After spending time with a group of people, do you feel energized and ready for anything or do you want to hide in the corner with a good book?
Photographers, artists, poets: show us PERSONALITY.
She returned from the bash a few minutes ago
Threw off her bag with a dramatic sigh
And leapt into bed
Her toes curling backward and forward
Releasing the tension, as I well knew her
She screamed for her Wodehouse and I,
I tried remembering what page she had bookmarked
For I well knew, she wouldn’t have a clue
But intelligent life exists within her, she smiles
And dives into a world where life as we know
Ceases to exist and pigs are nearly as circular as they can be
She sighs as her phone starts to ring
Her friends are calling, how about another party?
Frustrated she stares at me with beseeching eyes
And I take pity on her and ward off the callers
Gratefully, she stretches her six foot frame out
Out on the little bed, her feet popping out at the very end
Unbelievably shy this girl, this lethargic creature
Is a product of bi-polarity
And I? I am a product of her fickle mind
Say hello to Mr. Hyde