Its Poetry Month, so go poetry yourself.

iPod cords (lots of them), granola bars with chocolate, a powerade bottle cap, belt buckle and notepad (dusty). 

love is like a box chocolates

really expensive 

and you don't even know what you are buying

Clouds - 

clouds,

you are so big

in the sky 

lots of cotton candy

floating on wind

passing me by

sometimes you are fast

other times you are slow

sometimes is rains

and sometimes it snows.

if only i were like you

and went where the wind takes me

maybe i could listen you 

and maybe you could tell me your secrets and i could tell you mine

i bet clouds have good secrets

but i don't.

ha - blogged, in my pants.

i'm out of memories.