cheated will.
Who will find rest, where I rest?
The weary will.
Who will touch what I touch?
The spirit will.
Who will love who I love?
Since your love for me has died, nothing's making sense.
My feet have sunk into the ground, the air I breathe seems dense.
I look around and nothing's right, I hope it's over soon,
The night is day, the day is night, the cock crows at the moon.
The lion's mane, is cleaners' mop, the sharp notes sounding flat,
Confused my driveway parking spot…for the neighbour's cat.
You said you'd stay forever, not a day less would do,
But the hands of time keep ticking, so why can't I find you?
Your haunting whisper deafens me, when I shout, I'm mute,
I see gunfire killing hares, like them, it's me you shoot.
Proportion is all out of whack, my li
The poem walked down the road with a pen, and began to write on his hand.
If someone were to peer over his shoulder, this is what they'd see.
-the dusty road.
-all strange
-cottage-like…hmmmm, maybe? Not sure.
-coke-can
-the idea, turning point.
-stumble on can, not big deal.
-get out pen.
-start…
-the poem walked down a dusty, deserted road.
Nothing seemed familiar here. The buildings along the sides were like nothing he had ever seen. They were so small. Cottage-like.
And yet, they still towered over him in a powerful, demanding way.
Down to his feet he looked, and kicked the dull, lifeless can that lay before him. A thought oc
Here the trees reach the sky,
So you climb up so high.
And the clouds leave the sky,
Great conditions to fly.
And the breeze through the sky,
Makes you happily sigh,
And the clearness of sky,
Makes you just wanna try,
To glide up to the sky,
Then you start to ask, why…
There's a stillness of sky,
You can see with the eye,
And a silence of sky,
Like the wind is too shy.
Shadow haunts sky,
As I start to spy,
A cloud enter sky,
So the stillness did lie.
And the rain falls from sky.
As I start to cry.
And the life leaves the sky.
So I start to die.
I wish I had a mango.
I'd peel it. I think. No. I wouldn't. I'd cut off the side bits and then get a knife. And then do that dicey thing, where you cut vertical and horizontal lines in the bits. Then I'd turn it inside out. Then I'd give half to you. Then we'd eat it. Mangos are quite complex. Never noticed. Actually. I'm allergic to mangos.
I wish I had a potato.
Current Residence: Earth Favourite genre of music: alternative Favourite photographer: I love them all. Have you looked at the stuff people are putting out there? amazing! MP3 player of choice: my one. Shell of choice: those big curly spikey ones
Favourite Visual Artist
I don't hav a favourite...yet.
Favourite Movies
Trplets of Bellville, eternal sunshine of the spotless mind & of course...BBC pride and predudic
I realised today that I have a very high respect for people that are emotionally open, most likely because opposites attract I assume. but yes. i really like people who wear their hearts on their sleeves.
In other news, I miss Rose something chronic, and I don't know why., where for art thou rose? and also.....crocodile.
Well, I made my first sale, so does that make me an artist?
I just sold three of my most recent spray paints, (can't upload them to DA cause they're sold) for $50.
sure, It may not sound like alot, but I've never sold anything before...so yeah. =D
also, I've just started driving, and I have a job which is AWESOME!
therefore, this is an awesome holidays so far. =)