Brianna+Donatucci's+Place+Of+Poetry

"I Wonder How" (an extension to //Vanillia Twilight// by Owl City)
 * "We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, "O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless... of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?" Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?"**

We could lay forever and kiss all my life I wont forget this These are the best years of my life in my mind forever now

we lay and I wonder how, I wonder how

So many times I look at your face You took my heart with your grace The life we have together Sweetie it will last forever

We met way back in first grade Now I’m with you and really have it made I started to see you this way at my holiday party Ever since then I love you to this day

You brother at first said no, I needed your terrific glow Now he likes me too One big family, me him and you

We lay I wonder how, I wonder how

I came to have you, and be in your heart I love you so much I always have, from the very start

Get up! Woke up late Its Sunday morning Family already ate Woke up late Maybe I’ll go out and skate Or do my homework, but I’ll end up snoring, my oh my! It’s so damn boring Woke up late, It’s Sunday morning.

You, I hate. All day Every day You step on me. Well I say, Enough is enough, STOP

Do not blame it on the foot I am not designed In any way shape or form To rid you of that soot You and your colt All try to hold me at fault For the wearing of your so(u)l/e

Blame not my terrain Nor tile Nor track But your trudging Your training Your trekking, at that I am not your biggest problem

So I be-rid myself now Of all the blame you’ve put towards me As being a source of all your pain

Sandy grit blows about Tan buildings barely standing I just left Nover headed south, This place is just Below Nover Creaking doors and dirty floors leaky piples, no electric lights How can i get home!?
 * __Below Nover__**

Rusty cars and beat down bars, little shacks, oh this town lacks

ARGH! I need a phone have my pink phone, a dial tone! "The place I'm in? Below Nover, just South-east south of Norther Dover" "Pick you up? Maybe later", said the big mean operator.

For a while guess I'm stranded, oh look out! Here comes a bandit!

My Best Friend Kristen She's always been there for me Through up's an down Her problems and mine

I'd feel excluded She took me in As a mother bird does to it's young

She talked to me I talked to her She treated me like a person

The best friendship I've ever had Formed in the shortest time it ever has She's there for me

She's there for me in times of need I'd like to say i do the same She's the best friend I've ever had

I'll always remember her name Kristen Lilly, there for good Help for bad

What friendship's really about