Poem

Don't say yes to her,
Say yes to me,
And run away as far as both our eyes could see.

To the streets of Chicago,
We'll both run away,
To the places and alleys where our children will play.

Say yes to me,
I will be yours,
And mine you will be.

That was written by me on a sudden stroke of genius after listing to Speak Now by Tay.

I was just fantasizing how it would go into my life, and I wrote the poem in my head, rushing here to Blogger to write it down before I forgot.

I took a picture a LONG, LONG time ago, last summer actually, and that also kind of inspired that.

I took that with my cellphone, zero editing, on the moment. The bride and groom were running because they were late, not because I asked them to.

And yes, the SEARS Tower is in the back. I live in Chicago. <3

Brown Duck Fucks At Haunted Houses In Midsummer

If you read the title, you'll know what this post is about. So let's go :D

Brown.
This is probably one of the worst inside jokes ever. Me and AJ were sitting in the front of a laundromat, looking like hobos. AJ was showing off her new highlighters to me.
She switched all of the caps around, so that green had a yellow cap, and orange had a green one, etc.
She was giving me somewhat of a retard test, and I was failing because I'm always SO TIRED when I walk home from school.

So she points to pink. "What's this color?" "...Brown." And I start laughing so hard that I can't stand up. I try to, but keep laughing, falling back into a squating position that looks like a retarded dog taking a crap, and say 'Brown.' again, laughing harder.
At this point, a guy in a suit walked in and thought I was taking a brown. So I stood up.

Next topic!

Duck Fucks =D As you know, this is an exciting topic.

It's a poem. A limerick poem. Enjoy.

There once was a sad little duck,
With the deep want, almost urge, to fuck.
Then our friend Ted,
Sadly just said,
'Guess I'll have to hire a shmuck.'

So then the sad little duck,
Still implanted with the urge to fuck,
His friend said,
'You know what Ted?
I think that I'm also a duck...'

'Implanted with that urge to fuck.
So don't run yourself over with a truck.'
With that said,
They skipped off to bed,
Oh yes, they were in quite good luck.

So now bouth Ted and Jerry
Went off they were merry
Butts loaded with kids
You ask how they did?
The truth, those kids were quite hairy.

I know what you're thinking, Barry.
That in truth, your aunt is quite scary.
But my dear sweetie,
You're in for a treatie,
The truth is quite the contrary.

Because my dear cousin Barry,
The kids, yes hairy,
But the truth,
Now you don't need a sleuth,
Is that I'm the mother of that same Jerry.

THE END.

Haunted houses!
AJ was a little innocent girl at a haunted house tour, which was so scary.
Not the tour, her. Haha. I'm dodging that 'kill'.
Either way, it was amazing. She had a week to memorize 3 minutes of speech and...with much me as audience she did. It was really great.

The makeup made her look like she'd been punched, but otherwise, it was great. The dress was...puffy at the lady parts (har har) so they had to fix that and put bows in her hair. That added to the innocent look.

But a little more in depth on the tour. There was a little booklet with about 3 sentences of info about the 5 houses you went to. There were I'd say about 25 people on each tour (I was tour G).

What happened was that there were people set around the city, pointing out which way to go. Then you'd meet a person at the steps of the house, who tell you as much info as they knew about the ghost living in the home.
Then, they'd step aside, and a person dressed as the ghost would come in, and say somethings about the expiriences from the ghost point of view.

It was so cool. <3

Last part of the post! I promise!

I went to Midsummer Night's Dream, as you know.

But today, I got my boots on at the end of school inside, which took quite awhile, so Kat and AJ were crowded along my locker bay.
I started to tell the story of some ID mix-up or something or another, and this guy comes up to me, taller than me, quite...large and blond, his face red and goes "I COMPLETELY AGREE WITH WHAT YOU'RE SAYING! ABSOLUTLY!"
All of us look at him and he smiles. "You know I was talking about class, right?" I say.
"Uhh...yeah. But I still agree! =D"
"Wait a second...Aren't you the guy from BRAVO? Midsummer Night's Dream?" Me and AJ say at once.
"Yeah. =D"
Since I can't just say "OH, YEAH, YOU'RE THE ASSHEAD!" I beam and nod.
"Well, I have to go. See ya!" He walks toward the exit we exit through.
"Not bye! We're going the same way! Unofficial stalkers!" I wave with my armful of shoe and violin.
"Uhh...I can just go this way!" He walks toward the other exit.
"We can too!" Me and AJ say, while Kat laughs.
"Ok, sure, um, k, bye, hai! =D"

The end. Bai bai

Campbell's...Mmm, mmm, good, POSSIBLITIES!

Actually, I've never had Campbell's Soup. I think I ate a Kampbell's Kids! Chicken and Noodle Puke Soup! once when I was little, but other than that, no. MOVING ON.

I really am not in a great bright sunny mood. Though I'm going to AJ's BRAVO show. That'll be fun.

I also want to talk a bit with myself, so here goes nothing.

me: hello, how am I?

me: I is good, how are me?

Hahaha, fail. That's not gonna happen. I want to post something, fill this post up with something worth reading. Other than my endless complaints.

I need a conscience and a life for a good price.

Meet Larkpaw everybody! =D She's made by me, trained by Cloudchaser ^-^

Had fun meeting her? Hope so. Was that pitiful? Thought so. Comment more, people who read my blog. Comment away. I want your opinion on junk I write.

Poem Corner Central! =D

I look out the window with angry red eyes.

I sit down and I eat an orange, think about my life for once..

I smell the yellow sunflower that I never got from the one I loved.

I hear the forest green trees whisper to me in the wind.

I lay down on my bed of blue snowflakes.

I find a bit of broken purple glass at my feet.

And then I realize.

I'm just a lonely rainbow,

Colored all the colors of desire.

Was that deep? XP

A Huge, Boring, Crappy Thursday Post *groan*

Well, sorry that I ditch the blog, but here's a post anyway.
We (my grade) had a math test called the IAAT. The most mind-numbingly boring thing ever. It was a ton of questions, even more answers, and a waste of time.

That was my Wednesday.
It sucked in another way too, but I can't announce that on public Internet, in fear of awkward comments. So assume what you will. =\

I noticed that I'm being incredibly moody all of a sudden. No, I don't have depression. No, I'm not sick. I'm just dying. So yah, thanks. It's a mood swing that I'll have so, I won't be Miss Happytown as much. But yeah. Good for you to know, you know?

A Poem:

Mother Nature (I know, suckish title. Read on)

Our mother is
Crying.
She created
The land we
Walk on,
The land we
Live on,
The land we
Breathe.
This land
Lived
Through it
All.
War,
Peace,
Love,
Hate.
And for you to
Destroy it?
How could the
Humans be so
Selfish?
Could...
Will the
Humans ever
Fix it?

(Yeah, what a bad poem. Sorry, but it's a poem nonetheless)

Today...Monday. OH! And a few poems

Today was boring...
My mom asked an innocent old lady on the street "How are you?" And she screamed "Beautiful!"
That's all I have to report. I'm sorry, but that's it. I feel lost, I'm talking with AJ right now.
How do you like the new background?

Poem:

Life

If life
Is a
Blessed
Thing...
Why is it
Given to us?
If you never
Recieve gifts
Presents,
You recieved life
Don't waste your
Love
And
Hope.
Life is a fairy-tale
That you can
Live.

This is AJ's 'poem'

Posion Darts,
Flying Arrow;
Trying to hit the Golden Sparrow;
Life and Meaning must not fail;
Death and hope are but a snail.

Something

If I had
Something
Then I would
Use it.
I wouldn't
Waste it on
War or
School
Or even
A disaster...
I'd use
My
Something
On
You. ♥

Water

Water

Odorless;
Colorless;
Tasteless;
Spiritless,
But no,
It has
A spirit
After all;
Lifeless,
It gives
To life
Therefore
Living;
Selfless,
Loving
Not caring
About it's
Own self;
Human emotion
Teardrops;
Nature's morning
Dewdrops
And beautiful
Raindrops;
Why can't people be more like water?

The title was inspired by Kat's poems Wave, Wind, and Shadow.

My Bruise, School and Dreams, Maybe a Poem

My bruise (which I got from AJ yesterday), I am happy to report, is red, white, and green! Glory, glory, hallejuah. It hurt if I push on it. Yay.

Speaking of AJ, I have professinally diagnosed her with (*drumroll*) Laughitis. It is when you can't stop laughing about one word that used to be meaningless.
The story? I was writing down my summer haiku in calligraphy, line by line, with AJ reading over my shoulder. The line was "Swimming through the nice, cool pool" but she read it as "Swimming through the nice, cool poodle." AJ started laughing so hard, I actually thought that she was throwing up beside me. But she wasn't, she just laughed for 10 minutes straight.
Then she said "Nice, cool guts...swim...POODLE!" And cracked up again. Wow, AJ, wow. Inside joke right there.

My dream was probably one of the weirdest ever.

First it is a huge mansion/private school/residence, next to a lake and a forest.
I was, I guess, a student. I was walking through the forest, when I saw a little blond girl who I 'knew' hated the Irish dancing class.
So she was there, on like, a balcony in the middle of the forest, and she hopped the fence. "Oh, what the heck." I heard her say, and she ran for the house/mansion place.
I ran after her, but she had had the head start. So she was almost in the house, and she slipped and fell in the lake. She tried to swim up, I saw her head once, and she looked like she was pulled down.
I ran toward her and tried to get into the house to tell someone, and I saw people under the water. They were alive and everything.
I slipped, and they pulled me under too.
I was out of it for a while, then I woke up and saw a lady. She was really tall, and pale. I knew I was underwater.
So I looked around, everything was crimson-blood-red and blue. It was beautiful, really.
The lady took me to this awesome place, where you could float through the air like you were swimming, but you could breathe and everything. I fooled around there for a while, then went out of it again.
When I came to, I was in an indoor mall thing. I tried to go into what looked like a Target, but a police-like-woman stopped me.
"You need the Flu and Feet shot." She told me, and gave me two horribly painful shots in the arm.
I didn't feel like going into 'Target' anymore, so I found Lady Tall and asked her what this 'people' were called.
She said she couldn't tell me, and then I woke up.
Weird, right?

Poem(s)? This will suck. I hate writing poems, but I made two off the top of my head right now,

You
  Think
    You
      See
        Me
          But
        Now
      You
    Don't.


If I was invisible,
A miracle,
Would happen.
I wouldn't think
About you
Anymore
Because I
Wouldn't be
There for
The suffering
That is
There
Everyday
When I
Look at
You with
The Brown
Eyes that
I wouldn't
Have
Because
I'm
Invisble.