Have a great summer

Songs

Float

Through

The

Air

In

Undisturbed

Amounts

This

Sunny

Day

Let's watch Despicable Me ^.^

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Day 20 of the poem a day challenge



Let’s watch Despicable Me
With the three kittens
Supposedly ruining the
Unicorn’s life
Only to have it end up turning
His whole world around
The unicorn that was
Frowny and arrogant
Started to smile
As happiness and love
Starts to wriggle its way into
His heart
This first started at the amusement park
As one fluffy unicorn
Was waiting to be claimed
By a little kitten named Agnes
And from that moment on,
The unicorn was starting to play with the kittens
A bit more often
All the while trying to build a space ship
With a slightly jealous professor
Who does the unthinkable
While the nerdy rival tries to ruin his plan
One squid gun at a time

Definitely not Earth

For the last two poems from the Poem a Day Challenge on WRITER'S DIGEST, I've started to write about out of the world places. And frankly, I have no clue why, other then the fact that writing about out of the world places are fun. *nods vigorously* 

Day 16 - A messed up kind of world

The sky is the ground
The ground is the sky
The blue is the grass
The green is the sky
The leaves are bark
The bark is leaves
Dirt is food
Food is dirt
Cats are called dogs
Dogs are called hamsters
Hamsters are called mice
And mice are called cats
Stars indicate daytime
The sun indicates midnight
While dark and light is considered night
Water is hair
Hair is champagne
Champagne is nectar
Nectar is honey
While honey is air
People have gills
Instead of arms
Talons for feet
And a brain made of gears
That are able to perceive what a messed up
 Normal kind of world
They live in 



Day 17 A world unlike ours

In a world unlike our own,
There are vampires with fangs
Sucking the blood of the most unsuspecting victims
Unicorns with horns
Acting all light, merry, and gay
While, brownies worked day and night
Making items so like our own
There are trolls under bridges
Waiting, waiting, and waiting
For what I do not know
While the fairies and imps
 Flitted around in the most obvious of places
There are elves with pointed ears
Causing trouble for everyone including their own
While the centaurs grazed peacefully
In a beautiful green field so different from our own
All the while satyrs chased the nymphs
Giggles and smiles being spread among them
As they wonder who’s going to be with whom
In a game of cat and mouse
While down by the water
Mermaids and Sirens sing to everyone
Killing anyone and everyone one by one
Giants romp around playfully
While the ogres look for food
With their stomachs constantly growling
It’s no wonder why they’re always searching
All the while, witches and wizards cast spells
Trying to keep people like us from seeing
The fantasy world of theirs





Source for the picture
Where to find more of my poetry/stories.

The land of insane

Day 15 of Poetry month

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Wear a mask
And bring your lucky button
For we’re going on a trip
To the land of the insane
Where you can slash
Your own name on a tree
And it’s automatically not yours
Strap down a horse
And call it a cow
Ride a balloon into the
Sky full of clouds and stars
Yell profanities without being heard
Write lovey-dovey stuff to a crowd full of ears
Eat the intangible
And hear the things that are neither seen nor unseen

Something tiring

The other day, I compiled my poems that I wrote for April poetry month and put it all on figment. The link for it is here, so go check it out if you want. 
Also I've decided that I won't post every poem that I write for the Poem a day challenge on WRITER'S DIGEST. Simply because, the posts are usually a bit long, and some poems in my opinion are kind of embarrassing to post in a way. Plus, it's a bit time consuming (not unless you're a really fast reader), and you guys have lives, places to go, business to do.
So without further ado, I'm going to post number twelve


12. Something tiring

The boring text of a textbook

The same rant from your teacher

The same gossip from your so-called friends

The same hatred between your enemies

The same competition between your rivals

The same white walls in your room

The same people you’ve lived with since childhood

The same feelings that flutter around violently whenever he’s there

The same smile that starts to light up your whole world

The same eyes

The same nose

The same mouth

But a different boy

A different day

And a different moment

The same things you do day after day

Surviving in a world where there’s always

Something tiring to do

Only there are not the same feelings

Not the same tears

Not the same smiles

Not the same screams

Not the same gasps

Not the same actions

Not the same thoughts

Not the same people

Not the same time

Not the same day

There’s not the same you,

Surviving each tiring day

 P.S. If you were wondering why some of the words looked funny, in the introduction part, it was because I was trying to make it look like the words on their main page.

La poésie

Day five of poetry month
5. The Civil War

A simple thought
A simple want
To become independent
By living on their own

A simple thought
A simple want
That made the North angry

The South was determined
To become a new country
By leaving and living on their own

The North was determined
To keep them
And stay united

But it all ended in a fight
Brother went against brother
Want against want
All ending in
Death

Hope was slowly slipping away from
The North
Happiness and hope was gained for
The South

It caused the South to become a bit
Arrogant
As they nearly won every battle
With their smart generals

While the North tried to find
A general that would actually
Make them win
Something
Big and exciting

But all the while the North
Relied on a man named Lincoln
To help maintain their hope

And when the North did win something big
In a town of Gettysburg
Lincoln came up with a speech called
The Gettysburg Address
This in short wasn’t three hours
But was around two minutes
This made everyone start believing

It was also around the time when Lincoln decided,
To free the slaves
If  the North won the war

This caused panic among
The South
For their great plantations
Depended on slavery

But not for the North
Who was full of gears,
Workers, and great big pieces of
Machinery

It caused both sides to fight harder
Till four years of fights and death
It all ended
With the North as the winner
And the South losing
As they became a united and independent country
With the North once again
~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~

Day six of poetry month
6. A danky shed

Hidden
Cold
Wet
In a dark danky shed
In the middle of an
Abandoned city

Fear creeps in from
Every cobwebbed corner
Pain starts to ebb
Away from my broken
Body
Blood drip drops
Through the musty
Floorboards
Tears starts to dry from my
Numb face

Ghosts filter past
Unaware of my existence
Acting dead yet happy
The clock ticks down to my own
Death

And only one person
Knows
That I’ll be joining the
Abandoned city of ghosts
And that person is
Me

Two, three more poems, please?

Day two of poetry month
2. Visitor 

De thump de thump
The beating of my heart felt
Unfamiliar

Conk, thump, conk
My footsteps felt
Heavy

My hands were
Sweaty
My eyes
Unblinking

As I took a slow step
Forward
The door looking less and less
Like a
Safe haven
And more like
Hell

For a minute
I wondered if I should have
Turned around
Too late now
I think to myself
As I finally reach the door

Thump, thump, thump
My knocking sounded like
Thunder
During a stormy night

Silence then…
The click of a lock
Opening
Then the soft creak of an
Opening door

As my eyes started to
Close
And then I felt something
Falling
Into familiar
Arms
~.~.~.~.~.~.~
Day three of poetry month
3. I'm sorry/ I'm not sorry

I’m sorry for being so unapologetic
I’m sorry for being so uncaring
I’m sorry for abandoning you in your time of need
I’m sorry for having ever met you

I’m not sorry for having met you
I’m not sorry for you being the way you are
I’m not sorry for you having abandoned me
I’m not sorry for being your friend

I’m still sorry for having you in my life
I’m sorry for having you around my violent ways
I’m sorry for being your friend

I’m not sorry for still having you in my life
I’m not sorry for hanging around you
I’m still not sorry
So please stop apologizing

I’m sorry
I'm not
~.~.~.~.~
Day four of poetry month
4. 100% Dad

Vietnamese

American

Hard working

Tired

Happy

Frowny

Angry

Determined

Tall

Lazy

Human

My dad

100%

Poetry month

So I've decided to do the Poem a Day challenge from Writer's Digest. Where I try to write a poem every day in April using the prompts that are provided. As well as doing Script Frenzy  at the same time. Which might be a bit simpler than writing 50 K, in one month. 
However, I might not write a poem every day in April. Simply because of school, life, etc. So, I'm just going to do this for fun, it's not going to be that serious or anything. 


1. Communication 
A teenage girl trying to find if her crush likes her at all. 

Are you responding?

Or are you ignoring me?

It seems like

You never wanted to communicate

With me in the first place

Why are you sending me mixed signals?

Does that you like me

Or does it mean that,

You like her

Or was it supposed to never be

Interpreted that way at all

Are you responding?

Or are you ignoring me?

Does that mean you like me?

Or does it mean that you like her?

Or was it for no one at all?

Oh, please respond

Or just ignore me

It’s killing me

Not to know at all

Thanks

First of all, I want to say thank you to those of you, who follows me. It means a lot, especially when I don't post that much now days. Now I know that isn't much, but at the moment I feel kind of like a drunk Haymitch. However, I don't have an ounce of alcohol in my blood. But, I feel kind of sick, and my mind feels like its going everywhere at once. The only thing that seems to anchor my thoughts right now is music, and writing (which I should be doing.)
Anyways, here's a piece of a poem that I managed to write once I finished reading The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky.
Here it is...
Mentally unstable 
Spinning out of control 

Run away

                        away             

away

But be me

                        me

                                    me

 P.S. Thanks again.

It begins here

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All roads begin somewhere

Mine begins here

In front of my house

I take a small step forward

Then decide that wasn’t too bad

So I take another step forward

Then another

And another

Till too soon, I found myself moving forward

Away from comfort

Away from familiar surroundings

Away from home

Away from my old life

Only to start living a new life

Towards adventure

Towards something new and exciting

Towards possibility

All the while, still trying to find me.

1. Introduction

A new beginning

A new introduction

A new restart

As she attempts to do something challenging again

A sincere apology is on the tip of her tongue

It quickly goes away with the glare of “many”

Followers

Viewers

Readers

Lovers

Haters

Writers

And other people of the sort

“Where were you?”

“Why didn’t you post?”

Etc. etc.

Their yells and accusations drilling holes through her head

As her ears starts to disappear

Words sticking on her tongue but protesting to never come out

So her hands start to do all the work

As she attempts to start anew

Sorry, sorry, sorry

She says over and over again

Let’s make amends?

She says next

“Why?”

They say back

…

                I sigh as my brain starts to close up on me again. The word why starts to stare back at me. In its steady, motionless way, teasing me to continue the rest of the poem. Only what poem?

                “All it is is a piece of written junk that people don’t really read,” I say out loud to the empty room. As my voice starts to ring in my ear minutes after I said the words out loud.

                “A piece of junk is what it is. So what’s the point of finishing it and posting it online? Where it’s surely to get ignored by everyone in the blogging atmosphere.”  The question hangs in the air for a minute; the answer obvious in my eyes. My hands quickly type out the last of the words quickly figuring out the answer to my question. “I’m apologizing for my absence no matter how long or short it was… that is there’s anyone left. So sorry?”

                I smile a bit as I finish the poem off with one that might have an affect with the internet people, or most likely just me.

So let’s have an introduction restart, please?

               

Apologies, apologies

I'm sorry for not having post in the last three or four months. My reasons were
- I didn't feel like typing up the stories from my notebook
- I was lazy
- I was quickly doing last minute outline stuff  for nanowrimo
- I was writing
- I didn't feel like posting some of my nano onto here.
- I was lazy
- In truth I actually forgot about doing that.
- Inspiration ran out after nano
- It was the holidays and all that
- I was lazy in my writing
- I kind of forgot about this blog
- And well yeah, I forgot about this.

So here's a poem that I wrote a long time ago, that doesn't describes my feelings at the moment, to make up for it, though I know it won't really help.
 ~.~.~.~.~
I Feel Lonely

I feel lonely
And yet no one knows
Not my friends
In real life
On the internet
Or even my family
It makes me angry
It makes me sad
I lie
"I’m fine"
To hide it
They actually accept it
Tears fall
No one really cares
It hurts
And no one knows
I would like attention
And yet I don’t
Food helps
Words don’t
But
Talking
Does?

Last Friday's

                “He was being an idiot, and I completely fell for it,” I admitted to Angelina. My throat felt tight, and my heart constricted painfully as I remembered what just happened exactly a week ago.

                “Guys are idiots, sometimes sweet idiots, or even mean idiots, but…” she trails off unable to finish her sentence. She continues hugging me, and I was grateful for that, because it seemed that everywhere I go, I would break, the memories of the two of us flooding back to me.

                “But what, Angelina?” I ask a bit curious.

                “But… you just have to give them a chance, even if they broke your heart so badly so. Now get on home, or else your mama is going to worry sick about you,” she says hesitantly breaking the embrace. I nod and do as she says, after locking the front door, and looking for a pen and paper. I do what my hand has been itching to do for the past week, and that was write a poem. Only I couldn’t till now because it felt as if I really will break into a million pieces, but I forced my shaky hands to write the words anyways.

I waited for you to come back.

Only you never came.

I waited for one of your witty sarcastic responses about why you were gone.

Only you never said one.

I waited for you.

Did you wait for me?

I missed your smiles.

Only you never showed one ever again.

I missed your surprise kisses, so sweet and lingering

Only you never gave one to me ever again.

I missed having your arms around me; it was like my personal lifeline.

Only now they’re wrapped around someone else’s.

Someone taller

Someone more graceful

Someone prettier than me

I missed having you.

Did you miss me?

But most of all I miss my heart.

That only you seemed so caring enough to rip it into a million pieces.

And I know that I should hate you for that.

But

I

Simply

Can’t.

Labor Day

Today is Labor Day so sorry no post, since school is closed, no story today. I just realized that I was being redundant.
Well here's part of a story.

Sleep, I need it, and yet for some reason I don't.
Friends I need it, and for some reason they just ignore me.
Tears just fall.
This is the fourteen years and eleven months of me.

More like a poem, but I think I can make a story out of it.