Warm-up
ok... so my thoughts today. you know i really hate this keyboard that i am typing on right now. The keys are just dumb. its so hard to type. Seriously! The keys feels so sticky. Its like someone had pour jelly on it or sometime...gosh...I'm hungry...we just moved over the weekend...and i miss my house a lot. A LOT. its only been fours years that i had my own room and it was the most wonderful thing ever. But now i have to go back to sharing a room with my two little horrible monsters. I'm going to miss locking myself in my rooms for hours just listening to music or just reading myself away into my little UTOPIA world with flying carpets. Last week when i was taking all my art work of the walls it was just horrible. Every piece taken down shots a sharp stab through my heart. You know the kind you get when someone breaks up with you and feel like you can't breathe and your heart is just fighting to beat but it can't....ugh...i'll continue later....TOODLESxx------------------------> (-_^)
Monday, March 16, 2009
The Visit
The Glowing pearl moon floats high, as a soft breeze blows through the curtains. Slowly, drifting of to sleep, I saw her, pale, floating toward me. A sharp chill penetrates my body making my heart beat hysterically. Dressed in black, with a cold hand at my neck, she leans down, face to face with mine.
The Visits v1
A glowing pearl moon floats high, as a soft breeze through the curtains. Slowing drifting to sleep, I saw her, pale, moving towards me. A chill penetrates my body, chest tightening, and my heart beats hysterically. All dressed in black with red and green slashes flowing down her front. The traditional outfit of the dead.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
The Roller Coaster Ride v3
21 months already and
Yet…
I haven’t once told you how I felt about
Our little
roller coaster ride
Of this relationship
At times it wonderful
like those humid summer days
on my porch sipping on
homemade honeydew bubble tea
Each sip of the cool, icy, refreshing drink flood
over our hot
sweaty
body
But…
Sometimes it s just not the best…
Not at all…
Those Good and Plenty candy
Its smooth white pearly outside
Looks so good around its rod-shape
Until…
You get into the center
Its nasty
dark
rubbery other half
Greets you with a disturbing smirk
That makes you go spitting it all out, almost unaware
That your tongue might be coming out along with it, too
so you see where I am going at?
Probably not
You are slow as a slug
When its gets to our relationship stuff
F…I…N…E!!!
my patience is leaking out
This relationship is no longer near the best
Yes I confess
It’s hard to stick up to you and your pathetic self
You may say that I don’t understand you
An ugly color drink with an amazing taste
But you don’t understand me too
amazing taste
s…l…o…w…l…y…
turning sour, watery, and bitter
mixing honey or sugar with it can’t solve it
I’m tired of being that doll on the shelf
Or that picture on your wall
The only attention I receive
is a smile here and there every time you walk past
or when your friends are no longer there to give you attention
you then come to me for it
Sometimes…a girl can only take it to a certain extent
Before she begins to break down
Saying that 8 letter phrase
That has been used a little too many times
Is not going to solve anything
A mosquito bite
That will later comes back around to haunt you
So what will it be
Taking a step up and fix the issue
Or turn back around and let
It trample you down
Yet…
I haven’t once told you how I felt about
Our little
roller coaster ride
Of this relationship
At times it wonderful
like those humid summer days
on my porch sipping on
homemade honeydew bubble tea
Each sip of the cool, icy, refreshing drink flood
over our hot
sweaty
body
But…
Sometimes it s just not the best…
Not at all…
Those Good and Plenty candy
Its smooth white pearly outside
Looks so good around its rod-shape
Until…
You get into the center
Its nasty
dark
rubbery other half
Greets you with a disturbing smirk
That makes you go spitting it all out, almost unaware
That your tongue might be coming out along with it, too
so you see where I am going at?
Probably not
You are slow as a slug
When its gets to our relationship stuff
F…I…N…E!!!
my patience is leaking out
This relationship is no longer near the best
Yes I confess
It’s hard to stick up to you and your pathetic self
You may say that I don’t understand you
An ugly color drink with an amazing taste
But you don’t understand me too
amazing taste
s…l…o…w…l…y…
turning sour, watery, and bitter
mixing honey or sugar with it can’t solve it
I’m tired of being that doll on the shelf
Or that picture on your wall
The only attention I receive
is a smile here and there every time you walk past
or when your friends are no longer there to give you attention
you then come to me for it
Sometimes…a girl can only take it to a certain extent
Before she begins to break down
Saying that 8 letter phrase
That has been used a little too many times
Is not going to solve anything
A mosquito bite
That will later comes back around to haunt you
So what will it be
Taking a step up and fix the issue
Or turn back around and let
It trample you down
Monday, March 9, 2009
The Roller Coaster Ride v2
21 months already and
Yet…
I haven’t once tell you how I felt about
Our little roller coaster ride
Of this relationship
At times it wonderful
like those humid summer days
on my porch sipping on
homemade honeydew bubble tea
Each sip of the cool, icy, refreshing drink flood
over our hot sweaty body
But…
Sometimes it s just not the best…
Not at all…
You know like those truffles that I love so much
Until it gets to the center piece
The crunchy outer part
Then the sweet warm creamy chocolate filling
but the little almond in the center just cuts
you off from the whole dreamy sensation
so you see where I am getting at?
Probably not
You are slow as a slug
When its gets to our relationship stuff
F…I…N…E!!!
No more being nice
This relationship is no longer near the best no more
Yes I confess
Its hard to stick up to you and your pathetic self
You may say that I don’t understand you
An ugly color drink with an amazing taste
But you don’t understand me too
amazing taste slowly turning sour, watery, and bitter
mixing honey or sugar with it can’t solve it
I’m tired of being that doll on the shelf
Or that picture your wall
The only attention I receive
is a smile here and there every time you walk past
or when your friends are no longer there to give you attention
you then come to me for it
Sometimes…a girl can only take it to a certain extent
Before she begins to break down
Saying that 8 letter phrase
That has been used a little too many times
Is not going to solve anything
A mosquito bite
That will later comes back around to hunt you
So what will it be
Taking a step up and fix the issue
Or turn back around and let
It tumbles down on you
Monday, February 23, 2009
what i needed to say V.1
Losing Control
i had enough
with all that
yelling,
shouting,
and rules
i hate all the
you cant do this, you can't do that
why target me
is it just because i'm the daughter
i'm just as valuable as all sons
why exclude me from
the games
the funs
i understand i'm a girl
not just a girl
but a daughter of a strict culture
i understand the rules
but
why not give me chance
to prove to you that
i, too, can do as much as your sons
just name it and i will try
but why aren't you seeing any of this in me
i'm disgusted to be placed in the same group with them
the many other daughters...
i had enough
with all that
yelling,
shouting,
and rules
i hate all the
you cant do this, you can't do that
why target me
is it just because i'm the daughter
i'm just as valuable as all sons
why exclude me from
the games
the funs
i understand i'm a girl
not just a girl
but a daughter of a strict culture
i understand the rules
but
why not give me chance
to prove to you that
i, too, can do as much as your sons
just name it and i will try
but why aren't you seeing any of this in me
i'm disgusted to be placed in the same group with them
the many other daughters...
Struggle Soon to End
To those whom it may concern......LOL.
sorry. ok well anyways reading this poem may confuse you so
i would like to tell you a little of what this poem is about...nah.
just read it.
Struggle Soon to End
Bombs fill the ground, inside and out,
as petrified cries fill the jungle
All nine of my grandmother’s children follow behind her
A mother duck
leading her ducklings
Night falls
everyone moves quickly, quietly
Groups of midnight bats they are
Blinded, cold, and empty
Infants were drugged to sleep
sometimes even death
with over load
as their muffle cries dies
Older ones walks weakly
Their body emaciated and bellies round
not with food, but
Malnutrition
All husbands risks their lives
and most wives soon becomes widows
Mekong River, the yellow river of death
to many Hmong
came into view
Many groups rushes to go across
But she stays behind
holding her little children back
a mother duck preventing her ducklings
from entering the large pool of unpredictable water
Those who make it through were lucky
Some just sinks down
Dissolving
into the gruesome river
A step forward
Death greets her
with laughter
Brushing the sweat beads on her forehead
Her eyes stings and
cheeks cool on the areas with
tearstained tracks
A step backward and
Death greets her from behind
hungry and excited
Ready to swallow her in
A partner lost and nine children to feed
She takes the risk to go forward
hopping for the best
They swim across with fear and
a promise
Never to turn back
Old, exhausted and with a new home now
Her nine little ducklings
Now parents
To their own little ducklings
but this better life was not complete
Father duck was needed
To hold the family’s name and
Reverence
One score drifts by
Slowly
News arrived
Their father is
still alive
Living across the sea
He too search for his family
The family reunites
No longer they struggle alone
But together they work
Replacing the unfortunate past with
A sanguine future
what do you think? long huh?...i call it a peice of art...aha!
sorry. ok well anyways reading this poem may confuse you so
i would like to tell you a little of what this poem is about...nah.
just read it.
Struggle Soon to End
Bombs fill the ground, inside and out,
as petrified cries fill the jungle
All nine of my grandmother’s children follow behind her
A mother duck
leading her ducklings
Night falls
everyone moves quickly, quietly
Groups of midnight bats they are
Blinded, cold, and empty
Infants were drugged to sleep
sometimes even death
with over load
as their muffle cries dies
Older ones walks weakly
Their body emaciated and bellies round
not with food, but
Malnutrition
All husbands risks their lives
and most wives soon becomes widows
Mekong River, the yellow river of death
to many Hmong
came into view
Many groups rushes to go across
But she stays behind
holding her little children back
a mother duck preventing her ducklings
from entering the large pool of unpredictable water
Those who make it through were lucky
Some just sinks down
Dissolving
into the gruesome river
A step forward
Death greets her
with laughter
Brushing the sweat beads on her forehead
Her eyes stings and
cheeks cool on the areas with
tearstained tracks
A step backward and
Death greets her from behind
hungry and excited
Ready to swallow her in
A partner lost and nine children to feed
She takes the risk to go forward
hopping for the best
They swim across with fear and
a promise
Never to turn back
Old, exhausted and with a new home now
Her nine little ducklings
Now parents
To their own little ducklings
but this better life was not complete
Father duck was needed
To hold the family’s name and
Reverence
One score drifts by
Slowly
News arrived
Their father is
still alive
Living across the sea
He too search for his family
The family reunites
No longer they struggle alone
But together they work
Replacing the unfortunate past with
A sanguine future
what do you think? long huh?...i call it a peice of art...aha!
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