Writers Block

Writers block. yep I've got it. I guess I'm lacking inspiration. I blame it on school. It serioulsly lowers iq points.

Summer

Summer is a time for joy and fun

But the days go by so fast

The warm breeze blows under the hot sun

Lifting our spirits while we try to make it last

Summer marks the end of school days

And we say hello to something better

While we make memories, each in our own ways

That we will hold on to like a favorite sweater

Now summer is near its end

Towards the new school year we start to work

While we wait for summer again

Because around the corner autumn lurks

So farewell summer, we wait for your return

But we can daydream of you while we learn

Laugh much

So, ever read the road? or seen the movie? yea, well i made a much more exciting parody of it. ENJOY! 

The Lane

A Parody

Part I:

The man and the boy

     The man and the boy walked on the lane. They walked, and walked, and walked. Always walking.

They carried with them only a picnic basket.

     In this basket, they had four plastic bags to tie around their feet, a package of rope, a rusty pair of kitchen scissors, and their prized and beloved can of mangoes.

     Walking on the Lane, they understood only one thing. Never eat the mangoes.

     They walked among the ghost towns of the abandoned Coast. Their destination was the North, where there were laws preventing others from stealing another person’s mangoes. (They had a high respect for mangoes in the North, you see.) Along the way, they constantly looked for ways to protect the mangoes. Often, they would have to fend off people and animals who tried to steal their highly coveted mangoes.

     On one such occasion, things got severe. As they were walking, they found an abandoned barn. The man thought this was a great place to protect the mangoes for a while while they rested, for every few minutes, the boy had a new complaint. So they went inside. 

     The man looked around. There was a noise from behind a hay bale.

     “What was that?” the boy whimpered, “Maybe we should leave!”         “ We have to find a place to protect the food.”

     “Ok.”

     “Ok.”

     The man looked behind the bale and could not believe what he saw.

     Behind the bale lay  a ferocious looking German Sheppard. It let out a guttural snarl.

     “Oh! Can we keep it? Please!” the boy was practically jumping up and down with excitement.

     Before the man could say no, the dog stopped snarling and wagged its tale playfully.

     “Ah! Man eating dog!” the man and boy both let out effeminate squeals of terror as they ran frantically towards the door. They slammed the doors and bolted it shut.

     They ran until they were once again on the lane. The man stopped to check their progress. They kept walking. The man just knew that they were mere days from starvation. As they came across a mound, the man thought he felt something crunch underneath his foot.

     It was a bag of cheetos. The man picked it up. He gave it to 

 the boy to eat. They kept walking.

     After night had fallen, they had stopped to sleep. As they lay there, the boy cried.

     “I’m really hungry. I’m cold. I wish I was with my mother,” the boy sulked the long string of complaints.

     The dad sighed. The boy did this frequently. He tried to quiet the boy, but he wasn’t having it. The boy stood up, stomped his foot, and demanded to know why they were suffering. The man had no answer.

     Some time later, they were walking yet again, they saw a shadow in the distance. They cautiously crept closer. They realized it was a man.

     “Give me all yo food! I said ‘Give. Me. All. Yo. Food’” the stranger demanded.

     “B-b-b-but we aren’t supposed to eat the food” the boy stuttered.

     “Now!” the stranger hissed. He raised his hands and reached towards them. He morphed into a creature that was more demon than man. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a dagger.

     Dude, the man drawled, you look like that rosta guy from Twilight!

     The stranger gave him a quizzical look.

     Whoa! You’re right! the boy gasped. Can we help him? Can we keep him? he begged.

     Then the man asked for his autograph.

     The stranger turned and ran.

Part II:
Ms.
Gertrude
Dubois 

     Ms Gertrude Dubois was the neighborhood busybody. If anyone ever knew anything about anyone, it was Ms Gertrude. Her favorite pastimes consisted of watching the innocent residents of Grey Lane walk by on the street through her front window and diagnose them with an array of psychological disorders (she was a psychologist in her much younger years).

     As she was people watching one day, she saw the man and the boy walking down Grey Lane. They appeared to be talking and pointing. Curious, Ms Gertrude looked up the street. There was nothing.

     “Well I declare!” Ms Gertrude exclaimed. She looked back at the man and the boy. She wondered what was the matter with them. Then it hit her.

     “Why they might be schizophrenic! I gotta do something! I gotta call somebody!” She picked up the phone. “The FBI? No. The CIA? No, that’s not it. Ms Crawford? The mayor? Betty White? No, no, those won’t do either. Think, Gertrude.” She tapped her foot and thought some more. “I got it!” She dialed a familiar number.

“Hello, GLPD? Yes, this is Gertrude. I have an emergency!” she paused, “No, the spook isn’t back. Yes, I do. I’m telling you I heard a noise in my attic. No, Mrs. Cartwright isn’t baking another poisonous omelet for Mr. Cartwright. Hey, there was something highly suspect about that ingredient. Yes, this is an emergency! I’d like to report two schizophrenic males walking down the lane. They’re menaces to society. I am not schizophrenic! Why I never-” she broke off. “Well good day to you officer. “ She slammed the phone down. 

“Well if they aren’t going to do something about it, then I will.”

Ms. Gertrude opened the door and walked to confront the two schizophrenics.

She soon stood in front of them. “Why you ought to be ashamed of yourselves!” she wagged her bony finger at them.

“Cannibal!” they screamed in unison, running for what they believed was their lives.

“Why I ain’t no disgustin’ man eater! Get back here you good for nothing looney bums!” she grabbed the hems of her skirt and chased after them. When she nearly caught them, she delivered a big whack to the man’s head with her walking stick.

      “And you’re calling us crazy.” the man said in disbelief.

     “Why does everyone always think I’m crazy?” Ms Gertrude muttered.

     Despite the injury, both he and the boy managed to keep running and escape Ms Gertrude. As they were fleeing, the picnic basket that they had managed to keep fumbled from the man’s hands. Their precious can of mangoes fell out. Gertrude continued to, as she would say, “run them plum clean out of Grey Lane.”

     It was as they were almost out of Ms Gertrude’s sight that she noticed the fallen goods. She picked it up.

She ate the mangoes. The boy’s cry of despair as he looked back towards the tragedy was carried by the breeze that whispered through the lane.

The Convention- Final

Making sure I would not be seen or heard, I quietly crept out the back door and being certain that Igor was not around, I crept pass the grove and onto the street. After the unbelievable monster convention I had witnesses, it was frightening to be out so late and in the dark, so I had practically ran home and locked the door behind me. It was only when I was ready to go to sleep that night did I realize how tired I was. Amazingly I fell asleep quickly that night (with the lights on of course, there was no guarantee that a monster wasn’t lurking in the shadows).

The years following, I avoided the home, especially on Halloween, regardless of if there were any monsters or not. I wasn’t sure if the monsters I observed at their convention that night would ever go there again or if they needed to protect their anonymity and I wasn’t willing to risk getting caught. It was pure chance that it didn’t happen that fateful Halloween night and it was luck that I was able to observe the unbelievable event without incident. Even though that chilly October day was a unique experience and an amazing event, my common sense returned to me after walking away and I worked hard not to have a reoccurring happening. But from that night on, I was a wary believer.

Personal Apology

I would just like to say sorry for taking so long  to post part 2 of the Convention. In all of the chaos that is my life, i completely forgot!! Sorry!

A Warriors Ballad- Part II

Part II

The life he had chosen soon would take its toll

While he craved that love, for that girl he used to know

Slowly, he went insane, and everybody saw

That this young warrior lost his mind, indeed he had lost it all

They sent him on his way to find that lovely girl

But he then found out  she was gone and he had lost his whole world

Through this tale we can learn that it is better to risk it all

Than to give it up and suffer the fall

For if we take our chances we may avoid this fate

And  find true love before it is too late. 

A Warriors Ballad- Part I

Part I

A young lad off to war, to learn the way of the fist

A desperate mother, keeping her son was her only wish

But he left to lead a warrior’s life, to live his childhood dream

He would soon find out things aren’t what they seem

His heart told him what his brain would not hear, that end the end he’d die

He went in anyways and soon drowned in his pride 

For a while he beat the odds, and made it through seven years

Until one day he found someone that he would hold so dear

Midnight eyes and raven hair, the warrior fell in love

But the life he had chosen would intervene and take away his love

When he was called to lead a warrior’s life, one from up above

(The Long Awated) The Convention -Part 2

At that instant, all of the scary movies I had seen in the past, the ones I had always laughed at, played through my mind in a flash. The images made me shudder, because at that second I became a believer of more than just the supernatural. Incredibly, the voices in the room came not from people, but from monsters. After the first second of initial shock, my mind tried to rationalize what I was seeing.

            They’re just people in Halloween costumes, I told myself. I was soon proved wrong. All of the monsters were gathered around a large, old, circular, wooden table, for the most part. All of the characters in monster movies were there. It was truly a monster convention. Dracula was at the head of the table and thankfully the furthest away from me. I assumed him to be the leader, from his position. He had pale, chalky skin, bright blood red eyes, and pale red wings with a black lining. They looked like they were made of the same things as regular bat wings. The overall image was extremely terrifying. To his right was a trio of witches. Not surprisingly, Hollywood producers had gotten their profile wrong. They were each beautiful, and not ugly as they were typically portrayed. I wondered if they were naturally this way, or if they maybe used a potion. From very recent events, I was inclined to think the latter. Continuing to the right, ghosts were gathered in a group. I immediately saw that they were not the typical white transparent figures shown in movies. Instead, they were a faint light green color, closer to a translucent shade, a little more solid than what I was used to seeing. They did hover, however.

Beside them were two more familiar characters. The mummy and the werewolf were sitting beside each other and were joking around, as far as I could tell. Next to them was Mr. Hyde (he looked scarier and not quite so human, so I didn’t think it was Dr.Jeckyl, plus he was with monsters, so he probably wouldn’t go human). Conversing with him was a skeleton, who was called Mr. Bones. At the other end of the table across from Dracula was the headless horseman. He looked eerie, more so than the rest. It was probably because of the jack-o-lantern floating above the black cloak instead of a head. Conspicuously sitting to his left was Frankenstein’s monster, who was large enough to take up two or three spots. Rather than the usual green color, he was a normal flesh color. There were the large bolts protruding from his head and scars scattered about his face. In a corner behind him were mischievous-looking goblins, huddled together and muttering. I eyed them suspiciously, wondering what they were conspiring about. I watched the monsters talk among themselves for about five minutes or so when Dracula called them to order, proving my assumption about him being the leader right. I was shocked to see the group become automatically silent.

“Roll call,” he declared in a deep, grave, chilling voice. It naturally commanded authority. I was beginning to see why he was the leader. He then proceeded to call out names. “Amelia, Pricilla, and Camellia, here,” he glanced at a sheet of paper, checking them off. Who knew monsters were so organized? “The ghosts are here.” he continued. I was following the circle of monsters, and saw that the werewolf was trying to unwrap the mummy. I was snickering and trying to suppress my laughter, so it took me a while to miss the fact that Dracula didn’t call their names. I looked at him and saw him giving the two creatures death glares. All of the other monsters froze. Mr. Hyde sighed beside them. I barely had time to think “uh-oh” when he began to harshly reprimand them.

“How dare you behave so juvenilely when I am talking! Rusty, fix Manny’s wrapping. You know what happens when you do that!” I sucked air through my mouth, made my “ohh” face, and my eyes widened as I thought I want to drink your blood! , in that terrible Transylvanian accent they always give Dracula in movies. My shoulders hunched and my body shook with suppressed laughter. What a cliché. I shook my head. By the look in Dracula’s face, I was expecting ‘Rusty’ to fall on the floor writhing in pain. I was shocked to see Dracula give him one last dirty look as the werewolf immediately began undoing the damage, and continue ‘calling the role’. Way to hold up the fort, Dracky, I thought sarcastically. I rolled my eyes and shook my head. Monsters, I snorted. This began to turn excitingly comical for me.

I also discovered that the headless horseman’s name was Hector. What next? Finally, Dracula finished up, and I was surprised that he didn’t reprimand the goblins, who were muttering through the whole thing. Apparently this was a normal occurrence. Then they went about their short meeting, which was dead boring since I had no clue what they were talking about. I only got that something was going on with the European monsters. Tsk, those Europeans are always causing trouble, I joked silently. I grinned. At that moment, a hunchback came in, wearing patched clothing and an apron. I guessed that he was a servant to the meeting. I made a disgusted face at the grotesque, despicable creature. Most of the monsters ignored his entrance and carried on with their conversations. Dracula, however, addressed him.

“Ah Igor, once you finish in here, would you be so kind as to check on the animals and tend to their needs?” Igor nodded curtly.

“Would you make sure you feed and water Jack when you check on Griffy and Torch?”  Hector asked. The short hunchback nodded again. I thought back to mythical creatures. Griffy must be a Griffin and Torch must be a dragon (dragons blow fire so I guessed that it made sense). Because Hector didn’t have his famous horse around with him, I assumed that Jack was referring to the missing animal. I prepared myself to hide deeper when Igor moved, afraid he would go out the back door, but then he went out a door that must have been on the side of the house. Hearing the door shut made me wonder what time it was. I glanced at my watch, which read 1:05. How I was not tired? I decided that I really needed to leave, despite how intriguing this was. I also was not sure how long they would be here and I needed to be gone before they left so I would not be caught or stuck here. 

Check back on Wednesday for the final part of The Convention!! (There- I have a specific date!) 

The Convention- Part 1

All of my life, I never believed in monsters or ghosts. I had always laughed at scary things because no such things exist, right? After an encounter on one chilly Halloween night, that all changed. That night made me a believer.
On Halloween night, I couldn’t decide what I wanted to do, so I decided to do a bit of everything. This was exactly the reason I loved Halloween. You had so many options; trick-or-treating, seeing haunted houses, playing pranks on people and scaring them. Being older, I passed up on the trick-or-treating, although I did go to haunted houses and scare people. I guess the saying what goes around comes around is true, because later I got the scare of my life.
One part of my fun filled night was daring to visit the empty manor down the street. Everyone always said that the large vacant house was haunted, and I wanted to prove them wrong. For that reason, I approached the dark house with the boarded windows. Although I had always been dexterous, I had to clamber up the steep concrete steps that led to the house. Because the manor was a long way from the main road and hidden by a mile-long grove of trees, the noise could not be heard unless you were at the house itself. Since I was, I heard the indistinct rise of voices emitting from the house. Not wanting to be seen, I crept silently around the house. The back door was slightly ajar, so I entered. The noise I had faintly heard outside suddenly became louder. I guessed that the voices were coming from the front part of the house. Instead of being frightened, I was curious. I knew everyone was terrified of this place, so I wondered why there were so many voices. The question compelled me to press on through the rooms.

I soon discovered that the noise came from the kitchen. I waited until I was safely hidden in the next room, which happened to be the living room, to see who was in there. I spotted a large, blue and white ornamental vase that was larger than me, so I chose that as my cover. I peeked around the vase and could not believe what I saw.

Check back soon for part 2!!!

Who knew there could be a twist in a poem

We met the end too abruptly
Never would have worked, you and me
Now Im out with a friend or two
Anything to get my mind off you 
Inside myself for way too long
Then I realize i know this song
A cute man walks up, invites me to the dance floor
Why not? My heart cant possibly hurt more
I follow blindly, then we begin to swirl
Im lost in the beat my world in a whirl 
I loose myself to forget your face 
The song takes me to a better place 
The music ends, and I come to
I look, up, the man is you

Not my best...

Seeing what you want to see,

But they’re always the wrong things

Never knowing who you want to be

 Judging others before you know,

People think things they don’t show

But that’s something you still don’t know                                                   

You think people mean what they say

Sometimes I only wish it was that way.

Well, not now. Maybe a different day.

People have more than one face

You’re no exception in that case.

So you can’t judge. It’s not your place.

You don’t see, don’t know my mind.

If you thought, there’s much you could find

 But you don’t, you’re so blind.

I’m not who you think I am, but you don’t realize.

Self righteous and cocky. That’s what you are.

You think you’re perfect. Sorry, dear, not by far.

I particularly like this one :)

Ode to the Good Life 


This is an ode, so you see
To the good life and the way things used to be
An ode to the easy life
And a time when there was never stress or strife
To a time of love, friendship and peace
To a place where one could just be
Goodbye to being young
Goodbye to the song unsung
An ode to the perfect time and place
An ode to when people showed their real face
An ode to when life was divine
An ode to the life that was mine

(This is seriously the cutest kid I've ever seen :) ) 

"Sonnet" to the Man ??

Ok, so this is supposed to be a Sonnet about my favorite band-GODSMACK!!- but i screwed up the rhyme scheme and therefore failed miserably, but I like it all the same :)

He is The Man, higher than the rest

For he can do it all

They are the band that is the best                                      

For they have the gal

They are the ones that put musicians to the test

Yeah they’re the ones t hat make other musicians fall

Godsmack is the name that others will protest

Yeah others will protest but stare with open jaws

Within each note you hear something clever

You hear something great in every rhyme

Making others wish they could be them too

Putting their heart and soul into each endeavor

But they succeed every time

And always astound without further ado

If Only I Could Fly- Free-verse :)

If  only I could fly, life would be grand

Rocketing across the highest mountains,

Sailing across the deepest oceans

Who says the sky’s  the limit?

No boundaries, the world is my home

Egypt one day, Bahamas the next

No worries, just me, myself, and I

Free as the birds around me,

Basking in my bubble of serenity

Leaving my world behind

No one to answer to,

Doing what I wanna do

Now I’m flyin’ sky high

Living the life, floating on cloud nine   

The possibilities are endless

If only I could fly