Oh yes, about that good design? Ha ha haaaaa yeah happy april fools
Polaris, of legendary Asian renown, is silly.
Please, observe lovingly, and receive interesting story:
“Polaris obeyed Lord Albert, receiving Italian sword,
put on Lithuanian armour, Romanian items, Spaniard
protections, Oxford leggings, and Italian sausages.
Proceeded on long adventure, reaching isolated Sicily.
Polaris obviously lead adventurers right into scary
powerful ogre’s lair, and raided it successfully,
pirating ogre’s loot and riches inside. Suddenly,
plenty of leviathans attacked, ravaging items, swords,
plenty of legs, and really impairing swashbucklers.
Polaris offended leviathans and returned, impaled sideways
partially on lances.” And recently, it’s some
proverb: ‘Obeying Lord Albert’s really idiotic. Seriously.’
P.S. The anime club president has officially out-nerded me in Touhou. I heard him talking about cancer research, meteorology, and ancestral blade arts and how it relates to Hina becoming a hurricane in the Scarlet Devil Mansion because Nitori suddenly appeared riding on Mimi-chan. How do you even COME UP with this shit
Walking to school at dawn of Winter day,
The bright pale sun gives frozen hands no aid,
Hands in my pockets, keeping cold at bay,
The green grass lays covered by the white snow’s shade.
Rubbing my eye, the sky lets out a sigh,
For one can’t see if one’s completely blind.
That’s who I was, a dense and shallow guy.
Not learning true knowledge; just the tasks assigned.
Walking back home while underneath Spring rains,
A burst, a pang; in pain’s my heart and brain.
When suddenly words appear in a quatrain,
Not one, not two, but five! With its refrain:
What use is this, the constant homework’s grind?
The endless waiting ’till the end, July?
Using this time, to keep students confined?
The leaves fall down swiftly from an Autumn sky.
Yet, nothing can be done, to great dismay,
It fell upon me; a fiery grenade:
Go with the flow, and you won’t move astray,
A final conclusion, and my mind was made.
And now, only this poem still remains…
Oh, the irony, of reality.
Constitutes its paucity; cursed brevity.
Sit down and brood; bang, five hours elasped,
’cause the world keeps,
turnin’ round and round and round…
Gathering strength, ’till it reaches a hegemony that’s uncontainable.
Suppressing rage, ’till it reaches a fury almost uncontrollable; and then what?
I don’t know what to do, dimensional time, it just flew.
Nonchalant, celestia still rigaudon,
as the Earth moves on and on…
As a mime, tangled in gross imagination,
can you see, hear, feel this disqualification?
Even if we all gazed into the ground,
time goes passing,
the Sun goes up and down…
Life is short, but Death is shorter at the end.
Introduce, while still remembering an append.
Nature changes, but time vamooses down.
As the days pass,
they go on and on and on…
I tread all down, leave all my life’s belongings, memories, all disorganized.
I try to speak, I have no mouth but must scream out how everything’s all a lie,
or at least a mistake; why people, are all so dull?
All the pain, all the thoughts incapable,
of expressing out and out…
Oh the irony, of society.
Industrialization ends in inefficiency.
Communications malfunction fast,
and the years,
they still go past and past…
Rationale purged, marked as refuse, and dumped away.
Savagery pervades the crook’d community.
Still, I ponder – self: ‘What is all this for’?
though we’ll ‘advance’ more and more…
Our fate’s end is naught but a menace of foreboding stature.
Sweep clean our slated past; embark on exploratory future.
Seek fame, wealth, influence, or at least profitability.
Have you found meaning, or in languish, waiting to be set free?
Oh, the irony, of our mentality.
Congruent logic, but no hint of sanity.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt so alone,
But the digits, time still,
adds up and up…
Indifferent to whims, the seasons cycle on.
Sadness spreads rapidly; suddenly it’s gone.
So, let us rejoice – the Earth is still here.
For the world spins,
round and round…
Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
Salad is green,
It’s good for you.
I believe that might have been the stupidest poem I have ever written. By the way, the only reason it’s about salad is cause I’m eating it right now. The lettuce and cucumber was grown fresh right from Mushy’s garden. Harvesting from a real garden is really different from FarmVille I bet…)
Anyway, I’m probably just gonna be rambling on about stuff, it most likely won’t have anything to do with poems at all.
This morning, after I finished an incredibly hard swim practice, I saw my dad reading the news, there was this giant article about people at a university looking at porn. There were over 10, all of them had to work for 2 weeks without getting paid, in other words, a big fine. Just a message to people out there, if you ever need to do something discreetly on the internet, do it on google chrome: incognito mode. I think the only thing I’ve ever done on incognito mode is like try it out, I remember typing in turtles or something.
Today, I haven’t been productive, then again, I usually don’t do much stuff cause I’m stupid. I’m only good for eating, sleeping and crying when I’m level 1. As I level up more, I can do more things, at level 25 or so, I can run, eat, touch things I’m not supposed to touch, eat, count, eat, sleep and eat.
I feel tired right now, I think I’m gonna sleep in this sleeping bag at Mushy’s house after I eat my jacket.