A Place Father Time Skipped

Fizzy weeds and whuzzing bees,
deep barrels of  purple honey.
Bring some spoons so we can share,
this will always be funny.
Always still, this one nostalgic thrill.
Carousel ponies have chipped to silver.
Zoo ponies shrunk like leather.
A puppeteer’s world unstitched.
Falling into seconds, minutes,
fundays, mondays, footsteps, birthdays.
Threaded into pencils and blood cells.
That happened, but here never did.
Here stayed purple and infinite,
a nook in the universe,
a place Father Time skipped.

7 things I can do in 7 minutes

1. Microwave a piece of leftover lasagna from dinner the night before, and eat the entire thing.

2. Read 15 pages of Macbeth. And not understand a word of it.

3. Sit in my desk during a Trig test and practically have a heart attack because I don't have the faintest idea how to solve any of the problems, raise my hand to tell my teacher that "I'm blanking", only to have him tell me he gave me the wrong test.

4. Write a Haiku:

Me must eat your brains
They taste like jelly donuts
We are people too

5. Watch the new Deathly Hallows Part 2 Trailer, and then scream with joy for the remaining 5:03 minutes.

6. Straighten my hair, sprint toward school, turn back because I didn't unplug my straightener (which is an important part of not burning my house down and stuff) and make it to first period. Five minutes late but still a noteworthy achievment.

7. Catch a firefly in May, name it, grow attached to it, and then let it fly away and abandon me.

Rain

I love when the rain comes, but I would hate to be outside for him. I much prefer being in this warm house, listening to the water pound against my windows and watching the grey cloud spit and whistle and sigh at everything he can reach. But he can't reach me because I'm sitting on my couch sipping Chai tea and the fact than I am in here and not out there makes this that much better.

Do I really love the rain? I don't think that can be true, because how can someone love something just to hate it, to mock it. It's like saying I love malaria, because I don't have it and other people do. Still, the way the rain fails to hit me as it tries to beat down my door a million times per second, it makes me feel like I've won. And he lost. Sometimes, I would rather laugh at the rain then smile with the sun.

Fingerprints

You tell me our fingers fit together
Have you never seen the surface of these hands?
Read the mismatched curves of their topography
The overs and unders at opposite angles
If I am swimming you are soaring
We are fixed at different latitudes
Traveling in opposite directions
Each sure the other is counterclockwise
Only as close as these mountains let us
Balancing on distant snowcapped peaks
We often don’t hear what the other one speaks
Through the mercurial wind, the miles of mountains
The gusts of air smashing into walls of rock
Getting shattered and scattered
My messages reflecting back to my lips
The important words in the back of my lungs
You tell me our fingers fit together
I wish you would explain that claim to me
You laugh like asymmetry is something beautiful
And ask if I would stand out here with you
For a few more moments
I'm unsure why, but I always agree.

FREEDOM

I have not been posting around here very much lately. I decided it would be a good idea to abandon this blog for a week so that I could focus on studying for APs, but I don't think it worked. I procrastinated anyway, as I always do when I need to study for something as dreadfully painfully awfully awful as 400 years of history. I never got around to learning the last half of the 20th century, but the test went well enough I suppose. I don't have to see my score until July anyway.

FREEDOM. I'm done! Those tests were gunna keel mee but now they're over! See ya later, supreme court case flashcards! Best wishes, Mr. Presidents! Hasta la vista Treaty of Guadeloupe Hidalgo! Au revoir peace negotiations!

No more test talk, lets talk about....

Food! I went to Stew Leonards last night, which is this really awesome supermarket that has animatronic doohickeys everywhere and dancing cows and puppets that do flips! Oh, and a singing banana. She sings the same song on repeat; "Chiquita bananas make a great meal, there are so many good things under the peel, there are vitamins and minerals in every bite, and best of all its got the taste you like...." It goes on.




Stew's has these amazing apple cider donuts, but this time they also had red velvet donuts! Pretty amazing stuff. I'm eating one right now.






Also, they have a rather large wall filled with beanie babies so I bought this adorable porcupine guy. I named him Melvin. The tag says his name is Spike but c'mon, far too unoriginal for a porcupine. That's my dog, by the way. I think they're best friends.





I'm going to start legitimately writing again now that I have time. More poetry/semi-interesting posts that don't include stuffed animals and donuts/short stories possibly. Bye!