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Well,  I have been blog-surfing (read procrastinating during the big-bad-exams time) and there were so many beautiful poems I stumbled onto as a part of the NaPoWriMo. So, yeah, I decided I’m taking a break to write a poem.

P.S. This is totally for the lulz-ness.

Microbio 101

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The X is increasing;

not two peas in a pod,

nor are you punctuating,

But children playing ‘train.’


Little rods, squiggling

to be stained,

some not moving.

Tell me, are you

pink or purple?


You need to grow;

let me take a droplet,

do you like blood or

do you like chocolate?


Little blobs, shiny,

your growth leaves me

exponentially happy.

But tell me your name

else I must extract it out.

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ICONATOR_d7c5aa76368eaba6e98d72f4a5db32a6I have nothing to say. Nada. All out of ideas. There you go. That’s a post, right?


Its not? Fine. Be mean then. *mutters incoherently* But, remember, you asked for it.


So, any one catch the “longest eclipse for another 105 years”? I got up at 5:30 am but all I got to see was a big ol’ bunch of nothing. Yup. Nothing happened here. Nothing happens here.Ever. Except maybe the Venus Transit thing.

In other news, we’re going back to our school tomorrow for its annual (since last year) Carnival that’s held on the school’s founder’s birthday. They basically raise money for charity except only the students of the school themselves and their parents and siblings can attend. No outsiders allowed. Doesn’t make much sense does it? But that’s our school for you. I remember they once charged the athletes (participating in the Annual Sports Meet) money for sand. Seriously, I am not kidding you. The throwball team (which Fuzzy and BWC were a part of, I can’t play to save my life) was once yelled at becuase they wore their team jerseys with their skirts because they didn’t match.* Doesn’t matter that they won the game. *shrugs* And that is why we moaned about school so much. I could start listing all the crap. But that would take forever. Stupidly enough, I miss even all the rubbish they would do to us just because it was so fun to just sit and yell and complain about them. Though, I’m pretty sure that College won’t disappoint us in that aspect.

I found out a couple of days ago that the time between school and college is known as the ‘Seven Week Itch’. Interesting ( Not really, but yes, Now you know). I wish it would just start already. Hopefully, we’ll have more to say when it does. I even looked “This Day in History” and you know what, Nothing happened today! Nothing interesting anyway.

I shall leave you now. My mum’s yummy pasta’s a callin’.

Here’s a poem I like.

Any Morning

Just lying on the couch and being happy.
Only humming a little, the quiet sound in the head.
Trouble is busy elsewhere at the moment, it has
so much to do in the world.

People who might judge are mostly asleep; they can’t
monitor you all the time, and sometimes they forget.
When dawn flows over the hedge you can
get up and act busy.

Little corners like this, pieces of Heaven
left lying around, can be picked up and saved.
People won’t even see that you have them,
they are so light and easy to hide.

Later in the day you can act like the others.
You can shake your head. You can frown.

— William Stafford

It so good.

Later.

* I hope I got the facts right. I remember everything properly.

PS: I’m so bored. Someone kill me!

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More Poetry

ereAs you can see, we’re having a bit of a poetry moment here at the blog. The following poem is probably my absolute favorite of all time (subject to change). It was the first poem that I read and then remembered for a long time. I love the last verse. It has a sort of rhythm to it and its my favorite part of the poem.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Robert Frost

Also, I promise to write an actual full post tomorrow. Goodnight people!


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Heya ppl! So anyway, I was studying for my English exam tomorrow, we have a bunch of poems, one of which is Keeping Quiet by Pablo Neruda. Its a good poem and he’s a really good poet. So I was looking up the poem and I found an entire bunch of his other poems and I loved this one and figured that since I was bored ( Yes, I know I’m supposed to study! But seriously, when I have something to do, especially studying, I can think of a million other things to do but when I actually have nothing to do, I’ll be staring at the ceiling, thinking about how bored I am and how there’s nothing to do..), might as well blog..

Ode To Enchanted Light


Under the trees light

has dropped from the top of the sky,

light

like a green

latticework of branches,

shining

on every leaf,

drifting down like clean

white sand.


A cicada sends

its sawing song

high into the empty air.


The world is

a glass overflowing

with water.

I love the imagery!

Bleh to English exams that make us dissect poems! But since its our last one, I’m so happy! Yay! Yay! Yay!

Exams are almost done!!

I really should get back to studying, I don’t wanna flunk in English of all things..

L8r, ppl!

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