I'M SUCH A LIAR UGH

I'm sorry guys. I promised I'd post those things, and I didn't.

But, hey, at least Olive's back! :D *throws pie at Olive*

She posted a few days ago, getting this blogging ball rolling. I'm going to be starting summer vacation very soon, so there will be a lot more time to blog.

This used to be the funnest thing for us, and then we kinda just fell out of it, and we apologize. I'm sure we've got a lot in store for you guys in the near future, which includes (but is not limited to) MOAR WRITING, MOAR PICTURES, MOAR GUEST POSTS!! :D

And such. To give you guys a sneak peek at what you'll be seeing, here's a poem I wrote and a picture I took! (Yes I still kinda take pictures.)

i hear the wind

rustling between the leaves of the tree

just outside my window

the sound is muffled;

i lie under the sanctuary of my blankets

locking in my warmth

i long to open the window

to listen to the song the leaves and branches make

to hear them whisper their secrets to me

though i have many covers

if i dare open that window 

the words i once thought were so beautiful

the words that are actually so cold

would seep through my body

removing my heat

chilling my bones(astheyalways do)

in the dead 

of winter

(this is the Lego Gandalf keychain my friend got me for my birthday :D)

I love you guys, seriously. Thank you for checking out our blog. It means a lot, really. Like I always say, feel free to comment or email us (random_bloggers43@yahoo.com) about anything! 

Ah, it's good to be back. :)

-Costello

Poetry!

No, sorry, not my poetry. I don't write poems... >.> Except when I was like seven I wrote a poem about socks. Maybe that'll be revealed later. ;)

No! But today I'm going to share with you lovely people one of my favorite poems, and also because I can't think of anything else to post about. xD

"It was many and many a year ago,

In a kingdom by the sea,

That a maiden there lived whom you may know

By the name of Annabel Lee;

And this maiden she lived with no other thought

Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,

In this kingdom by the sea;

But we loved with a love that was more than love –

I and my Annabel Lee;

With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven

Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,

In this kingdom by the sea,

A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling

My beautiful Annabel Lee;

So that her highborn kinsmen came

And bore her away from me,

To shut her up in a sepulcher,

In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,

Went envying her and me –

Yes! – that was the reason (as all men know,

In this kingdom by the sea)

That the wind came out of the cloud by night,

Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love

Of those who were older than we –

Of many far wiser than we –

And neither the angels in heaven above,

Nor the demons down under the sea,

Can ever dissever my soul from the soul

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side

Of my darling – my darling – my life and my bride,

In the sepulcher there by the sea,

In her tomb by the sounding sea."

Annabel Lee by Edgar Allen Poe

-Costello

A poem from Olive~

oohhhh! I havent been on here in a while, but thats going to change here soon! Here is a poem, in till I come back...tomorrow! Yesss! =D

I’m sorry


If this hurts you

But sometimes

I have to let it out.



The pain

That’s

Been on

My heart.



It isn’t you

I promise.

It could

Never, be.



Sometimes

People

Move

On.



To find

Themselves

In this huge

World.



And

Even though

I’ll be gone

It doesn’t mean,



That I

Don’t think

Of you.

Everyday.



It’s

Sometimes

Just

Not enough.



Whatever

Rush

You put me

Through.



So

I’m sorry

I must

Leave.



But trust me

When I say

That this isn’t

Good bye.



Just

A

Simple

‘See you soon.’


-olive

A late poem and Word Counts

sometimes
i worry
over think
my place
i only
want
what is best
maybe
i should
just give up.
i see that
you are happy
and wish
you could see
how lonely
i feel
so deeply
inside.
i know
that if i
were to die
you'd cry
and i
dont
want that
so i suck it up
and i smile
but dont
be fooled

i'm a

wreck inside.

Word counts -

Cossy - 2500

Olive - 7006

images found online - poem by olive.

~OLIVE~