4 Blogs One Night- Part Four

The Final Blog

This is my final poem,
its the fourteenth and my last.
And since it's 1 am,
I'm going to write it fast.

I really enjoy rhyming,
it really makes me smile.
But due to the present timing,
this poem won't last a while.

My eyes are slowly closing,
my brain is shutting down.
My mind slowly imploding,
my smile looks like a frown.

For the muscles in my face,
grow weaker every minute.
In a race against sleep depravity,
and I don't think I can win it.

And as I slowly nod off to sleep,
as sleepiness has won the fight.
I'll close my final poem,
With I love you..and goodnight.

4 Blogs One Night- Part Three

Stride Gum

You say you last forever,
that your flavor will always endure.
But your lies aren't even clever,
and your ambitions are far from pure!

You've tricked so many people,
to the masses you have lied.
When you say a single piece of gum,
will keep my taste-buds occupied.

For as I sit here chewing,
my gum has started to taste like flour.
Your slogan you are abusing,
for I've been chewing less than an hour.

For all the flavor in my gum,
has quickly disappeared.
And since I enjoyed the berry taste,
my eyes have watered and have teared.

And as the population in my pack,
has fallen to zero in just one day.
I hope your CEO has a heart attack,
Stride Gum I think you're gay.

4 Blogs One Night- Part Two

The BBQ Fest

I could not wait as I drove down the street,
two blocks away lay great food to eat.
There'd be mutton and corn-dogs and real lemonade,
cheap trinkets to win and fun games to be played.
There'd be soft music that gently flows into your ear,
and emo-clad bands with lyrics evoking fear.
There'd be carnival rides jam-packed with bodies,
and drunk individuals stuck in the porta-potties.
There'd be bikers riding high atop their steel steeds,
with a reputations for never committing good deeds.
There'd be an assortment of people walking to a fro,
with so many weirdo's it'd be like a Freak Show.
But then I remember its the Barbecue Fest,
it's the same every year with the same lack of zest.
Which makes me wonder why I'm even going to the place,
if its even worth the bother of locating a parking space.
But then again it only happens one weekend each year,
so I guess I'll be going..even if it sucks rear.

4 Blogs One Night- Part One

Raps are really no different then poems, minus the deeper meaning and proper vocabulary. So here is a rap I wrote a few weeks ago, that a lot of you have already heard. However, it can be read slowly in poetic context so I'm going to go ahead and count it as a poem. Please ignore the lack of proper grammar as it was intended to be a rap, which requires it to be written at a 3rd grade writing level.


The world we live in is becomin confusin
arguin and accusin
arbitrary abusin
innocent people dyin
innocent mothers cryin
people judgin by color without even applyin
any context to their racial profilin
the angry world that surrounds me
does nothin but confuse and confound me
astound me
continues to surround me
till i cant even breathe
cause i hate what i see
pain and misery
disdain and trickory
hickory dickory
dock..the mouse runs up the clock
but the clock slowly stops
with each shot of a glock
with each body that drops
the world slowly endin
too late to start mendin
no need for pretendin
that if we say its all fine
we can trick our own mind
into believing the line
has yet to been crossed
that the world aint been lost
that society ain't been tossed
out the window
left to fall down below
left to fall down slow
slowly gettin closer to that hellish inferno..

Yeah I'm sayin society is going to hell
but well
can you really disagree with my synopsis
really think that there's a way to stop this?
this aint a normal problem cant just decide to drop this
wait a couple weeks then try and solve it again
cause a couple of weeks and it might already be the end
game over we lose
not enough time to extinguish the fuse
on the ticking time bomb under our shoes
don't listen to the news
there aint a single group to accuse
of the sins we've all commited
none of us can be acquitted
none of us can be omitted
from the list of perpatrators against the laws of right and wrong
the decay in society in our eyesight all along
if a single person feels as if they don't belong
then we aint tryin hard enough to make society strong..

AP Stats.

My password for blogging decided to delete itself two weeks ago, and i haven't been able to find it until now..was saved on a different computer..soo this is 2 weeks late butt..

AP Statistics

Throughout this last semester,
of my whole high-school career.
I've had a constant molester,
always tugging on my ear.

Because when I enter school,
and head to my first class.
I'm reminded that I'm a fool,
and that I'll struggle just to pass.

I just don't get statistics,
its as confusing as can be.
Its numerical characteristics,
never cease to confuse me.

Don't get me wrong the class is fun,
and my classmates make me giddy.
But it's hard to laugh and get work done,
when my friends are all so witty.

They always keep me distracted,
while I try to learn the course.
My grade has been impacted,
and yet there's no remorse.

For I've realized High-school is done,
and that I'm going to OCC.
So I guess I'll just have fun,
cause grades have no impact on me.

So while everyone else studies,
learning about stats and all its tricks.
I'll be sitting with my buddies,
being a goofball just for kicks.

The Love of My Life

A vast and expanse form of love,
comparable only to the skies above.
A love more rigid than a mountain side,
With passion as deep as a valley is wide.

A love that flows stronger than any river or stream,
with a fiery heat that could generate stream.
An eternal burning loving passionate flame,
that grows warmer and warmer just by muttering your name.

Paco, Paco, Paco

I've loved you since the day we met,
Our meeting an occasion I will never forget.
When you looked at me with those puppy-dog eyes,
I felt your doggish exterior had to of been a disguise!

For no dog that had previously entered my sight,
had eyes with such glowing...almost angelic light.
Your eyes the color of a young sprouting tree,
their hazel glow sprouting feelings deep within me.

Paco, Paco, Paco

It started with a growing sensation inside,
then quickly spread to my heart as the love multiplied.
It spread from my heart until it filled my whole being,
love for you was the only thing I was feeling.

I forgot of all my daily woes,
and instead cared only of your cute little nose.
For you slowly took over and encompassed my mind,
our lives from now on would remain intertwined.

Paco, Paco, Paco

To me you're more than just a pet,
you're a best friend that I shall never forget.
You're there when I'm happy....you're there when I'm mad,
you're a shoulder to lean on if I'm feeling sad.

I hope and I pray that you'll always be there,
I know I'll be happy if we remain a pair.
I hope you're standing by me when I come to my end,
You may be a dog, but you're also my friend.

Paco, Paco, Paco...

Procrastination

So I've been brainfarting for a couple days trying to think of a topic to write about this week..and then I realized it was probably my fault this blog is late because I waited until Sunday to even think about it..which made me think about how I maybe shouldn't of procrastinated..but then I realized I had fun while procrastinating so it didn't matter..and then I was like..hey..Procrastination..Wahoo.

Procrastination

With so many hours in every day,
You'd think I'd get work done.
But with my urges to laugh and play,
I'd rather just have fun.

Why should I waist away my life,
Attending every class.
I'd rather play a wooden fife,
While dancing in the grass.

Some of you may call me lazy,
But I would disagree.
Your vision must be hazy,
For its obvious you can't see.

That though I might go slow,
While completing a given task.
Any teacher would let you know,
I always finish what they ask.

You may call me incapable,
Of completing long-term work.
But the truth is inescapable,
You're just a jealous jerk.

You envy my mellow state of mind,
And how deadlines don't control my day.
How I live so free and unconfined,
You'd love to live this way.

Because while you're inside doing math,
Or writing an essay.
I'm out exploring every path,
Enjoying life in every way.

On a side note...if anyone ever reads this blog anyway..I'm running out of stuff to write about..if you've got any ideas whatsoever..tell me..kay thanks.

Haiku Boringness

So i was dozing off in public speaking when I realized I had forgotten to write my blog for this week. Realizing this fact, I decided to avoid sleeping by writing a few little Haikus after being inspired by the Daily Ning we had in which we had to write one. So here are a few that I wrote about completely random things that popped into my head when I thought about nature.

The Falcon

Always Gazing Down.
Nature's soaring predator.
Feared by all below.

Winter's End
Birds begin to tweet.
Flowers wake from dormant state.
Knowing spring soon comes.

Rainbow
Nature's Florescence.
Glowing rainbow of all shades.
Arching over earth.

Depression
Always feeling low.
Unable to get higher.
No ladder in sight.

Eliminating my agility is your ultimate ability, making movement tough is your plan of evil cruelty.
Restricting me from fun like a wife does to her groom, your presence in my life brings a sense of certain doom.
You wrap around me tight like a boa constrictor, your squeeze so tight my voice goes to a soprano from a tenor.
You sneak up on me...nearly every single morning, grabbing on my body without any type of warning.
Its not that I hate you..I just hate what you represent, your kin are the reason that my pockets contain lint.
I'm very glad to say that you're soon to leave my life, and if my mother doesn't mind I'll convert you via knife.
I'll slice off your outer limbs and throw the offal in the trash, or I may just make a fire and burn your excess into ash.
It won't be up to you so don't even make retorts, you'll soon be changed quite quickly from blue jeans into shorts.

Pants: My Sworn Enemy.

Week 4

Based on the fact that my life is boring and the weeks are normally just the same thing with a few changes in between, I've decided to change my blog permanently to mirror last weeks concept. From now on my blog won't be my week in review, but instead I'll just write a poem about something on my mind or something completely random. Kay.

When rain decides that it's too cold to drop, it doesn't just quickly decide it shall stop.

It instead takes on an alternate form, with much more beauty than a normal rain storm.
It decides to fall instead as snow, each flake emitting a soft-white glow.

The snow falls softly as it drifts to the ground, quiet and gently without making a sound.
It slowly piles up one flake at a time, it appears pure and clean with an aura sublime.
But as it continues to cover the ground, it gets deeper and deeper until its depth is profound.
For when it reaches a certain height, it becomes much less pretty and instead causes fright.
It covers the roads and eliminates driving, it stops daily life from going on and from thriving.
How could something that appears so pure, cause trouble that seems to always endure.
For even upon melting and filling a drain, it always comes back and causes more pain.
It's an endless cycle of nature's cruel trickery, and it appears that for nature it will always yield victory.
Its innocence is nothing but a great masquerade, one in which we've all been betrayed.
It lures us in with beauty on sight, but has us dreading its presence by the end of the night.
Snow.

Even pretty things aren't too pretty when you see their real intentions.

Week Three

Based on the fact that this week has been boring, and that I'd like to try and keep you from snoring...
I'll change from the normal review of my week, and allow your eyes to take a bit of a peek.
At a side of me to which none have bared witness.. there's much more to me than muscles and fitness.
I'm talking of course of my emotional side, the one part of me that I normally hide.
Because underneath the muscles and manly toughness, is a smooth little boy that lacks any roughness.
So i thought I'd take a second to reveal and to show him, by writing a quick and emotion filled poem.

Little Birdie

Little birdie out on the picnic table, Why not fly away? Are you not able?
So many chances to fly away, yet you've always chosen to stay...
Do you stay for the free bird-feed? A meal of sesame and sunflower seed..
Or is there another more in depth reason, that you're accompanying us during this chilly season.
Maybe you have a birdie house? Or maybe even a birdie spouse?
Maybe you enjoy the weather..the cold a comfort when it rustles your feather?
Maybe birds are like human beings..with ambitions and hopes and human feelings?
Maybe I'm just being a bit absurd....I mean after all you're just a bird...

Birds have feelings too.

Week 2

This week much like last has gone by rather quickly, Monday started off with me feeling quite sickly.
Lucky for me we had a day off from education, so I spent the day resting in temporary hibernation.
After I awoke at a quarter past two, my dad compiled a list of random stuff for me to do.
The list was quite bland and involved hours of work, but I'm used to it now...cause my dad is a jerk.
After finishing up the work-list from hell, I went to the gym and I curled the dumbbell.
Tuesday rolled by and was overall rather plain, the boredom that ensued nearly drove me insane.
Wednesday however was a special occasion, I was born 18 years earlier....a tiny baby Caucasian.
After school I joined a new Workout Facility, and after looking around saw a boy with an obvious disability.
He looked very goofy..like a villain from a kid's story...but after close examination I realized it was Corey.
He tried to look cool as he came over to talk, he bounced as he stepped..there was pep in his walk.
I looked past his attempted manly facade, he was merely a boy..with a weak boyish bod.
I lifted there for an hour or so, and then to Intramurals I decided to go.
We played our game and we lost just by two, but if you ask me we really won by a few.
Their score would go up..without even making a basket, I wanted to put one of them underground in a casket.
After that I went home and I went right to bed, it'd been a long day and I had pain in my head.
The next day was Thursday so I woke up for school, I forgot to do stats homework and I felt like a tool.
I nearly died twice during my gym class, I got hit so hard one time I fell straight on my..bottom.
I got elbowed twice right square in my jaw, the blood started pouring as if I'd been cut with a saw.
Friday was calm and rather uneventful, I listened to some music including an Elton John Instrumental.
Nothing else happened except I cleaned up the home, so many chores I wanted to hit my dad in his dome.
Saturday was quite fun and I enjoyed it a ton, we had a basketball game..and somehow we won.
That night I watched a movie with a couple of friends, its hard not to cry when "A Walk to Remember" ends.
Other than that my week was quite a bore, I bought Paco some treats but he kept begging for more.
Next week should be more fun so be ready to see, the poetical rhyming of week number 3.

Week One

This week has gone by rather fast, in terms of fun it's been a blast.
Monday was not an exceptional day, I went to class and then lifted with my pal Austin Day.
I also had my first day of college class, I can already say that I doubt I will pass.
Speaking in public just isn't for me, so Public Speaking will suck as you surely can see.
Tuesday like Monday was quite a bore, I went to school tired and studied some more.
I left school early..but not to my enjoyment, cause I knew I was headed to my orthodontist appointment.
They tinkered around and messed with my braces, it was quite painful so I made many faces.
Wednesday however was a bit more exciting, after school I boxed and worked on my fighting.
I punched the punching bag for about half an hour, then lifted with Austin and then took a shower.
After showering and making my stench become pleasant, my dad and I went to the store to buy pheasant.
It was actually chicken but what can I say, rhyming with pleasant was taking all day.
After that I left for my Intramural game, Pate almost got beat up by someone I won't name.
I have to say it would of been very funny, cause the kid woulda killed him..on that I'd bet money.
Thursday like Wednesday was nothing but fun, we played B-Ball in team sports and of course my team won.
Thursday night I had practice for church league ball, my coach really likes me cause I play like John Wall.
On Friday I lifted for an hour or three, just check out this bicep if you don't believe me.
I went to bed early cause I had nothing to do, my sister went skating and said "Sucks to be YOU".
I went to sleep watching an MMA fight, how I spend almost every single Friday night.
Saturday I woke early to play some ball, we lost by 5 to a team that's real tall.
To be quite honest my Church-league team flunks, we miss all our shots and not one of us dunks.
We've won a total of only one game, and we lost to Corey's team so I know we're real lame.
That night I went bowling which was pretty fun, I came in last and stupid Austin won.
That night I was also sexually abused, someone jumped on my lap and I felt kinda used.
We then went to Target where something crazy and epic occurred, James Shockley's coolness level was raised to that of Richard Franklin Freeman the Third.
James held G's hand and we all laughed out loud, if his father knew I know he'd be proud.
This concludes my first week in review, come back again next week for review number two. :)