How are you?

 How are you?
by me(whatever)
to monochrome liar

"How are you?"
I don't know how to respond.

The day is expending,
flying out of the sky
without a single farewell.

We grow things on our heads;
you grow bunny ears,
and I grow antlers
for coat hanging.

They hate nonsense,
completely despise it.
And yet there is no such thing
as the word 'nonsense'
without the word 'sense'
in it.
Is there?

She hates questions,
especially when I give them?

I eat my meal,
the ocean in my
barely drunk from glass.

"Acceptance?"
"Fear"?
what words surround
at what time?

Shall I make everything a question?
Or is that just an underdogs cry?
I just ate my meal,
savoring the nonsense bits.

Playing chess,
alone in an empty room.
Even with a tear or two,
it remains the same.

The time will come
to open the door.
Accept everything you hate,
Fear everything you need.

Inside, I can't tell
is it Summer or Winter?
I'm so cold,
so it must be Summer!

Tomorrows striding through the sky,
without a single, polite "Hello."
Yet the one that won't talk,
is me.

"How are you?"
I can't respond.

So many questions,
questions, questions.
Answers, answers?

The noise surrounds me,
I despise it,
yet can't live without it.

I have no conclusion.

Cereal

Cereal
by me(whatever)
to Touch main theme

Throwing Life at
the dog that eats everything
searching for
a solution to boredom.

The individual pieces
resemble a jigsaw puzzle.
Why do humans
create things?

Iced over
sidewalk running the street.
a sentence
left unfinished to complete
the story. 

Cat Act

Cat Act
by me(whatever)
to love teasing

cat
cat
cat
cat.

at
at
mat
sat
hat
hat!
rat...?
bat
gnat
What?
or whut????

cut
cut,
throw it away
these useless rhymes.
You know what I'm saying, right?
cat
cat.

Take a bath!
But I escape through window.
Yell
yell
sell
shell
give you hell.

ha ha ha ha
ha ha
arching my back in laughter,
I zip open a rats back.
no
so
know
row
doe
go
tie your own bow.

Why do you keep hiding?
It's because your shape is air
bye
bye
why?
if your so sly?
die
die
die.

Like this,
I won't even be able to take a nap.
Do you depend on my words so much?
But they're useless to you.
you
who?
Koo
boo
sue
shoo!

Bye.

No no no non onononononononoonononononononono
you lie lie lie,
bye bye bye
here's my chance,
bite you from behind.

It's important!
Important!
Two Tails aren't enough!
No matter the shape,
it won't eat my dreams!

Continue.
It's still cold.

cold
mold
sold
sold
sold
sold
sold
bold, aren't you?

cat
act,
for the third time,
we spin in shadows.
It doesn't matter?
?
bye bye!

See here!
wannananananan it!
ranannannananan- can't taste it.
want it, want it,
do you want me?
Give me sweet!

ame
ame
sucking my thumb,
all illusions are reappearing!
Ghost girl in the drawer!

Are you afraid?
It's your own disgust!
bye!
Bye
bai
bai
ai
Ai!

Cat
cat
Cat
cat
CAT.

roll it,
roll the head across the floor!
roll the die.
die
die!

bye
bye!
Will you see that person now?
How?
Don't ask stupid questions,
I'll release the collar now.
color.
Black
Black
Black?

your responsibilities are slack now,
so go back to whatever you were doing.
I don't care
I don't care
do you dare?

Don't touch me.

candy
candy
ame
ame
candy candy
candy rain
bye bye,
Mr. Pumpkin.

Cat
Cat.
cat?
Tac??

Cat
Act.

Go to Bed Nonsense

Go to Bed Nonsense
by me(whatever)

ducklings afraid of the water.
grandma's dancing on the roof without a care,
(I wonder what they thought her.) 
and zombies with flowers in their hair,
singing and praising a broken cellphone.

Puppy love is cleaning the house,
my robot's drooling on the floor.
I go to school, and my teacher's a mouse.
we all get infected with an alien spore.

Kidnappers get kidnapped,
my lil' bro is smarter than the king.
Oh no, the cat has become unwrapped,
It's time for the rockets nose to ring,
and for you to skip your way to bed.

Red or Blue? Purple?

Red or Blue? Purple?
by me(whatever)
to : mukai kaze

Everythings in my way,
To me who is alone,
everyone is saying "NO".

It's not that I want to change.
It's not that I want to be trusted.
I just don't wanna admit defeat.

Even with the people dying around me,
Can I keep on this road?
Even if this road is wrong,
Can I keep on?

Something like an 'answer',
is something I can only come up with.
I understand that finally.

Everyone I see is alone,
so where is the thing called hope?
Unable to move, I become incredibly frustrated.

I want to sing at my full power,
I want to run until I burst.
I want to live until I die.

I'm sick of staying here dreaming.
Nothing but empty illusions accompany me.
Ruined goals, that sort of thing.

Before I've even begun?
I don't want to accept that.
Listening to the voice of Wind.

Forget, let's forget
the past, the present, the future.
Forget, let's forget
the person I've been, the person I am.

It's not that I want to change,
I just don't wanna admit defeat.
It's not that I want to be kind (obviously),
it's just that I have itchy feet.

Mr. Damien, are you dead?
Really? really? were you even real?
Not a fabrication?
I'm still searching the mystery.

Diary entries, let's destroy those.
A diary is for someone who's dieing.
What I need is a journal,
for my journey.

I want to destroy everything,
start over new.
But why in the world is it so freakin' hot?
Like I thought, I hate Summer.

Ignoring the warning,
press the red button.
In the sky scraper ten thousand feet high,
Opening the door to space.

I want to show you,
new worlds, new people.
So let's set out to meet the demons,
don't mind red or blue.

Neighbor Espionage adventure

 Neighbor Espionage adventure
by me(whatever)
to : Sobakasu

Espionage on your face,
oh what a pain.
Don't ring at my door,
just because you don't want to go by yourself.

So why,
do we have to stalk your sister round downtown?
Because she's got a new boyfriend?
Ah, man I wanna go home.
but you pull me along by the arm.

Peeking through a shop window featuring stuffed animals,
we can see that doll girl smiling
at what you call the 'dirt' next to her.
That teddy bear in front of me,
I think I'll buy it later (when no one's watching).

Trailing the poor couple down the crowded street,
the next destination is a small cafe.
Sun at it's highest peak,
the vampire me is suffering.

Sitting across a few tables outside,
please, oh please, don't pull those out
Not the goof glasses and the detective outfit!
But you go all out with the sticky moustache,
and while you peer through the two-holed newspaper,
I can see our waitress laughing behind her back.

Does this neighbor kid have some kind of sister complex?
actually, I don't even wanna know.
With all these people staring at us,
The only thing I want is to disappear.
(But first I think I'll scarf down this parfait.)

On the road again,
I'm walking a few paces behind.
I don't know you, I don't know you, I wish I didn't know you
Ooops,
peering at my watch,
looks like I missed my show. *inward sigh*

With all the eyes around us, and the little girl who's pointing
how in the world has your sister not noticed us yet?
Either she's blind or feigning indifference,
I'd like to think it's the former.

In that long coat trailing over your shoes,
how are you surviving this tyranny of heat?
It twists around your legs,
and in a bundle of cloth and boy
you trip and collapse.

You look so pitiful there,
sorry, I can't hold back the laughter!
With wounded pride you stand and start walking away.
Hey!
Looks like we're both as hopeless as ever. 

So the 'dirt' guy needs a bathroom break.
As soon as he's disappeared into that tiled room,
the doll-featured sister stomps over to us.
Ah, now I see why you wanted me along.
It was to balance the serving of scolding, wasn't it?

yep,
as hopeless as ever.
But at least I got a parfait.
I mean, neighbor boy paid.

Sinking

Have you ever wanted to sink into the sky?

Drown in it.
Breath it in.

Forget everything.


A feeling like falling,
I just keep lying.

Wanting to be brave,
wanting to love.

I'm afraid.

To be betrayed again.
Of betraying.

I just keep hiding,
behind the code of poetry.
Because of this,
no one will ever understand.

Well, no one really reads it
unless I throw it in front of their face.

I dunno,
if I can even publish this one.

I was riding the bus home today.
Stared out the window.
All I did,
but.
I felt like I was being separated
from this stupid body.

A little bit scary,
I'll admit.

But I remembered a bit of how I felt that day.
Now what am I supposed to do?

It's becoming summer too fast,
I'm still wearing my turquoise coat.
I ran to catch up this morning
so I wouldn't be left behind
by that ridiculous yellow school-mobile.
I sweated like a penguin in Texas.
But I wouldn't remove
that coat for some reason.
I think I might be an idiot.
?

That stupid dog
breathing all over my lemon cake.
I stole my mothers chocolate bar
ate the whole thing
handed her the wrapper.

I can't even spell 'turquoise' right
without the spell check.
Dang it.

This is worthless.

What the heck am I writing anyways?

I feel like throwing everything away.

I need a vacation.
I need sleep.
I need alone time.
I need new music.
I need to forget.
I need to stop.

I've noticed I have a habit
of saying 'a bit' .
Now that I've noticed it.
I'm annoyed.

I'm always annoyed.

Why?
How could I not be...

Great.
My stomach hurts.
Stress? Anxiety?

I think this might be a type of therapy.
One that's a double edged sword, though.

I gotta stop writing this rubbish
and start doing my English homework.
I feel pressured to do well in that class
because the teacher recognized me.
How annoying.

Hate the sun. Wish I lived somewhere rainy.
With lots of shade.
But not too cold.
I hate it when my toes and hands turn blue.

This is starting to get boring.
If you're even reading this far, stop it.
You're ruining a few minutes of your life.

Wait.
Did I just admit that I would post this?

My feet hurt...
Went a bit  too far with the jump rope yesterday.
panicked for my ears in band today.
It felt all wrong.

I think its decided,
that I'm bored of my everyday life.
But I'm just being stupid.
The reason I keep living it
is because I'm still somewhat amused.
See?
A liar.

"She stole the beauty from the milk,
and left us with just the whiteness."
I keep remembering that line from a book I'm reading.

This is getting way too long.

Though I hear some poems go on for pages and pages.
Like the Odyssey, or Shakespeare.
Still too long for me though.

I traced the lines of the clouds against the lines of sky
in that bus.
Somehow the things I remember the most
are the little things.

I'm sick of being dead.
"I'm sick in every way but one.."
what way is that though?
Great.

Something different
about the sky today.
Dawn was beautiful.

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.

Kitchen Heart

Kitchen Heart
by Me(whatever)

This heart of mine is a kitchen,
if I were to describe it to you specifically.
the walls change colors on different days,
and the windows close and re-open,
according to the temperature of the weather. 

The pictures lined up prettily on the changing wall-paper,
need to be dusted every once in a while.
If the decor is disarrayed and messy,
I must use my hands, -quickly
before a guest comes.

The dishes can become dirty as they sit in the sink,
eventually a rotting smell seeps out.
I can ignore dirt and grime for a while,
holding my nose as I walk by,
though in the end I can't bear it.

And when I become hungry,
the refrigerator sits in the corner,
Preserving  memories I haven't thrown away.
Though they've cooled with time,
I can easily reheat them in the microwave!

If I wish to bake some cookies for someone,
the oven stands to be heated.
Though things I've kept in the freezer,
hoping never to be melted,
may also accidentally be thrown in.

The knives reside in their places,
clean and ready to be used.
To feed my boredom,
I grab the things I bought elsewhere,
and even if I'm cut, I chop and cook.

Pots large enough for a family,
and spiders unseen deep down in the cupboards.
Sneaky mice thieves running in at night,
the drawer that holds all the useless gizmo's,
thrown in by indifferent fingertips.

Yes, the chip bag hidden for a self-pleasure,
the cans over five years old,
people opening doorways searching for nourishment,
the stinky thing they find,
and the performance of dancing silverware.

Conversations are held here,
singing, twirling, crying, wondering.
The bottles of cleaning supplies sweep the floor,
scrubbing away with all their might,
a discoloration of Clorox. 

Plates all stacked up,
occasionally becoming broken,
the counter-top grandly adorned with candy wrappers,
the aroma of spices,
and the acquaintances walking through.

Hey,
if I said,
"my heart is a kitchen"
what would the glass vase roses say,
that are in the dining room?

Because,
no doubt,
a kitchen,
is a dangerous place.

Return to Golden Memories Who Stay

 Return to Memories 
by Me(whatomic) 

And again I return to myself
after everything is over with
I remember loving you
was that just a myth?

You may say to your face in the mirror
"I gave it my hardest, again"
There is only one happiness I need
Can I write it with a pen?

Only seasons revolve around me
memories overlap common days
the mind is bored of its job
Be alleviated when it frays

I wish it would rain
clouding over the painful sun
Bring moisture to the skin

remember where it will run

There is no rhyme or reason

I just want to live

to know "Stay Gold" once again              

What would you give?

Constant notes in my head
competing in their own thoughts
But I want to stay dry for now
Dreams are something they sought

For the sake of opening hope
and cornering it in the vastness of this heart
I'll bring it over as a gift
Let the flow do its part

deep in the forest of happenings
I get lost in a labyrinth made of stripes
animals come to consume me
Or so the author types

I can't find anything to inspirate
motivate, excite, truly right
A pirate of ridiculous proportions
am I the one I'll fight?

Because the wind blew me back
the past is the path in front of me
I lost something there I want back
So come to be.

Once Upon a Time Soaked in Rain

If you compare rain to sadness, love to a rose, and sunshine to happiness, what do you get?

             "Love's roots might be soaked in sadness, however it blooms in happiness."


That's what I came up with at least. It was raining so I was thinking about it.

Strange huh?

Once Upon Time
by Me(Whatomic)
written to If only you knew (Piano composition)

"Once upon a Time"
There was a story.
it had been forgotten,
buried in the vast lines of others.

And then one day,
a star came down.
It politely asked of it's wish;
The story said:
"To be found."

I want to ride in time,
not once upon it.
I want to see where my loved ones have gone,
I want to hear them.

"Can I be remembered?"
Pleadingly the story inquired.
The star shed a tear at this, and said,
"My dear, you were never forgotten."

"Can you remember?"

The Heart-Warming Friendship God only knows

Today I have decided to write about how I met my best friend.

Well, actually, before we start, I would like to straighten something out. I never have best friends. I simply have friends closer to me than others. I don't like to label my friends because of what I think of them. Good. Now that you understand, I'll tell you the completely ordinary story of how I met my closest friend.

(No doubt you have one of your own, right)

Well, it was in P.E. class in seventh grade if I remember correctly. It's something weird, but whenever you try to remember when and where you became friends with someone, you never can remember everything. It's something like Meeting amnesia. Well, anyways, we were supposed to get into groups for something I can't remember. I asked her to join my group. It was pretty simple; my habit of asking interesting people who are alone to join me in my weirdness. Normal people are annoying to me after all(I'm probably even more annoying to them *sweat*). Anyways, it turns out that we had a lot of similarities in thinking, so we became friends. I haven't met a lot of people like that, who share my wave length to the extent she has. I'm so happy I have my weird habits. They're like my good luck charms. An abstract kind of good luck maybe. Haha. They can also bring me sorrow though. I ignore it.

Was that story heart-warming to you? Good.

I like "The World God Only Knows" Ost.(It's an anime FYI). Here's some of my favorites: Arifureta Real,  Dare mo shira nai...,  Hashiri Dashitara Tomare nai Shoujo,   Koi no Shirabe,  Koi-Kuchizuke made no kyori(Main theme). Don't feel obligated to listen to all of them, but listen to the last one at least. It's me favorite.


This is a shorter post, but before we go, RANDOM QUESTION:

Do you have a journal?

Before drawing my Night Blinds in the Summer Times

Before Drawing Blinds

by whatomic(me)-written June 2,2012 at 1:30 A.M. (random thoughts before I finally went to sleep)

The moon behind
my shoes scattered bewildered on the floor,
wrapped in a cocoon
a late night gamer below
even late in sleep
I still write unrelentlessly
graffitied on from two days ago
my eyes are heavy enough
to draw the blinds
to my world windows.
And my camouflaged flashlight,
my black and white tiger
taunt me to sleep
Subtly
Against the wind,
in the garden outside, below
where water is sucked into the ground
The sprinkler that sounds
like someone breathing
A far-off memory,
and a guilty sharpness
covered in mists
A piano stringed mess
but no rain
Falls
out into the wistful world
I dream about
going to
one day.
Out.
My clarinet in a corner, A tuxedo trick? Comedy?
Hand tired.
Stop.


I like to think I'm creative sometimes. Only some times. some-or times. summer times.

Gold Watches and Jingle Bells

The Gold Watch

 By ME(Whatomic)

My named is Louis de Coutes. Born into a peasant family, I never really understood the suffering we withstood. My family was never truly happy, but we came close despite our misfortunes. Days were spent in the fields, scraping the dusty dirt for any vegetation that had survived the scorching war sun. Living our lives in the city of Reims, I had heard far off about a maid that had rallied the French troops against the English at Orleans and miraculously won. Apparently all the French citizens were all energized after this victory and had put her as some sort of unbeatable idol. My parents were energized to, however I remained somewhat unmoved. I had no idea what any of these things had to do with me. What was a few far off victories if it didn’t affect me? A month later, in June, I heard she had won a few more victories in places like Jargeau and Patay. She claimed she won because of God. I was rather skeptical. Would God really take sides in a human war? Well.

                I scuffed the dirt and pushed a tiny seed into the crevice I made. Perhaps this one would actually sprout instead of just dying like the others. Feeling overheated, I retreated over to the shade of a tree and shook in a gulp of water. The water ran over my tongue and took my temperature away. I laid there for awhile; watching idly as a dragonfly flitted back and forth in a cloud of gnats. I just stared at it. In a way it was appeasing and infuriating to sight something as indecisive as you were. I only sat there. I believe I dozed off, for the next moment I opened my eyes with a sharp pain on my cheek. A man stood over me; a tall man in his middle ages, wearing a uniform with a sword in his hand. I realized that he had just slapped me with the flat end of his sword in order to wake me up. He opened his mouth. “Hey, brat where’s your folks?” It wasn’t a question, but a demand. I just stared at him. The man played with his sword. “I don’t have time for petty jokes; let me see what’s on ya’.” And with that he grabbed the scruff of my neck with his left hand, and with the other started rummaging around my waist coat pockets. He pulled out the golden watch I had received only a month ago for my birthday from my father. I bit my cheeks. “Oh? Not something you would expect on a peasant boy would you? Well then, I’m off.” He let go of the scruff of my neck and walked off swinging it in circles with his hand. I was thrown on the ground. That man was a French soldier. Why was he here, in Reims, when the area was controlled by Duke Philip? It didn’t make any sense, but I knew one thing. I had to get my watch back. That watch had been passed down in my family for generations. I couldn’t just simply let it go.

                I ran towards him and grabbed the swinging chain from the surprised soldier. But when I turned to run back, he grabbed the back of my collar, choking the breath out of me. “Hey, brat, what do you think you’re trying to do?” He grabbed the watch chain and threw me to the ground. “Think twice before you challenge an adult.” He walked off and disappeared between the trees. I was left there, feeling desolate. What would I tell my father? He had given me that watch as a symbol of growing up. My family had kept that watch for over 150 years. I had lost it in only a month. Useless.

                My six-year old little sister came running over to me before I could fully realize the loss of the watch and anguish over it. “Come quick, Louis, come quick! There are people in the streets! Mommy and daddy are there too, they were asking for you. Come on!” I rose to my feet and dusted off the dirt on my pants. “People in the streets?” Annabel tugged on my shirt. “Yes, yes, and we need to see, now!” My curiosity got the better of me, and we set off running down to the main street. I dared not raise my suspicions, but was that man one of the “People”? And what was going on? I hadn’t heard anything about this, where were the old hag gossips when you need them?

                We rounded a corner and a sight awaited me. All the faces I had grown up seeing, dirty, clean, rich, poor, were crowded on the sides of the street cheering. The noise was immense. Men and horses paraded in the middle of the street, proudly showing off their swords and uniforms. The uniforms, I noticed, were French; the same as the soldier who robbed me. My hunch had been right. I looked around at the soldiers faces; none of them was the robber. Some of the citizens were waving French flags.

                Annabel tugged me to the left.”Mommy and daddy are over here.” I allowed her to guide me over to the parents who had given birth to me, and the father that had trusted me with his watch that I had just lost only minutes before. I tried to act natural. “So what’s going on, father?” I had to yell to get my voice over the noise. My father turned around with an extremely glad look on his face. “Ah! Louis we were looking for you! What were you waiting around for? It’s the coronation of the Dauphin!” He turned back to the parade of soldiers and resumed his cheering.

                Well, I’m sure you could imagine my confusion. Coronation? Dauphin? In Reims? While Reims was under control of Duke Philip? Why hadn’t anybody told me what was going on? I was practically bursting at the seams with questions, but I couldn’t override the crowd’s noise with my own, so I just stayed quiet and watched. At a point where my eyes were swimming with in time feet and bright reflections off metal, the crowd got louder. It was the type of loud that is pointed directly at a certain person, the person we were all crowded around the street for. I looked around for the receiving personage of all this noise and excitement and found him.

                 A rather ugly man with a honking nose and drooping eyelids rode into view on a beautiful white horse. I wouldn’t have recognized him unless it was for the finery he was dressed in. My mother turned to me. “That’s the Dauphin, darling, do you see him?” She pointed at the figure I had just recognized. I nodded yes and she turned back around, picking Annabel up in her arms so she could see. I looked at the Dauphin again. This was Charles VII, the new king? It was a bit hard to believe. I glanced at the people riding behind him. They were all clad in armor, except… Was that a woman? I squinted my eyes. Yes, it was. Clad in men’s armor, riding behind the Dauphin with a confident smile on her face; Joan of Arc! I realized suddenly. As if it could be another person. A seventeen year old girl in men’s armor, and behind the Dauphin. That place would be reserved just for her.

                Two soldiers were riding by her sides. I glanced at their faces. One of them had a scrubby chin and looked around forty, while the other one… The man on her right side caught my eye and smirked. It was the man who robbed me! The look on my face was probably something to behold, as Somer (our old neighbor), asked me if I was alright. I sort-of just looked at him and nodded as I ran over everything in my mind. I got robbed, coronation of king, Joan of Arc, Soldiers, Robber next to Joan of Arc. What was going on?

                My best friend, Jean d’Aulon, ran over to me waving another one of those small banners. “Hey Louis, they’re moving into the church for the crowning, wanna go see?” I glanced at the soldiers parting ways at the entrance to the church to let the Dauphin inside. “How? We’re not allowed inside.” Jean grinned. “I know a way.”

Jean led me to the back of the church and looked around for soldiers.  There wasn’t any. He turned around and put a finger to his lips, then reached down and pulled on a chain stuck in the dirt. To my amazement, the dirt lifted, and revealed itself as a trapdoor. There were steps down into a deep dark tunnel and it was filled with dirt and cobwebs. Jean looked at me, then started down into the tunnel. I watched after him for a minute, then followed after.

                It was hard going, but after a while of groping along in the dark with our hands, we came across a small beam of light and heard talking voices. Jean stopped in front of me and motioned upwards. Another trapdoor entrance sat above us, a set of stone steps like the ones before leading up to it. This was where the voices came from. We squeezed our ears to the back of the trapdoor and listened.

                “So regarding the absence of a page or squire for the Maid, where is the next place you reason you could get them?” A man’s voice appeared first. Papers rustled, and then a woman’s voice came in. “Is it really necessary?” I’ve fought all my battles without the need of them, why should I need some now?” The man’s voice again. “It’s mostly for the public, as a page and a squire require that you are an important figure, however the use of them will go far also.” More voices came in, though we couldn’t hear them. Jean turned to me. “I think the coronations already over, this is just boring adult stuff, wanna go home?” I nodded yes, and we turned back from the trap door to go back through the tunnel, when my heart stopped cold. A soldier was standing right behind us. He was grinning. We scrambled to get away, but the soldier grabbed us by the back of our collars. He slipped something cold and metallic into my pocket, then with us in tow, jumped through the trapdoor and into a sea of unrecognizable faces. The blast of light revealed the soldiers face as the man who robbed me. “Hey missie, I got your page and squire.” Through the beating of my own heart, I could hear the ticking of my watch in my pocket.

 FIN
 

I found this song, and even though Christmas is long over, I just love it. I love the vid the best though. It's too hilarious for my life. 96Neko, I freakin' LOVE YOU!

 This song is a remix of Jingle Bells(Japanese version of COURSE), sung by 96Neko, Tenchou, and Kogeinu. Anyway, I love this. These two things are so random put together, it's perfect!

Memoirs of Lagoon and a Sexy(!) Samurai

Yesterday I went to Lagoon! It's an amusement park, if you didn't know. I went with a few of my friends, and we just dorked around the entire time. My favorite ride is the Samurai. My second favorite is the Colossus/ Fire dragon roller coaster. I also just love the Ferris Wheel, Music Express, and the Turn of the Century. Everything just feels like you drop into another world; which is probably why I love amusement parks so much. It's probably closest to actually getting into real fantasy, except when you're reminded by the prices of everything over there. It's so expensive!

After I got back, I was so tired I just fell asleep on a restaurant booth seat(it's not very comfortable FYI), and lost my voice after so much screaming. Then when I went to bed, I couldn't even sleep very well despite my exhaustion. All night I was just rolling around. Everything in my life is made up of irony, isn't it?

My feet hurt to.


School is almost over. I always get a bittersweet feeling around this time. I'm almost finished with all the stressful last term work, and now it's just a handful of fun. Am I going to miss this place? Hmm, probably not. I'll just forget about it, maybe.

I'm watching an anime called Rurouni Kenshin right now. It's kind-of old and cheesy, so I didn't think I'd like it so much! I dunno why, it's just one of those things. It's pretty much about a super samurai named Himura, Kenshin who befriends the main character, Kaoru. It's good so far, I wonder what's going to happen next?

We wrote 6-word memoirs in English class a few days ago. They are pretty much a sort of like saying a story in six words. They are kind-of fun to come up with. Here, I'll share my not very great ones with you. Most of them are just sort of inside jokes, but whatever.

Band geeks with playing cards; dangerous.

Sung out loud, someone walked in.

Too much chocolate=battle balloons popped.

My favorite one is the one in the middle, because it can relate to almost anyone.
I'm going to end this post now, so I can watch Rurouni Kenshin and maybe do some of my homework.. Laters!

 Playing BS with band geeks is so much fun normal people can't handle it. :)

Walking summer SsS Pillow-ness

Ugh, I haven't written a post in a while; that's the way it feels anyhow. I've written plenty of poetry, but all for school, so hold with me for this long post. As you do, maybe you'd like a little music? Here are some interesting songs I found in the past few weeks: Just be friends-North-T Arrange (cover Himawari) , Hello/ How are you- Band arrange (Nanou),  Meltdown (Jazz arrange), 1925- jazz arrange (Luka megurine) , Kagaribito- Miku Hatsune-Millstones.  If you can't listen to the voices, then listen to the karaoke versions, they're great!Note: all of these songs are originally by Vocaloids. The links are also at the bottom of the page in my 'Music I listen to?:' link list.

*This paragraph poem thing was written for my P.E. teacher so I could make-up stuff.

When I went Walking

                I went walking one day (or rather night, as it was) with a dog outside and around the lamp posts. The moon shone with a sort of brilliancy that reflected my shadow on its surface. I found myself not alone; as I watch other persons as myself loitering with an excuse as I was. Some played tennis, some played night games, and one couple I disgustingly witnessed, ended a date with a kiss. I crossed to the other side of the street.

                The night fancies to cover things up, wrapped in a velvet blanket of shade. I unconsciously moved out of light, as though defining my features offended it. I strolled around in a circle, first through a park named after a lake, then passed my home and went on through to other streets. I slowed before my destination, however, and retraced my steps backwards. I walked backwards with my dog pulling me down. I walked forwards then, to my house, and went to sleep.

After Summer

The deserted town of After Summer,

No longer moved a breath

A man found himself walking,

In a large piece of absence.

The water called him first,

Lapping the shore with its waves.

He remembered a flower

Blossoming in the water graves.

Second, he finds a garden

And the largest flower of all

Is a “Pansy for thoughts”

Who empties all realization.

These false confessions,

And only imagined affection

Exactly like forgotten photos,

Searching through reflection.

Love is precisely pain,

Forgotten scissors and tearing in,

Running then jumping back

A paralyzed memory After Summer.

*Written as a response to Africa: Short story= "Absence” by Yasmina Khadra

*The line “pansies for thoughts” taken from “Absence.”

Haiku:

soundless pens-

Pens eat the paper

outside the lined white dying

There is no sound here.

Summer river-

A canopy green

floating the boats of summer

away in the blue.

Skylark -

The skylark alive

soaring up in feeling high

Again Forever.

Ode to my Pillow

Oh,

Like a cloud

Motionless,

waiting on my boat;

My pillow

Fluffy, unadorned,

slipped into a fabric case.

You hold my head up

when the night wind bellows outside

And filled with soft-filled ecstasy.

The king of all birds!

Succeeded all imagination

You whisper melodies weaved of happiness

into my ear

to my dreamland.

Could you, Could you?,

Comprehend the puffed up beauty?

The rectangle of star-filled generosity

holds all things under it I need

desperately.

Willing

to be abused

When I'm in a fluff fight,

or crawl in as what, the cat

brought in.

Lovely like candy.

Oh,

like a cloud

Motionless,

Waiting on my boat;

My pillow.

*All poems written by Me (Whatomic).

You got through to the end! Congratulations!

Self-motivated Slacker

*(WARNING- this post is more random than usual.)
It feels an eternity since my last blog post! It was only a little more than a week too! Perhaps I am officially addicted? Oh no! Yes!

I am such a slacker. It's one of my faults that would I like to keep secret, however at the same time I just want motivation to get me off my rear end. Ever feel that way? "You don't have a life!", "You're wasting your life!" "Your failing idiot!" "You won't catch up!" They like to say these kind of things. It's really annoying, won't they just shut up? It's only their self-satisfaction that has them stuck on us. And can't they see this is my way of rebelling against them? I don't want to have to try to get to speed with my siblings, because if I do I'll be compared and pitifully looked down on with those snooty noses. Because I know I'll lose. My luck has never pulled through. I'll just ignore them.  Besides being a slacker is fulfilling in a way, yet leaves you empty. I hate pity. What does a couple of letters tell someone about you?

*spin*

 y

rotate*

 a

*turn

 w

*dizzy*

 n

plumage: (def )

"Noun:	A bird's feathers collectively.
Synonyms:	feathering - feather - plume" (google)

Ha Ha Ha

If I was a character in the novel Alice in Wonderland, I would be the Mad Hatter(even though I'm a girl). Check out the poll to your right.

I have to many dreams stacking up all at once. I don't wanna be anything if it's not unique. I wanna stomp my foot to the ground!

(return to normal version- "this is a weird post isn't it, almost creepy")
Well it's all the fault of this song!:

Here's the link: vocaloid(Gumi)- Rosetta


Fun.

Being

crazy

is

Fun.


I wanna write a novel!

...Bird.

Astronaut Cat! and Arrietty...

I just found this video today, and I fell in Love! Dunno why, but it just feels like me at the moment.
Well, here you go:

 

If this fails, here's the link: Miku Hatsune- Strobe Light 

There's lots of other sort of remixes, like Hello Strobe, or Goodbye Mr. Remember, so check them out! That is, if you're like me...

  

Random, but I went and saw The Secret World of Arrietty today. It's a studio Ghibli film, yay! It was pretty cheesy though. The acorn dude was cute. The link is a trailer.

 

P.S.  I love the cats.