I Was Too Cautious
White clouds, blue skies.
A whole new world,
through that window,
that window of oppourtunity.
I take my time,
surveying the window,
the world beyond.
Ever so slowly, I make my way.
I make my way, to that window.
My window of oppourtunity.
Cautiously surveying that which I want,
I inch closer and closer.
So close, I'm able to put my hands on the windowsill.
However, once I do,Hands on the window, I'm ready to climb through.
Almost there, what's this?
SLAM!
My window of oppourtunity
is shut. Shut for good.
Leaving behind a sharp, severe pain.
One that won't be forgotten.
All because
I was too cautious.
Vacation time
Ah, Mid-Winter break. That week off of school that we get and most other districts don't get. 'Tis nice. .. At least I don't think many other districts get it, I could be wrong though... probably am wrong.. Oh well. I'm off of school for a week, that's all that matters. LAN Party on the 18th, Wednesday. Can't wait. Should be fun, hopefully there'll be more people than last time... um... hm..
Howabout poem time? Haven't done this in a while...
That girl there, sitting by herself
That girl there, in ----what the eff?? there was just a loud thud.. sounded like something hitting the wall... but where exactly did it come from..?... gotta start over now, interupted the poem----
That girl there, sitting by herself,
That girl there, in the back,
That girl there, black t-shirt and jeans,
That girl, there she is...
What is it about that girl,
that draws me so?
There she is, sitting there,
I could talk to her,
but I don't...
Maybe I will,
if I could get enough courage
Maybe I will
if I wasn't scared
Maybe I will,
if...
Wait, where's she going?
Oh, she's gone...
I should have talked to her,
but I didn't
I should have talked to her,
but I was too scared
I should have talked to her,
that girl there...
--did it come from outside???--
Hm, yea. It has been a while... For some reason I don't really like going through and proof-reading my poems, editing them... I feel as if poems come from the heart, and what gets put on paper (or typed out) if the final product... This is how all of my poems have been.. Heck, even most of my essays are like this too =P But yea... Pick apart my poem as you please... I don't know how to finish that sentence.
I should probably get to sleep.
Serial Mascots
You may seem them on TV several times a day. You may seem them in the store. You may even see them in your house. I'm talking about cereal mascots, the cute little guys on the cereal boxes and in many, many commercials. We all know who they are, Trix the Rabbit, Lucky the Leprechaun, and Sonny (of Cocoa Puffs fame). But do we really know them? Take, for example, Trix. He's obviously addicted to the stuff, why else would he be running around trying to steal it from these helpless kids? "Why doesn't he go out and buy some?" you ask? Well, he's a drug addict, simple as that. He spends all his money on less powerful drugs, to get his daily fix, leaving him without enough money to satisfy his strongest addiction, Trix. Next, we move on to Lucky. He's a lot like Trix in a few ways, but differs in the fact that he actually has the cereal. Lucky, too, is addicted to his cereal. Ever hear him sing "They're magically delicious!"? The only reason he doesn't, um, "ingest" the ceral is because those pesky little kids keep chasing him, because he stole their breakfast. Last, but not least, we have Sonny. He's the worst of them all. I'm sure we've all heard him challenge the poor, unsuspecting kids with "I bet you'll go cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs!". The next thing we know, the kids are doing some outrageous, impossible thing (like riding a chocolate roller coaster well out of the atmosphere). Just what IS in those Cocoa Puffs?? It's got to be some kind of drug to cause those wild effects. Once Sonny has them hooked, he probably sells it to them at an outrageous $3.99 per box! He'll be sucking these kids and their poor families dry. Soon the kids will be selling their bodies just to get some Cocoa Puffs! What has the world come to? Have the cereal companies taken it too far? Are they the true enemies here, not cigarette companies, not terrorists, but cereal? I'm ashamed to say that I, too, eat cereal for breakfast, for I am also helping to fund these evil corporations diabolical plans. God forgive...
I lost my pencil today.
I lost my pencil today. I've had that pencil since the first day of school, i dunno how much it cost, but my dad bought it. Luckily I found another one in my desk drawer, so I'll have to use that one for a while. I left my old pencil on my desk in history after the test, and I guess I walked out without sticking it in my pocket. Oh well.
I have a poem, I wrote it on Friday while I was supposed to write a childhood/adolescence poem. Here it is:
It is that time..
that place..
Where you cannot think
Where you cannot breath
for fear of being found...You try and hide yourself
but to no prevail
At any moment you could
be given away
sooner or later...
you will be found
and it will all be overbut yet you go on
not willing to give up
why, oh why?
you wanna go,
wanna be free,
but you can't..
for fear of being found.