Tiffany Rose Moczydlowski
I've been told I'm mature for my age, but I disagree. I'm a 10th grader. I fall asleep with my zombie monkey plushie every night (I named him Paul after the 3-eyed monkey at the end of every Jimmy Neutron episode ^_^) . I'm an optimistic, open-minded goofball, who's random and forgetful, but very spiritual. Who has been engaged to a pink balloon named Henrietta. Who doesn't like to wear shoes. Who eats constantly. Who wears dark colors. Who has 5 different favorite colors (purple, blue, silver, black, and red) . Who has a nose ring, and wants purple hair and a motorcycle. Who writes song lyrics, but can't sing well at all. Who constantly projects music into our atmosphere. Who Who changes ... more »
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Tiffany Rose Moczydlowski Poems
A shattered glass like silence now pervades The secret space; she keeps her dreams concealed. Uneasy once, the stars now quell and aid Her doubt. A gaze upon the sky revealed
Tape And Glue
''My heart is very fragile, held together By a bit of tape and glue. It can't handle being shattered again; Keep it safe and hold it close,
Dandelion seeds Wander gently in the breeze After being set adrift From their shared home
Autumn Is Called Fall For A Reason
The crisp autumn air is filled With the scent of fallen leaves.. It's almost as if they're just Cast away from their parent trees
Ode To Music
Music is the rhythm of the soul As necessary as the beat of the heart Your personality put on paper In G-Clefs and Eighth Notes
''Are you okay? '' His deep, warm brown eyes gaze into mine I break eye contact ''Yes, I'm fine.''
Archangel, once so righteous and kind Now has forsaken that type of mind Quiet and order, the keeping of peace Suddenly is replaced with a sense of unease
A Break Of Tradition
My mom can't be bothered with me Because her boyfriend dumped her My dad uses me to hurt her My sister steals all of my things
Her past was constantly chasing her. No matter how much she strived to escape it,
Spiraling Spiraling My life Went down
Avoidence Is Void
I keep Diving deeper And deeper... To avoid
So many lies are covered up With these eyes That even a
Crashing Thunder chases The sleek lightening, only A streak but so bright it steals the
Winds and Wings
Music notes slip through the atmosphere The soothing sorrow filling The chilly air right here My chest fills with awe
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A shattered glass like silence now pervades
The secret space; she keeps her dreams concealed.
Uneasy once, the stars now quell and aid
Her doubt. A gaze upon the sky revealed
A hope. The glinting in the sky composed
Of burning light sometimes becomes less strong.
Deserted stars die hardly now, disposed
Of hope at home, never moving along.
Most jewels of night aflame within their bed
Reside up high almost eternally,
And stay so strong when faced with dark ahead,
Serene and bright for all the world to see.
She can't let dreams of hers be painful scars; ...