Hey guys!

I was walking my dog just now, and thinking about this tumblr post http://pizza.tumblr.com/post/83215322972, which basically says "what so you call someone who's obsessed with the moon - a lunatic"

What a great pun! But basically, it made me poetify it, and now I have a pretty poet-let in my head, and I can't stop singing it in my head. And I can't help but think there are so many little "wayward thoughts" floating aronud in my head that I'd really like to share with people, but I never get to. So why not make a section about it? (Hahaah. Exploiting lack of skills)

So here's the one wayward thought I came up with today:

"But darling how to make you swoon?

   Because all I see are stars
   and you're a lunatic in love with the moon."


And something I have written down from a few days ago:
(Bear in mind, anything written here could be a poem or a little undeveloped thought paragraph. Sorry!)

"I crumpled up the papers because I thought I couldn't write poetry. But when I held them again in my

hands, ready to throw them away, I felt the anger and sadness in those pages, and that was a moment of

fire, of frustration, and of everything I'd ever failed to be. Locked in those pages were memories, dark

thoughts swirling like a slushie gone wrong. And then I learned something. In destroying, I had created."

Hey everyone!
(or anyone who reads my blog. hmph.)

MURRY XMAS Y'ALL. I can't wait for 2014! One more year to mess up the year number that I just got used to writing. Enthusiasm!

Anyways, according to the lovely Weird Girl (http://thatweirdgirlinyourclass.blogspot.com/) I write a lot of depressing stuff. So, at 11 in the night (almost) some nice not depressing stuff came to head, and it's not twisted at all. In fact, it's a poem. Or an attempt at one. Yay. Here goes (plz dnt h8 i tried):

I love holidays
There's so much of nothing to do.
I love holidays

I can wake up in the mornings
And take as long as I please
Wiggle my toes and smile delightfully in bed,
not hurrying or rushing ahead.

I love holidays
The beautiful mornings that I never get to enjoy
Now stretch out deliciously like a promise
waiting to be fulfilled.

I love holidays
The memories of these days are warm and fuzzy.
I read books in bed and watch TV
Nothing ever bothers me.

I love holidays
It is on these days I do not hate myself
Living is not a chore
School is not a bore

I love holidays
Because I can promise myself new beginnings when they end.
I don't cry over my next assignment,
Instead I cry over some happening in a book, in a land far far away.
It is sad when they die,
but I know if I go back to the beginning, they'll be there again.
Smiling, and waiting, for me.

I love holidays
They'll pass by like a blur.
Somedays, I'll die of boredom,
but oh!
The luxury of having nothing to do
is too great to be missed.

I love holidays
I really do.