Penny #8

"Laughter is the brush that sweeps away the cobwebs of your heart."

~ Mort Walker

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Went to the Quilt and Craft Fair yesterday. (The Penny is completely unrelated) Everything was so pretty! It was so awesome. Lace and beads and fabrics everywhere. The only problem was I ran out of money before I could get everything I wanted, therefore, I plan to save up as much as possible for next year. ^^

Oh, and quilts are trippy. Some much more than others.

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They moved us;
Left us in a different place.
We were walked into a room
Toys scattered everywhere
So many toys...

And atop the table
A rainbow!
Condensed into a jar
Divided.
We picked up a colour
And played with it.

We drew ourselves.
Nothing but geometric shapes.
Simple
But undeniably us.

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You remember the taunts,
You remember the games,
You remember the fun.
You remember
(best of all)
Throwing tantrums.

Memories of lion cubs
Scuffles and scares;
Nostalgia.

Time passes
Inevitably.
You wave goodbye to them all every morning
Then spend your time sorting coins.
And waiting.

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The walls are white,
Like always
--Why have you never noticed this before?
(Is it because
--Just maybe
The stage was always dark while you stood on it?)

The walls are white,
The lights are on,
They sat you in front of a box.
Flashing colours, silly sounds
You laugh a bit, look around
Then wonder why they're gone.

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Feeling very mellow today. Here's a Penny before I forget:

Penny #7

"By all means let's be open-minded, but not so open-minded that our brains drop out."

~ Richard Dawkins

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You began a process
--Process of elimination,
Subtly, oh so subtly.
(There's a hole
In your piggy bank and they're dropping out
--The pennies, of course)

A new flame alights
And yours flickers
For just a second.

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Are these poems related? Who knows? What are they about? I'll leave that for you to figure out yourself. ^^

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There was a time
When we were Inspired.

A time
When we'd fall into that deep well
Accidentally on purpose.
We'd stay there until a frog would leap out,
Ask us what we were doing,
Bribe us with a gift,
And lure us away.
But sooner or later we'd come back
Simply because.

The well was still there
And there was always time.

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I found a bunch of mini poems I'd written a while ago just the other day, and, since I'm not doing anything else with this blog, just felt like posting them. I'm curious as to whether I can even call them poems since they look more like cut up little stories to me.

Mind you, there's some very strange metaphors even I can't understand. Is that a good or a bad thing?
Feel free to interpret these whichever way you wish. I'll post another one up when I can.

An Average Post

Think boxes.

Then think boxes in boxes.

... In boxes and boxes and boxes.

This was pretty much how heavily wrapped our presents to my good friend, Average, were today. (Yes, we call her Average - check out her blog, it's good material.) Amongst the strange bright pink cake from Michel's Patisserie, the bottles of soft drink, the packs of choc chip cookies, the Tim Tams, the presents, the pretzels and the general assortment of snacks we brought to school today, hidden among the crowd of students, all vying for some food, was just another average girl turning sixteen.

Happy birthday! :D

This post is just as average as you are. LOL.