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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.

Don't Try to Make Sense of This. Seriously.

These past few days I can't help but feel an acute sense of 'loss' in my world. Unfortunately, I don't really know what it is that I've lost. Is it time? It makes sense considering the large amount of things piling up on my to-do-list, as well as all that homework I don't feel like doing (I'm probably the biggest procrastinator you'd ever meet.) There is a certain amount of loneliness that probably appears whenever my brothers leave to go out and have fun while I'm left behind (I blame school for this), but it's pretty normal, so that's probably not it. There's also the whole art/writing block which has been bugging me -- but, really, there's no time for me to focus on anything but the homework I am, evidently, not completing.

I suppose it's very hard to pinpoint these things exactly. I have a mind which focuses on myself, naturally. Apparently the constant battle between morals and self-satisfaction seems to be doing something to my emotional state -- well, frustration is the obvious result.

I went to Borders yesterday. There was a massive sale since they were closing down, but I got there pretty late. It had to be one of the most depressing things I've seen in a while; rows and rows of empty shelves. It didn't help that I didn't even manage to grab a few books at a bargain price, because anything I wanted was gone already. I wasted about ten minutes there, searching vainly for something of value in that small pile of leftover books that nobody wanted. When I left, I left with nothing.

As expensive as they may be, a book is a book, and I love them. Bookstores were among my favourite places to be and I don't go out much. Money saved was used on books. Every time I walked out of a book store (be it Angus and Robertson, Borders, Dymocks or QBD), I knew I could come back with more money and buy another book. Unfortunately, now that my local bookstores have been shut down, I have to search for new ones, or order online (something my dad completely disapproves of). Therefore, it's going to be much harder for me to buy books and I won't be able to browse through my favourite bookstores anymore.

This has been bugging me since yesterday.

Really! With technology developing the way it is, one day electricity will be the most valuable resource to the point where humanity will be completely dependent on it. And when there's a blackout everyone will panic and there will be chaos. I can imagine it right now. Serves you right for getting rid of my bookstores dammit.

Yes, my rambling tends to lead nowhere. Listen to the title of this post and don't try to make sense of this.

Penny #6

"All children are artists. The problem is how to remain an artist once they grow up."

~Pablo Picasso

Picasso is a very quotable person. :)

If you were to compare the me in primary school to the me you see now, you'd probably wonder what went wrong. In primary school I was winning awards, I was at the top of the class, I was so goddamn proud of myself it was ridiculous. Come high school and I'm averaging everything, then the marks got lower and lower and lower. Why? Lack of motivation is one thing. Bad teaching? Possibly. (I am of the opinion that the best teachers are the ones that can give a person the motivation to complete a task and do their best at it) Parents are a big influence obstacle as well, constantly badgering you with negative comments about your subjects and how much you fail at life.You have the choice of trying to please them, or completely ignoring what they say.

In primary school I had a dream. I wanted to write and to draw and paint and do all sorts of ridiculous things -- but not build a spaceship. I never even thought of that. I should build a spaceship.

... Huh. I just went off randomly there...

We got our reports this week. I didn't do so great. The teachers kept going on about how much "potential" I have. You get the idea. I'll leave it at that. Have a nice life. ^^