A Flying Girl

A Flying Girl
by me(whatever)
because I read 'Leviathan' by Scott Westerfeld

Rolling my shortened hair against the wind,
a thousand miles above Earth.
A soldier?
A flying girl.

Whistling high above the hot air balloons,
I smile to myself.
A war blowing fire against my cheek
rope-burns in my hands

Before I knew it,
I met you on a Switzerland glacier,
nervous and in despair.
Those barking princes,
never giving me any rest.

The tension I felt grew,
while you remained blissfully unawares.
The war-fire burned in my chest,
eating, consuming.
I refuse to twist my skirts!

I'm no village girl!
A soldier declaring on the Leviathan.
My shorn hair rolled in hydrogen,
suddenly felt like a lie.

Don't trust me with your secrets,
though I would sooner cut my own tongue.
It's not steel against Darwinists,
If I told you....

Mr. Sharp just disappeared,
flechette bats tear into the worst "hush, hush"
Here, lets dance with a Huxley
before I just say "yes" again..

Those perspicacious people,
I could just throw them out a window.
So before I reveal my secret...
Who am I-
A soldier?
A flying girl.

Scaredy Bunny

Scaredy Bunny 

*a narrative I wrote for English

                I skulked in the darkness, waiting for my chance. It would be another failure as usual, but I held my breath and crept along the narrow brick path that led to the back of the house. Even if I had only been laughed at before (and given the stony face), this was still too good a chance to give up.

               

                I had been trying for the past week to scare my despicable older sister, but with no go. Each time I jumped out at her from a corner, or from behind a door, she just looked at me with an exhausted expression on her face. No doubt she just sees me as some little kid acting like a dork. After an endless amount of unsuccessful tries, she started to tell me off. She always does that. But I refuse to end this war without winning at least one battle. Today I had already embarrassed myself many times, so she wouldn’t expect another one out of the blue like this. 

My soaked, socked feet scraped the January ground. Yes, I had foregone shoes.

                I poked my head out from around the corner of the house. There she was- my evil sister, just barely clanking open the cage door of Chocolate Milk. She reached in and took out the plastic bowl, preparing to fill it with rabbit pellets. Looks like I was a bit early. It would be at least a few minutes before she would head back, all the while my feet freezing off their ankles. I whirled my head back around into the shadow of the wood shelter and suspiciously stared into the depths of the black surrounding all the junk we had piled up in there. The original plan had been to scare her from in here, but no way was I staying in here for more than a millisecond. It was too dark, and,-and scary. I couldn’t do it. I would have to back step to the slushy brick path and try to surprise her from one of the bushes.

                I crept back out into the scarce murky moonlight and looked around for something to hide behind. The bush I had thought to hide behind was too small, so I crept up to the one closest to the porch and crouched down in the muddy tangles to the side of it. I waited for what seemed like a millennium, developing a cramp in my leg. I focused my eyes at the bare-leaved Lilac bush opposite to try and keep the numb of my toes added with the desperate need for a stretch out of my mind. When I at last heard footsteps coming down, I had almost given up. I would just jump out at her and hurry up inside to warm up. She probably already knew I was here, anyways. I had made a lot of noises in my ninja attempts. But I listened hard to the footfalls, calculating the most precise moment where she would be close enough to “boo!” at.

“Step, step, step, step….” –There was my moment!

I leaped out of my far-from-luxurious hiding place and planted my feet apart.

“RAWRRRRRRR!” I yelled half-way enthusiastic, my arms held like a retarded T-Rex. I was all ready to go inside now.

A choking sound that can only be described as a “gasp” escaped the targets throat, and she stumbled back in utter surprise. “Huh?” I thought. Her eyes were as wide as two dinner plates, and her face had paled like a ghost in shock. She stared at me for a full moment, as if catching up in her brain that it was me and not some serial killer. I didn’t know who was supposed to be surprised, me or her. The first time I had ever succeeded in scaring someone older than my little brother, and I didn’t know how to react. But her wide eyes suddenly found me as incredibly amusing. I laughed. Hard and loud, I laughed, pointing my finger at her with tears in my eyes. I laughed like a drunken man in Candy Land.

“Don’t laugh! It wasn’t funny!” she cried in premature anger, but she soon started laughing too. It was a rendezvous of laughs-for-all.

“I didn’t think you would actually be scared!” I gasped between laughs.

“It really isn’t funny!” She said. “When you startled me like that it scared the crap out of me! It was like my heart stopped! Don’t ever do that again!” her voice trembled with laughter rocking her whole body.

We laughed and snorted like pigs for a full minute.

“But how long were you behind that bush?” she asked when we finally calmed a little.

“A while,” I said. “But can we continue this conversation inside? My feet are freezing.”

Schoolwork

Schoolwork 
by me(whatever)

'Schoolwork'
The word presses at membranes of my broken heart.
A whole lot of good it's doing me.
I struggle to struggle against it,
My soul with the true logic,
"I don't need it."

And I watch the people shuffle around,
Their lives no more than a few letters.
I resist,
an argument against myself.
"I don't want it."

But something inside me,
is scared of rebelling.

Why? while reading Shuntaro Tanikawa

Why?
by me(whatever)

The poet I'm reading,
does not want to write,
does not want to speak,
does not know his words.

Yet he writes.

Why?
I contemplate the question in my brain.
Is it for money?
Pride?
Reassurance?
Love?
Duty?

No, no, I don't think that's it.
I don't think so, yet...
The question roams on.

Why?

Words, Actions, and A Piece of the World

Words and Actions
by me(whatever)
at 5 A.M.

We are all
What we are
by words

We are all
Who we are
by actions

But words are also actions,
and actions also words

So it could also be said

We are all
What we are
by actions

We are all
Who we are
by words.

 A Piece of the World

by me(whatever)

at 5 A.M.

I returned from my corner

attempting to salvage

A piece of the world

But it tore from my finger-tips,

and sighing,

I sunk deep into the wall;

empty-handed.

Before the Dandelion dies

Things I need to do before I die, NEED TO!

*See fireflies
*Stand in a graveyard at midnight on Halloween night
*Have an adventure
*Witness/create something impossible
*Write my story of the sky
*Combine the twins inside myself
*Take random pictures of places, at least a thousand of them, and have a whole book of them
*Fold a thousand cranes
*Travel the world
*Become a wanderer
*Find my roots
*blow another umbrella inside out
*Find my own Shangri-la
*Jump through the cracks in time
*Discover love
*Sing as loud as I want without caring if anyone hears it
*Finish my scrapbook
*Help someone
*learn how to argue without my tongue swelling up, and Hold to it
*Become as stubborn as a weed (if I was one, I'd be a dandelion)
*Get rid of my robotic 'habits', and become an actual person
*Find a four-leafed clover
*Get a wish on a shooting star before it vanishes
*Get a house all to myself and paint the walls all crazy, decorating it strangely too
*Learn all types of mythology and different fairy tales
*Own my own black cat
*Explore some kind of abandoned building
*Have a solitary supper in the mountains at night, just watching the moon
*Watch the fireworks from beginning to end
*Sneak out for something important
*Run away
*Read all the books ever written by Diana Wynne Jones
*Fly on a hot air balloon
*Never stop

Cencoroll

eh hem, I watched this short 30 minute film yesterday for the second time, and like I thought I love it. I mean, there's giant monsters that can transform into things, or go invisible, it's just so cool! You can watch it on Youtube currently: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 . I don't know if you can count on those links for a long while, though. Here's the trailer for this awesome creation. I just love the characters.

A Bit of Nonfruit nonsense

A bit of nonfruit nonsense
by me(whatever)

An insomniac drinking orange juice,
a single lullaby swells,
again today I'm dancing-

Watching the stars fall under your eyelids,
tomorrow holds a burden too heavy to hold,
A flicker of a smile begins to disappear.

If the Earth weren't so narrow,
I could walk down between the buildings,
scratching at every dusty brick for a message,
It's not so hard, is it?

I cough and snivel up a snowstorm,
leaving the sidewalks behind.
Because I've given up an irretrievable future,
I'm drinking lemon tea.

If you gave me the opposite of pomegranate,
I'd laugh.
There isn't such a thing.

I want a raven and a writing desk,
I want my ink to be lime.
I want my words to be sublime,
It's too hard to fulfill?

I choose what rude is.
I'm not here for you to criticize.
I can darn well take offense.
Without your permission, Majesty.

Not going off to another world yet,
I'll stay here to give a piece of my mind.
Just because I was born with a grapefruit,
doesn't mean I don't taste like Winter.

Spring,
Winter,
Summer,
Fall.
You're pretty funny aren't you?

I don't care.
I don't go in order.
Don't you dare try to categorize me.

Those lying blueberries,
they turn purple with envy.
If only you watch them squeeze.
It's almost amusing.
See- just watch them.

I don't care for sense,
I'm simply insane for taste.
So doesn't the orange juice,
taste good?

I know it makes no sense, this Electrocuted Yellow Bunny

Electrocuted Yellow Bunny

A bunny named Yellow(also the color) was walking down RabiStreet, humming a stupid song to itself. And the chief of police came along and banned it. she said, "What are you doing here?" And she dragged the yellow fluff along to prison. In the prison the yellow thing finally realized what was going on, and with blood dripping, it tried its hardest to escape, but it got captured by the back of it's neck, and an officer passing by helped while smiling creepily. The bunny cried out as it was put in the electric chair. It became an electrocuted bunny, with it's hair sticking out and feeling awfully out of place. It's limbs became unstuck and attached to other strange places, like an arm on its head and behind. With her brain in her rear end, she felt like contradicting everything. She's learned that candy is NOT the cure for everything, and even though she may be wearing sunshine, there was only a Kuchisake Onna underneath, Wa ha ha. The bunny was kept sitting in the unpleasant chair, dripping blood for three hours, regretting not escaping while she had a chance. The officer turned out to be a Baba Yaga; an old gruesome lady that eats children. And you may have learned of that certain lady who caught two children who ate her house of candy, and put an idea into her head to eat the brother? She was also a Baba Yaga, and that is exactly the type we're talking about.

END.
sorry about that. I wrote it in church.

Bleh, it's my hero, Baba Yaga. I love her. And here's my crappy drawing, enjoy it or die.

Steps for My True Awakening

Steps for My True Awakening:

1. Chocolate
2. Chocolate Icecream
3. Hot Chocolate
4. Chocolate
5. Chocolate
6. Chocolate
7. Japanese Music
8. Petting dog
9. Belly full of Chocolate
10. Scent of Orange
11. Take a silver shovel and catch a star
12. Mispeling
13. Petting dog
14. Something incredibly cheesy
15. Something Random
16. Hot Chocolate with marshmallows
17. write poetry
18. Chocolate,
and lastly,
19. End at the number 19.

I feel like Writing the Sky

I feel like Writing the sky
by me(whatever)
Kenji Kawai- The Sky Crawlers

I feel like writing the sky.
How do I express a feeling like this?

I came across a pathway of light and dark,
stuck my finger into the fog.
Not knowing what to expect,
not knowing where I was to go,

Did I fall through?

I feel like riding the sky.

I feel like writing the wind,
skimming the clouds on winged feet,
plunging into blue,
leaping the stars as stepping stones

I feel like riding the wind.

I want to stare at the sun as she feeds the world,
I want to hold the moon in the palm of my hand.

I want to overturn every star
and keep a treasure-full of wishes there.

I feel like writing the sky,
how do I express a feeling like this?

Because though I've worked hard,
I haven't a penny to show for it,
but the sky stares down at me.

And I wait for the day,
when the wind says my name,
and I am blown away as the feathers of a phoenix.

The sky! The sky!
I feel like riding the sky.

Left

Left
by me(whatever)
to this song: Miku Hatsune- tautology

If I could reset my wishes,
I would go back to that time
I'm sorry I can't live forever.

The giant moon spins left of me,
ticking in rhythm to the past,
and the stars in their dresses with sprinkles of salt
trickle in my eyes like water.

If I could turn the world backwards,
I would have only a few words left,
"I'm sorry I couldn't sing that song for you"

The hope that burned away like paper,
crinkled in slow transparent warmth,
it turned into ash, and then snow
and then I felt a lamenting song.

If I could somehow make things all right,
and bury your shadow away,
I'm sorry
You'd still be left unsatisfied.

Sleep

Sleep
by me(whatever)

Putting my feet in portals to the future,
I silently take a breath
Elevation of rats instead of stars
smoky outlets freezing your lips
strips of paper water hose
I have only to wait for three twentyfour
hours before my flight begun.
Dirt in the crevices of polished minds,
a far memory of living on a hill
Taken because of a secret reminiscence 
unfinished moving pencils
pretending to be sorrowful
chased by a sunlit beast
so I'm hiding in the shadows
until the world begins.