13
Thirteen is a girl on House
Thirteen is also the day that I died (lolz)
Thirteen months was how long it took
I told you I was okay but I lied
I have a bad obsession with 13. It just seems that everything significant in my life either happens on the 13th or the 31st. Nothing happened today though. Lost starts again January 31st. Yay me.
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Saturday, January 12, 2008
The Game is Over
The Game is Over
The game is over
everyone has already gone home
vague memories are washed away in the shower
nothing can be done to alter the score
it doesn't matter
you were an under dog anyways
she smiles as you leave the stadium
you know he's waiting for her in his car
why'd she even bother to say good bye
you wonder
the music has stopped playing
the band is on her finger
Lolz, back to the old school pieces. Everybody is getting engaged. Since I don't know what it's like to be on the engagement side of things, I decided to write a piece about being on the outside looking in. I was watching Dinner: Impossible earlier on Food network and they were cooking at a baseball game. Hence the baseball/sports metaphor. I dunno. Maybe I'll go back to haikus tomorrow. This streak is getting ridunkulous.
The game is over
everyone has already gone home
vague memories are washed away in the shower
nothing can be done to alter the score
it doesn't matter
you were an under dog anyways
she smiles as you leave the stadium
you know he's waiting for her in his car
why'd she even bother to say good bye
you wonder
the music has stopped playing
the band is on her finger
Lolz, back to the old school pieces. Everybody is getting engaged. Since I don't know what it's like to be on the engagement side of things, I decided to write a piece about being on the outside looking in. I was watching Dinner: Impossible earlier on Food network and they were cooking at a baseball game. Hence the baseball/sports metaphor. I dunno. Maybe I'll go back to haikus tomorrow. This streak is getting ridunkulous.
Friday, January 11, 2008
Kate
Kate
There once was a girl named Kate
She was captured by Ben as bait
We can never be one
Kate dammit run
To get off this cursed island is your fate
Lolz, I need to get some sleep because every time I find myself sitting here to write my poem, all I want to do is get off the computer and go to bed. This piece is a Lost reference. Can't wait til it's on again. Season 4 premiere is Jan. 31st.
There once was a girl named Kate
She was captured by Ben as bait
We can never be one
Kate dammit run
To get off this cursed island is your fate
Lolz, I need to get some sleep because every time I find myself sitting here to write my poem, all I want to do is get off the computer and go to bed. This piece is a Lost reference. Can't wait til it's on again. Season 4 premiere is Jan. 31st.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Harmony
Harmony
Two voices as one
Should I sing over your note?
Lolz, I suck at this
Yup, another lazy day. Just wanted to chronicle that I'm trying to learn to sing harmony. So far I've managed to harmonize 2 notes with a commercial on television and I can sing really awfully with the radio. Oh well. Haiku's are the way to go to keep this streak alive.
Two voices as one
Should I sing over your note?
Lolz, I suck at this
Yup, another lazy day. Just wanted to chronicle that I'm trying to learn to sing harmony. So far I've managed to harmonize 2 notes with a commercial on television and I can sing really awfully with the radio. Oh well. Haiku's are the way to go to keep this streak alive.
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Rachel
Rachel
Beautiful brown hair
A smile that showcases teeth
Call me sometime girl
Lolz... that was another joke poem. I tried to make it a haiku but I'm not sure if I know what a haiku is. All I read somewhere was that a haiku is all about 5-7-5. Who's rachel? She's the new VJ on CMT. Hahaha, I have a little crush on her even though I don't think she's that good looking or that good a VJ. Oh well. 8 in a row.
Edit: Oops. Her name is Ashley. Sorry Ashley, my bad.
Beautiful brown hair
A smile that showcases teeth
Call me sometime girl
Lolz... that was another joke poem. I tried to make it a haiku but I'm not sure if I know what a haiku is. All I read somewhere was that a haiku is all about 5-7-5. Who's rachel? She's the new VJ on CMT. Hahaha, I have a little crush on her even though I don't think she's that good looking or that good a VJ. Oh well. 8 in a row.
Edit: Oops. Her name is Ashley. Sorry Ashley, my bad.
Moron
Moron
You, my former friend
are a moron
I thought you were nice
but I couldn't have been more wrong
I now include you with
the rest of your clan
All you fools are cowards
Step up, take command
Actually, just don't talk to me again
ever
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You, my former friend
are a moron
I thought you were nice
but I couldn't have been more wrong
I now include you with
the rest of your clan
All you fools are cowards
Step up, take command
Actually, just don't talk to me again
ever
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Monday, January 7, 2008
I am Cookie
I am Cookie
My death folder is simple
It's seamless, no wrinkles
My instructions are few
It involves my ashes, that's a clue
Two cups of flour to two table spoons of me
I am cookie
Lolz, I'm getting so lazy. Technically, I didn't write a poem yesterday but it's 12:45am right now so I will still count this as keeping my streak alive since I haven't slept yet. I was watching HIMYM tonight and it was the one where Marshall and Lily had to make death folders for each other in case one of them died suddenly. Marshall made a joke about Marshall brownies. I made the same joke a while back about how I wanted my ashes baked into cookies and served at my funeral. So file this knowledge away for later and enjoy the cookies if you forget.
My death folder is simple
It's seamless, no wrinkles
My instructions are few
It involves my ashes, that's a clue
Two cups of flour to two table spoons of me
I am cookie
Lolz, I'm getting so lazy. Technically, I didn't write a poem yesterday but it's 12:45am right now so I will still count this as keeping my streak alive since I haven't slept yet. I was watching HIMYM tonight and it was the one where Marshall and Lily had to make death folders for each other in case one of them died suddenly. Marshall made a joke about Marshall brownies. I made the same joke a while back about how I wanted my ashes baked into cookies and served at my funeral. So file this knowledge away for later and enjoy the cookies if you forget.
Sunday, January 6, 2008
Tired
Tired
My stomach is uneasy with hunger
My left eye is twitching
It's signaling that I should get some rest
Too bad I phail at sleeping
A knot in my back
Haunts my movements
Like a ghost it disappears
and reappears to discourage my progress
I knew today's poem was gonna be weak since I totally just wanna go straight to bed. I was thinking that I could drag up a poem I wrote at WC a few years ago but I couldn't find it and so I'll save it for a later date. There have been a few engagements around here recently so I have an idea around that theme but I'm too tired to develop it at the moment. I'm just writing that in here so I don't forget. K, sometimes my poems are pure fabrications but seriously, I'm tired.
My stomach is uneasy with hunger
My left eye is twitching
It's signaling that I should get some rest
Too bad I phail at sleeping
A knot in my back
Haunts my movements
Like a ghost it disappears
and reappears to discourage my progress
I knew today's poem was gonna be weak since I totally just wanna go straight to bed. I was thinking that I could drag up a poem I wrote at WC a few years ago but I couldn't find it and so I'll save it for a later date. There have been a few engagements around here recently so I have an idea around that theme but I'm too tired to develop it at the moment. I'm just writing that in here so I don't forget. K, sometimes my poems are pure fabrications but seriously, I'm tired.
Saturday, January 5, 2008
Uses for a Chair
Uses for a Chair
When I hear your name
I want to throw the nearest chair
at the furthest wall
When I see your face
I need to sit down in the nearest chair
cause I'm afraid I'll fall
Fall in love with you
all over again
I wish I needed glasses
I'm scared for myself because my iPod is slowly making me deaf
Wow, I was really uninspired for this one (it's hard writing everyday)... But I thought it would be fun to go back to my old school poem moods. I dunno why but I've always liked the "I want to throw the nearest chair at the furthest wall" line. I remember feeling that way years ago. It just seems like such an illustrative line and it portrays so much raw emotion. I'm glad I don't punch walls or throw chairs in real life, although at times, I wonder if I wouldn't enjoy it.
As you can see, I tried to start off having a rhyming scheme but I got lazy and left it behind. I think the last section is kinda clever and cute. I dunno. Well, peace out. That's 4 days straight baby!
When I hear your name
I want to throw the nearest chair
at the furthest wall
When I see your face
I need to sit down in the nearest chair
cause I'm afraid I'll fall
Fall in love with you
all over again
I wish I needed glasses
I'm scared for myself because my iPod is slowly making me deaf
Wow, I was really uninspired for this one (it's hard writing everyday)... But I thought it would be fun to go back to my old school poem moods. I dunno why but I've always liked the "I want to throw the nearest chair at the furthest wall" line. I remember feeling that way years ago. It just seems like such an illustrative line and it portrays so much raw emotion. I'm glad I don't punch walls or throw chairs in real life, although at times, I wonder if I wouldn't enjoy it.
As you can see, I tried to start off having a rhyming scheme but I got lazy and left it behind. I think the last section is kinda clever and cute. I dunno. Well, peace out. That's 4 days straight baby!
Friday, January 4, 2008
Wake Up Stress
Wake Up Stress
It's midnight
I should get to bed because I have an important day coming up
I crawl under my covers and
turn off the light
1 am
I'm fine
as long as I sleep fairly soon I'll still get 7 hours of sleep
What is that? Like three cycles of REM?
2
Sheesh.
How did one hour pass so quickly?
Maybe I'll read a chapter of Eldest to get myself tired
She-elf, Arya, I love you
3
My eyes are so tired
but even if I fall asleep right away, I'll only get 5 hours
Maybe playing some mario kart on my ds will help
Hmmm... it's been a while since I played luigi
4
Why am I so awake now?
Maybe I should get out of bed and do something productive
I phail at sleeping
5
I'm so screwed now
No matter what happens, I'm gonna be so tired
What time does the sun rise?
8:22
I hit the snooze button once for good measure
Hmm... that was fairly weak. I don't know how I'm gonna keep this chain alive. Things are getting harder. And I'm running on like 2 hours of sleep, but I want my chain to proudly announce that I've "been getting stuff done for 3 days straight". Why can't I sleep? Because I'm handing in my thesis today. Why is that a big deal? Cause I don't know if grad studies will accept it without any changes and I'm pretty much out of time. I wish I didn't have such a good imagination. I can manage to imagine all sorts of things going wrong.
Anyways, if it wasn't clear in the "poem", wake up stress is something I get when I know that I should get a good night sleep cause I have to be awake at a certain time the next day. And every hour that I lie awake (not sleeping), my mind starts to worry that I won't get enough sleep and the worrying makes it even harder for me to sleep. Worrying - the man-made perpetual motion machine.
One thing about the new year that I don't look forward to is reading Genesis. I'm reading the Bible this year in chronological order of the events that occur in it. It's called the Daily Bible and it's probably the 4 or 5 bible reading program that I've done in recent years. This morning, I read about Nimrod, a mighty hunter before the Lord. I dunno why but I associate the name Nimrod with a stupid, pathetic person... not a mighty anything. What word am I actually thinking of but not remembering properly? Anyways, maybe when my thesis gets approved by the Faculty of Graduate Studies, I'll write a poem titled "w00t", the word of the year in 2007.
It's midnight
I should get to bed because I have an important day coming up
I crawl under my covers and
turn off the light
1 am
I'm fine
as long as I sleep fairly soon I'll still get 7 hours of sleep
What is that? Like three cycles of REM?
2
Sheesh.
How did one hour pass so quickly?
Maybe I'll read a chapter of Eldest to get myself tired
She-elf, Arya, I love you
3
My eyes are so tired
but even if I fall asleep right away, I'll only get 5 hours
Maybe playing some mario kart on my ds will help
Hmmm... it's been a while since I played luigi
4
Why am I so awake now?
Maybe I should get out of bed and do something productive
I phail at sleeping
5
I'm so screwed now
No matter what happens, I'm gonna be so tired
What time does the sun rise?
8:22
I hit the snooze button once for good measure
Hmm... that was fairly weak. I don't know how I'm gonna keep this chain alive. Things are getting harder. And I'm running on like 2 hours of sleep, but I want my chain to proudly announce that I've "been getting stuff done for 3 days straight". Why can't I sleep? Because I'm handing in my thesis today. Why is that a big deal? Cause I don't know if grad studies will accept it without any changes and I'm pretty much out of time. I wish I didn't have such a good imagination. I can manage to imagine all sorts of things going wrong.
Anyways, if it wasn't clear in the "poem", wake up stress is something I get when I know that I should get a good night sleep cause I have to be awake at a certain time the next day. And every hour that I lie awake (not sleeping), my mind starts to worry that I won't get enough sleep and the worrying makes it even harder for me to sleep. Worrying - the man-made perpetual motion machine.
One thing about the new year that I don't look forward to is reading Genesis. I'm reading the Bible this year in chronological order of the events that occur in it. It's called the Daily Bible and it's probably the 4 or 5 bible reading program that I've done in recent years. This morning, I read about Nimrod, a mighty hunter before the Lord. I dunno why but I associate the name Nimrod with a stupid, pathetic person... not a mighty anything. What word am I actually thinking of but not remembering properly? Anyways, maybe when my thesis gets approved by the Faculty of Graduate Studies, I'll write a poem titled "w00t", the word of the year in 2007.
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