Why, when we grow older
Do we forget the feeling
Of finger painting
Blowing bubbles
Laugh attacks
Fairy tales
Why, when we grow older
Do we call playing and laughing
Childish
As if something's wrong with it
Why, when we grow older
Do we forget the feeling
Of joking around
Dancing like a crazy monkey
Pillow fights
Why, when we grow older
Do we grow more practical
Forgetting what it's like to be fun
Do we really forget?
Or do we remember what it's like
To act care free
But we're just scared to admit it.
It will always be a mystery to me.
Monday, June 12, 2006
Sunday, June 11, 2006
Tangible
I stomp on bags of anger
The blood of hate
The agony of war
The pain of being weak
I slap the sounds of terror
The crippledness of fear
The horror of sadness
And the guilt of being bad
I attack the problems
But I'm still not noticed
I cry and scream for attention
But no one else is there
Everything is normal
Why didn't I change anything?
And then I think
I stomped on not even matter
I slapped a feeling
What difference does it make
If it's not even tangible
The blood of hate
The agony of war
The pain of being weak
I slap the sounds of terror
The crippledness of fear
The horror of sadness
And the guilt of being bad
I attack the problems
But I'm still not noticed
I cry and scream for attention
But no one else is there
Everything is normal
Why didn't I change anything?
And then I think
I stomped on not even matter
I slapped a feeling
What difference does it make
If it's not even tangible
Saturday, June 10, 2006
A Glance at the Moon
I glance high above me
At the silver plate in the air
I wonder if I could climb a ladder
And place the plate
On the palm of my hand
As I would feel a sudden calming
By the coolness of the moon
I glance high above me
And wonder how anyone
Would be able to walk on something
So tiny
I wonder why I can't look through my magnifying glass
And see the moon's thickness
Why do I just see a round sheet of ice
When the moon is an entire world?
I glance high above me
At the moon, shining like it knows everything
What does it know?
Why can't it tell?
And I smile
Finally understanding
That the moon has its secrets
Just like all of us
And because it's part of the world
It would never tell
I glance high above me
Wishing I could know everything at the moon
And at the same time being glad I can wonder
What's wrong with wondering?
This time I laugh
And know that the heart wonders
More than it knows
So I might as well have fun with it
I glance high above me
I smile back at the moon
The moon, which can tell you so much
In just a split second
I glance high above me
At the moon.
I'm still waiting
For the cow to jump over it
At the silver plate in the air
I wonder if I could climb a ladder
And place the plate
On the palm of my hand
As I would feel a sudden calming
By the coolness of the moon
I glance high above me
And wonder how anyone
Would be able to walk on something
So tiny
I wonder why I can't look through my magnifying glass
And see the moon's thickness
Why do I just see a round sheet of ice
When the moon is an entire world?
I glance high above me
At the moon, shining like it knows everything
What does it know?
Why can't it tell?
And I smile
Finally understanding
That the moon has its secrets
Just like all of us
And because it's part of the world
It would never tell
I glance high above me
Wishing I could know everything at the moon
And at the same time being glad I can wonder
What's wrong with wondering?
This time I laugh
And know that the heart wonders
More than it knows
So I might as well have fun with it
I glance high above me
I smile back at the moon
The moon, which can tell you so much
In just a split second
I glance high above me
At the moon.
I'm still waiting
For the cow to jump over it
Bubble
I am inside the bubble
Floating gracefully
Mischeivously happy
Enjoying the ride in mid-air
Not a care or worry
To get in the way
Until
The walls around me
Silently evaporate
And I sink to the ground
Outside the bubble
No one looks up
Their lives go on
While I shrink into
Nothingness
Floating gracefully
Mischeivously happy
Enjoying the ride in mid-air
Not a care or worry
To get in the way
Until
The walls around me
Silently evaporate
And I sink to the ground
Outside the bubble
No one looks up
Their lives go on
While I shrink into
Nothingness
Friday, June 09, 2006
The Villian is Okay
Today I did an excercise which was showing a tiny bit of a good side of a villian. I chose the head mistress in Matilda by Roald Dahl. I called her M.H.
M.H. looked at the wandering child. She considered punishing her, cutting off one of her pig tails. "Well, maybe I'll let her slip. It can't be that big of a deal," she thought. So M.H. glanced away from the child and walked on, pretending she hadn't seen her.
M.H. looked at the wandering child. She considered punishing her, cutting off one of her pig tails. "Well, maybe I'll let her slip. It can't be that big of a deal," she thought. So M.H. glanced away from the child and walked on, pretending she hadn't seen her.
Thursday, June 08, 2006
Freedom
Freedom is the sky
Always open and wide
For soaring and floating
Bouncing on clouds
And being carried in mid-air
Freedom is the sky
Never ending
Never closing
And always there
Always open and wide
For soaring and floating
Bouncing on clouds
And being carried in mid-air
Freedom is the sky
Never ending
Never closing
And always there
A Problem
"Teacher recemmondations," Bex thought. "Darn!" Every time she asked a teacher for something they wound up yelling at her, and her punishment would be detention. She wondered how she was going to get a recemmondation. Bex had to get into this summer program, so she needed a way to get around this problem.
Boy Gone Missing
Today I did an excercise where I wrote a mystery with a water gun, three dice, and a half eaten sandwich.
"C'mon, go already!" Andrew shouted to his opponent. He was in his room betting in Craps, as he did weekly. Normally, he betted with friends and people he knew under his parents' rules, and it made him more comfortable. But today he was betting with a total stranger. "I wonder how much trouble I'll get in for this," thought Andrew. "Well, it's worth it for the money he offered me. Besides, I'm almost eighteen."
The opponent finally made his move. Big mistake. Andrew smiled and looked up. "Hand me the money. All thousand dollars," he said gleefully. This was exciting! His opponent had offered a lot.
Suddenly, the opponent grimacded and took some sort of weapon out of his pocket. Andrew put down the sandwhich he was eating and ran to his closet to hide. The opponent followed him. Andrew grabbed the first thing he could find to distract the opponent, which was a water gun. He squirted, and the distraction lasted for a while, but not long enough. The opponent grabbed Andrew by the neck, led him to his car, and drove away.
Meanwhile, Andrew's mom had found the ndice that they were playing with and called private investigators to report a missing son. The invistigators had detected the fingerprints on the dice. "They must be from...Larry George. He's been on a lot of cases lately! Let's get em' guys," exclaimed one of the investigators.
EPILOGUE
Just as Larry George got home and grinned meanly, Andrew's mom and investigators rescued him.
"C'mon, go already!" Andrew shouted to his opponent. He was in his room betting in Craps, as he did weekly. Normally, he betted with friends and people he knew under his parents' rules, and it made him more comfortable. But today he was betting with a total stranger. "I wonder how much trouble I'll get in for this," thought Andrew. "Well, it's worth it for the money he offered me. Besides, I'm almost eighteen."
The opponent finally made his move. Big mistake. Andrew smiled and looked up. "Hand me the money. All thousand dollars," he said gleefully. This was exciting! His opponent had offered a lot.
Suddenly, the opponent grimacded and took some sort of weapon out of his pocket. Andrew put down the sandwhich he was eating and ran to his closet to hide. The opponent followed him. Andrew grabbed the first thing he could find to distract the opponent, which was a water gun. He squirted, and the distraction lasted for a while, but not long enough. The opponent grabbed Andrew by the neck, led him to his car, and drove away.
Meanwhile, Andrew's mom had found the ndice that they were playing with and called private investigators to report a missing son. The invistigators had detected the fingerprints on the dice. "They must be from...Larry George. He's been on a lot of cases lately! Let's get em' guys," exclaimed one of the investigators.
EPILOGUE
Just as Larry George got home and grinned meanly, Andrew's mom and investigators rescued him.
Show vs. Tell
Tell Larry and George hate each other.
Show Larry sprinted into the hall and as soon as he saw George, he glared at him meanly. In response, George punched Larry when he got the chance. The fist fight began.
"Stay away from me and my girlfriend, you hear?" shouted Larry.
"You stole her from me!" George replied. As they continued to beat each other up, they realized that they truly hated each other.
Show Larry sprinted into the hall and as soon as he saw George, he glared at him meanly. In response, George punched Larry when he got the chance. The fist fight began.
"Stay away from me and my girlfriend, you hear?" shouted Larry.
"You stole her from me!" George replied. As they continued to beat each other up, they realized that they truly hated each other.
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
On the Bus
"I'll never forgive you as long as I live," I heard a girl say on the bus I was on. She was standing up talking to her parents, about to cry. I wondered what she was so angry about.
"Why did you have to make us move like that? Why can't you ever let me decide if we are moving?" I remembered the time my family had moved. I had felt the same way as this girl had. Something in me wanted to comfort the girl, but I chose to stay and listen.
"Kelly, will you stop complaining already!" her mom exclaimed, exasperated. "You know we can't change this anyway."
"Your mother's right, Kelly. Go occupy yourself with something else," her father said sleepily.
I felt sorry for Kelly. Her parents should have known that moving was tough.
Suddenly she outbroke in crying and screaming. I wished I could say something to make her feel better, but just as I started to think of what I could say, my parents called to me.
"Alicia! Come on, let's go. We've got to get to this hotel."
"Yeah, Alicia, c'mon!" my sister shouted.
The bus ride was over.
"Why did you have to make us move like that? Why can't you ever let me decide if we are moving?" I remembered the time my family had moved. I had felt the same way as this girl had. Something in me wanted to comfort the girl, but I chose to stay and listen.
"Kelly, will you stop complaining already!" her mom exclaimed, exasperated. "You know we can't change this anyway."
"Your mother's right, Kelly. Go occupy yourself with something else," her father said sleepily.
I felt sorry for Kelly. Her parents should have known that moving was tough.
Suddenly she outbroke in crying and screaming. I wished I could say something to make her feel better, but just as I started to think of what I could say, my parents called to me.
"Alicia! Come on, let's go. We've got to get to this hotel."
"Yeah, Alicia, c'mon!" my sister shouted.
The bus ride was over.
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
What Happened to the Fire
It used to be bright
There used to be light
There were parties and more
And screaming and laughing
It would snow and freeze
And a cool, crisp breeze
I got sand in my eye
But Dr. Pepper made it all better
I was a flame in the fire
Of life and myself
The little dolls would frown and cry
The flames would eat out their eyes
Of course the dolls still stared
And we didn't care
It would hurt
To touch a light wave
But we still got to ride
It was wet and dry
And lapsing pain
To feel that joy
I'll never even know
Where the butter went
It just slides on and on
Oh, but what happened to the fire?
Why did it freeze?
Why did we die?
I can't find the butter!
What happened to the fire?
There used to be light
There were parties and more
And screaming and laughing
It would snow and freeze
And a cool, crisp breeze
I got sand in my eye
But Dr. Pepper made it all better
I was a flame in the fire
Of life and myself
The little dolls would frown and cry
The flames would eat out their eyes
Of course the dolls still stared
And we didn't care
It would hurt
To touch a light wave
But we still got to ride
It was wet and dry
And lapsing pain
To feel that joy
I'll never even know
Where the butter went
It just slides on and on
Oh, but what happened to the fire?
Why did it freeze?
Why did we die?
I can't find the butter!
What happened to the fire?
Monday, June 05, 2006
The Maze of Doom
The worms are in the zig-zag maze
Knowing that every step they take
Will lead to doom
Some try to stay alive
And some try to die
Most of them just take their step
And try not to get hit by the razor blade
Suddenly
The slug finds an escape at the other end
It crawls rapidly
But the razor blade and chops the one worm into two
The worms cringe in pain
There is still time left
To find the escape
They slide behind the trap door
About to be untrapped
No
It's too late
The maze collapses
And the worms all die
Knowing that every step they take
Will lead to doom
Some try to stay alive
And some try to die
Most of them just take their step
And try not to get hit by the razor blade
Suddenly
The slug finds an escape at the other end
It crawls rapidly
But the razor blade and chops the one worm into two
The worms cringe in pain
There is still time left
To find the escape
They slide behind the trap door
About to be untrapped
No
It's too late
The maze collapses
And the worms all die
Absolute Zero
The many lines of life meeting in dignity
Blurry yet vivid
Perfect lines forming into one
Midnight shadows in between them
Real yet fantasy
The black, white, and red of the world
And the details that life doesn't offer
Horrid but delightful
Evil looming and swarming
The good of the world in mid-air
As evil and good melt into life
Unsure but definite
A painting that only the soul can see
Morbid lines
What are they?
Nothing
Blurry yet vivid
Perfect lines forming into one
Midnight shadows in between them
Real yet fantasy
The black, white, and red of the world
And the details that life doesn't offer
Horrid but delightful
Evil looming and swarming
The good of the world in mid-air
As evil and good melt into life
Unsure but definite
A painting that only the soul can see
Morbid lines
What are they?
Nothing
The Turnback
In a parallel universe Snow White was smarter
She knew who and who not with to barter
She knew who and who not to talk to
An apple from some lady on the street--she wouldn't chew
So she smiled at the evil queen and knocked her out
She didn't need a prince to save her--I don't have a doubt
I just feel sorry for the other stupid Snow White
But in the end it serves her right
I'll stay in this universe with the princesses who are cool
Never would I like to live with a fool
She knew who and who not with to barter
She knew who and who not to talk to
An apple from some lady on the street--she wouldn't chew
So she smiled at the evil queen and knocked her out
She didn't need a prince to save her--I don't have a doubt
I just feel sorry for the other stupid Snow White
But in the end it serves her right
I'll stay in this universe with the princesses who are cool
Never would I like to live with a fool
Little Miss Muffet: Rewritten!
Little Miss Muffet sat down to have a cup of cider
Little did she know she was sitting on a spider
"Ouch," thought the spider as he gave her a bite
"I know this will serve her right"
So Miss Muffet sat up and searched for her boyfriend
Because this spider bite her boyfriend could mend
She didn't know, though, of the spider saying "Whoo hoo!"
For the spider had bitten her boyfriend, too
As Miss Muffet got dizzy and fainted in a haze
The spider thought she should have other ways
"She should learn to rescue herself," he thought
And there are a few lessons to be taught
First, never sit on a spider and always be kind
But, if you do, don't think you have a boyfriend to find
Unlike Miss Muffet, be smart and have a plan
So this situation won't happen again
Little did she know she was sitting on a spider
"Ouch," thought the spider as he gave her a bite
"I know this will serve her right"
So Miss Muffet sat up and searched for her boyfriend
Because this spider bite her boyfriend could mend
She didn't know, though, of the spider saying "Whoo hoo!"
For the spider had bitten her boyfriend, too
As Miss Muffet got dizzy and fainted in a haze
The spider thought she should have other ways
"She should learn to rescue herself," he thought
And there are a few lessons to be taught
First, never sit on a spider and always be kind
But, if you do, don't think you have a boyfriend to find
Unlike Miss Muffet, be smart and have a plan
So this situation won't happen again
A Waste of Time
Extraordinary love looks like
So sensitive masterpieces
Secret revenge
High-powered fun
Unstoppable
People say
Love conquers time
There's no real moments
The world has changed
So sensitive masterpieces
Secret revenge
High-powered fun
Unstoppable
People say
Love conquers time
There's no real moments
The world has changed
Saturday, June 03, 2006
Letter to the Editor: Am I Random?
Dear Editor,
I hate Dr. Pepper cans. Do you like them? I hate them. I hate them because they are red, but I like the color purple. I beg you to please turn Dr. Pepper cans to purple because I promise it will work better. If you don’t then I will have to paint my cans purple. Now, you really don’t want me to do all that work, do you? Make the Dr. Pepper cans purple.
I read a fortune teller this morning. It says that you could become very unfortunate. Dr. Pepper people, what do you suppose this means? Maybe I’ll die in three seconds! Let’s see...3, 2, 1, nope! I’m still alive! Maybe Dr. Pepper will be gone. Let’s see...hold on. Okay, my Dr. Pepper is still at my desk! Do you seek any meaning in the fortune teller?
Sometimes I get annoyed with the song The Wheels On the Bus. Do you ever get annoyed with it? I don’t like the middle part. Then again, sometimes I like the song.
I hate things like open parentheses (like this). Well, sorry that I made it closed parentheses but after seeing the open parentheses for that long I got scared of it and needed to close it. I also hate things like women spelled like women. Well, it was spelled the scary way, but then I had to change it because I got scared again.
Do you think I’m random? A lot of my friends say I’m random. Am I? I wonder...
Monkeys rock! You know, I wish they weren’t so brown. What if monkeys were purple, pink, or blue? What a funny sight that would be!!
Lastly, Dr. Pepper people, I hate the ring of the telephone. They have ring tones on cell phones, so why can’t they have ring tones on normal phones instead of just cell phones? Are phones bad? Do people like the traditional ring? I don’t.
This is pointless. This is bad. This whole letter is fraud. This whole letter is mean. This whole letter is asking for only one thing.
Please, Dr. Pepper people, please. Make the world collapse.
Signed,
Your Dear Friend,
A great pal,
A Dr. Pepper lover and fan,
A crazy cat,
A dude,
Me
I hate Dr. Pepper cans. Do you like them? I hate them. I hate them because they are red, but I like the color purple. I beg you to please turn Dr. Pepper cans to purple because I promise it will work better. If you don’t then I will have to paint my cans purple. Now, you really don’t want me to do all that work, do you? Make the Dr. Pepper cans purple.
I read a fortune teller this morning. It says that you could become very unfortunate. Dr. Pepper people, what do you suppose this means? Maybe I’ll die in three seconds! Let’s see...3, 2, 1, nope! I’m still alive! Maybe Dr. Pepper will be gone. Let’s see...hold on. Okay, my Dr. Pepper is still at my desk! Do you seek any meaning in the fortune teller?
Sometimes I get annoyed with the song The Wheels On the Bus. Do you ever get annoyed with it? I don’t like the middle part. Then again, sometimes I like the song.
I hate things like open parentheses (like this). Well, sorry that I made it closed parentheses but after seeing the open parentheses for that long I got scared of it and needed to close it. I also hate things like women spelled like women. Well, it was spelled the scary way, but then I had to change it because I got scared again.
Do you think I’m random? A lot of my friends say I’m random. Am I? I wonder...
Monkeys rock! You know, I wish they weren’t so brown. What if monkeys were purple, pink, or blue? What a funny sight that would be!!
Lastly, Dr. Pepper people, I hate the ring of the telephone. They have ring tones on cell phones, so why can’t they have ring tones on normal phones instead of just cell phones? Are phones bad? Do people like the traditional ring? I don’t.
This is pointless. This is bad. This whole letter is fraud. This whole letter is mean. This whole letter is asking for only one thing.
Please, Dr. Pepper people, please. Make the world collapse.
Signed,
Your Dear Friend,
A great pal,
A Dr. Pepper lover and fan,
A crazy cat,
A dude,
Me
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