That dango tree was for Frankie. :P

Looks like I'll have to put in some effort to this thing. We'll see how that goes...

Mainly, I am posting this to rant. Ranting usually helps me with my creative flow.

I'm gonna be selfish, and talk about me. This is *my* thread, anyways. .-.

I'm busy. I'm sad I don't have much time to come back here more often. I literally wake up, clean stuff, and go to work. Lately that has changed into waking up, going to work and hopping online then sleeping the day away. I believe I have made one of my many transitions, which is where I simply move on from my old fads and hobbies. Things bore me, and I lose interest, and I forget about them. Sadly this is has happened to AG and pretty much all of the people in it. Just imagine the mood of this post now as being that yellow dango.

Let's focus on the end of the school year. Around the start of May. By this time, I already knew I was going to fail two classes, and I would have to go to summer school. I didn't care, really. I though summer school should be offered as a full out school year thing for kids who work better online, but whatevs. And after school ended and my whole "OHLOOKIFAILEDAREN'TYOUSOPROUDOFTHEDAUGHTERYOUHATE" thing, I had Rookie Camp for band, and I had to go because I got Brass Captain. It was a win-lose situation. ANYWAYS. In summer school (middle of June, after Rookie Camp) I had to retake English and History, and I did it using Nova Net, which is designed for idiots. I finished english in 3 days and then history in 3 days, so summer school was a breeze. Then I went on a cross-country trip with my family, and that took up the end of June. It is now July and I'm wondering where my summer went, because it's the middle of July and I seriously have no recollection of what happened in the school year. My mind has been put on this cycle of work-sleep-work and that's just all I do. I haven't written any new poetry in like a year, with the exception of that piece for the poetry contest, and it was astonishing I could write AT ALL. Now I'm doodling again and you see the failures created, lol.

Well. Yeah. That's just a run down of my summer and why I haven't been here. But I'm getting money, and money will help me do things I want to do in life. IT'S SO SAD THAT I WORK IN FAST FOOD YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND.

BLAH. Life. Y U NO GIVE ME BREAK???

We shall see what school provides me; maybe a lovely break or maybe another friggin curveball. I'm really only waiting for school to come around considering it holds the key to my social life. *sigh*

TL;DR : Life has been sucking the life out of me, but I might stay alive until school.

Maybe a I can pull a poem out of my rear end now! Wouldn't that be fantastic?

Warm up #1

It's five-seven-five
It seems so simple at first
An understatement.

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Warm up #2

I suck at haiku's
Because I can't make it rhyme
Refrigerators.

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The Real Deal

Blue Jay

I've drawn pictures
I've read books
I've written poems
I've exchanged looks

At a glance
It's all for nothing
but if you look deeper
You can tell I'm not bluffing.

The pictures I make are my emotions
Drawn by me for you to see
On a clear canvas; they practically make themselves.
Just because it's abstract doesn't mean you can't tell.
Maybe I'm hurting, maybe I'm not.
One brief flicker of feelings, visually caught.

The books I read are my adventures,
They take me places I could never go.
They transport me to a safe haven,
To escape this bland life I know.
Where dragons exist, and magic is real.
But it's only for a while, that's the deal.
Once you close it, the spell is gone.
You're back in the real world and you must bear on.

The poems I write are my true words.
Ones I wouldn't dare say out loud
But they give meaning.
Sometimes to things of which I'm not proud.
But they clear my mind,
To give birth to something new.
Where I can narrow my list down
And see some things through.

The faces I make are the real trick.
Will you see my smile or see my eyes?
Will you fall for the fake?
Or see through my lies?
Will you comfort me when I fall,
Even if I laugh it off?
Will you be there for me,
Even if I don't ask?
Could you teach me to fly,
This flightless bird.
Would you even try?
Or would you give up like all the rest...

I thank the people who gave up.
Without you, I wouldn't have drawn all those pictures,
Or read all those books,
Or written all of these poems.
Or changed some of my looks.

The tilt of my smile can be brought down,
But if I never learned to frown,
I could never truly smile.
That's the lesson for today.
I'll close with a lame rhyme,
Like...a Blue Jay.

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Can't believe I really just wrote that. It really did come from my rear end. .-. But hey. It's what came to my mind, and I'm not one for a real edit. If anyone wants to drop by and critique it, or just give some feedback it would be much appreciated. :)

You could also ask me to doodle something. :P

So...I might post some of my abstract cra- I mean art in here. It all depends.

Thank you for dropping by! (/^,^)/

Someone? Anyone?

Aw. Well I do plan on posting something later today. *sigh*

Lonelyyyyyyyyy.

You have legions of fans consisting of lurkers.

Well, maybe stalkers, but I can't speak for everyone.

Well I wish they would come out and speak now :<

Chirping of the birds,
Yet silence is all around,
Consumed by the green.

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Entry for haiku contest. Whee-oo.

Darn it Sal. How did you know I was a stalker? Totally kidding.

Anyway, be patient Moon. You were gone a long time. People will start posting again soon.

It wasn't THAT long. I think it was since the January.. But that isn't that bad :<

I plan on sticking around a bit, at least until life hits me in the face with a hammer again.

mojo, mojo, MOJOSPY!