Dreamily looking
lost in her own thoughts, hoping
for them to be true.

I´m just soo tempted to walk over and ask "How are you doing, girl? Want to drink a coffee with me?"

Hmmm I'm not sure I'm correct in reading this situation, but a memorable quote does come to mind when I see this.

"Perhaps they were right in putting love into books...
Perhaps it could not live anywhere else."

A world of dreams preserved,
The only path a stream of words.
No key is needed,
nor is a seal placed.
Yet if this place is so near,
why is it so far from my reach?

Drinking a starbucks
She reads a book of teachings
homework very hard

YES

Chase the wind
Catch a piece of the rainbow
Just give me a hint
be it ever so low

Like a ray of light
that shines to my heart
Just keep me away from the fight
that tears my dream apart

Hope is never in vain
let it be your aim

Reminds me of The Boondocks on AdultSwim!

have you ever seen the comic Girly? looks a lot like that character.

roses are red, hippos are pink, boy I am board, what do you think?

"It's a quiet Friday,
7 minutes past noon,
As I sit here reading,
and thinking what the hell to do

I look to my right,
with a simple sigh,
As I watch Shred getting mauled,
by a horde of women outside.."

Enjoy ^^;

Not necessarily Haiku or a poem ...

This book is such trash ... but this is homework, so i can't complain too much
Coffee shop music is too loud and of the one artist I hate
Sometimes, I wish the bars were open, but it's too smokey this time of day.

You know, this is one hellish Labor Day Weekend.
Nothing to do
Nowhere to go
And now the barristas change the station to NPR ...

The worm drives helically through the wood
And does not know the dust left in the bore
Once made the table integral and good;
And suddenly the crystal hits the floor.
Electrons find their paths in subtle ways,
A massless eddy in a trail of smoke;
The names of lovers, light of other days —
Perhaps you will not miss them. That’s the joke.
The universe winds down. That’s how it’s made.
But memory is everything to lose;
Although some of the colors have to fade,
Do not believe you’ll get the chance to choose.
Regret, by definition, comes too late;
Say what you mean. Bear witness. Iterate.

'I wish I had true love and high adventure. . . '

I love the composition on this one, seriously.

I'm not good with such things either, just want to say how much I like this picture.

^^

we alway like your pic. ^^

I hope Imoni knows that the geeky white guy 10 feet from her sketching in his sketchbook is doing the exact same thing. :">

Uhhh, sorry. I'm not a poet. Just an innocent admirer.

"A Man I Knew"

A man I knew was murdered today,
Shot, point-blank, in the back of the head.
Why he was killed is sketchy and gray,
But somebody thought him better off dead.

Neither colleague...
Nor family...
Nor friend...

A man I knew...

No one in the end.

Sorry. No good at poetry.

bored in starbucks
she sits there drinking coffee
of what does she dream?

sorry to cheap out and go haiku but i think i did ok with it.

<lost in my thougts, lost in this world. ure far away from me. ure so close to me at the same time. my soul calling for u as my heart keeps u inside,
i cant go without u.
ure voice reaches my soul. u being with me answers to my prayers.
we not along but we really are indeed. because lost in my thoughts...am thinking about u>

She sits alone in the coffee shop again,
her books and pens her only friends..
Stories of worlds long ago,
knights of daring tales of yore.
Dreams of a life better than this,
where she could find that wonderful bliss.
Her own shining night to carry her off.
Her own wonderful man strong yet soft.
Dreams of a life in his arms,
safe and sound away from harm.
Nights of love, passion, and care.
Days of fun, affection, and life shared.
The book worm alone in the coffee shop,
sighing as she thinks of days better off.

same as my character ryuuia she sighs when ever she reads a good spell book

sitting, reading here is boring
so I will ask you once again,
why am I doing this?

damm she is cute,