December 2011
23 posts
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The Grinch hated Christmas! The whole Christmas season!
Now, please don’t ask why. No one quite knows the reason.
It could be his head wasn’t screwed on just right.
It could be, perhaps, that his shoes were too tight.
But I think that the most likely reason of all
May have been that his heart was two sizes too small.
Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before!
“Maybe Christmas”, he thought, “doesn’t come from a store.”
“Maybe Christmas…perhaps…means a little bit more!”
And what happened then…?
…in Who-ville they say
That the Grinch’s small heart
Grew three sizes that day!
Christmas...According to Lamberta
It’s a holiday, like any other. The holiday of giving and receiving, to be with family, and be thankful for what is already in your life. The time when people hope and search high and low for someone to be there for them. When you’re alone, hope is gone, but all that remains is to think and try to pray for something better. To have faith in the invisible man upstairs and be grateful for all we have. Yes, this is the Christmas spirit. Where the broken wish for a needle ans string, the depressed start to drink, and everyone else does their best to be joyful and merry.
Everyone just needs to cheer up and realize that this moment is meant for you for a reason. Take in every second given to you by the great man upstairs.
Merry Christmas & Happy Holidays.
—Sincerely, Lamberta
“GRADES. The letters that bring joy and depression into the lives of students, but can change the course of a human’s future.”
—Sincerely Lamberta
The Most Wonderful Time of the Year
Been contemplating my life, relationships, my motivation, and everything else in between. Basically I’ve been thinking WAAAYY too much. The usual: Poets either think too much or not enough. I’d rather think too much. This usually leads to me accidentally forgetting something that I didn’t skim over in my over-thinking process. Breaks=time for me to think.
I’m glad it’s the Christmas season and all, but I’ve just been working on getting ready to give over money to the man or rip off the university with the use of PDF files over purchasing books. Tired of society forcing us to be consumers. Rip off the system as much as you can. If you can download it without having to buy it: DO IT! Indeed it is the most wonderful time of the year. I mean it better snow and i’ll get to sleep 12+ hours a day. Oh yeah… Yay Christmas…the time of advertising and consumerism.
The only items on my wish list of Christmas is: Nintendo DS, a couple of games to go with the Nintendo DS, a Kindle/Nook, a new hairdryer, & a new straightener. I’m not even going to go into the needs of my car “Sally.” Far and too many in between.
On the flip side, I love the holidays and spending time with family. May the force be with you all.
—Sincerely Lamberta
“Who cares about love, when there’s no one out there who really wants to get to know me?”
—Sincerely, Lamberta
Sex Application through Poetry
I guess there are better ways at asking someone for sex, but I find this approach most acceptable. I love this post made by Altus, but there should be a better application process than this. The idea is genius and quite cute, but knowing the past; I think Mr. S.T.K shouldn’t look too far from his own nose. ;)
I wonder what the application would entail anyway? How do you make an application to prove if someone is capable of having “good” sex? Sounds demeaning, but you know what?
The Poet is totally up for this kind of deviant endeavor. Hope for the best and let the force be with you.
—Sincerely Lamberta
Tissue Queen
Yep, sounds like a good definition for what I’ve been going through the past 3 days. Good God, will this crap end! I’m tired of being thrown under a bus by my illness.
Sorry for the inconvenience of one of the many rants engaged through social media websites now days. I, Lamberta, must do the same. Get over it. It’s just been a hard week, so forgive me and my inconsistent posts.
*blows my nose*
—Sincerely, Lamberta
“A Poet is the most unpoetical of anything in existence; because he has no Identity—he is continually in for—and filling some other Body—The Sun, the Moon, the Sea and Men and Women who are creatures of impulse are poetical and have about them an unchangeable attribute—the poet has none; no identity—he is certainly the most unpoetical of all God’s Creatures”
—John Keats
“What is life when feelings become arbitrary? Now you’re just trying to pretend and brainwash yourself into believing all the problems were just a dream.”
—Sincerely, Lamberta
Best Friend
A best friend should be someone who actually cares about what you think, not creates thoughts for you.
A person who means more to you and basically could be called a significant other.
Someone you can trust with your life. As in they would not trip you during a Zombie Apocalypse.
The friend you turn to when there is no one else left in the world.
They make you laugh and think more than cry.
Pretty much awesome
—Sincerely, Lamberta
“Why care about what others think, when they’re not in charge of your destiny and future in life?”
—Sincerely, Lamberta
