Thursday, January 31, 2013

The Art of Procrastinating

When my mom tells me to do something
I tell her 
"I'm the leader of a very important nation,
I'll have you know.
Procrasti-nation"

So instead of doing my homework
I prefer to sit at home
And look at pictures of cats

Quoting Fat Amy is my specialty

My blog isn't going to run itself

See, I would much rather fangirl
Over photos of One Direction
Than start on any work I need to be doing
Anything important

I think we all agree that Zayn Malik needs me more attention than
Geometry and trig functions

Monday, January 28, 2013

Royal Evening

It screams "You're cordially invited"
The color of royalty
It smells like grapes
And lavender
And reminds you of a queen
The color of blueberries all smooshed up
Or in a smoothie

It's squishy and mooshy
And gooey and thick
And slimey and sweet
It tastes like popsicles
And smells like Summer

It sounds like trumpets blasting
The entrance of a queen
Royal invitations

It smells, tastes, sounds, feels like a lot of things
But mostly
It's happiness.

Monday, January 21, 2013

The Rainbows and Butterflies of Majesty

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I love butterflies
And Rainbows too

Sometimes I dream about them
And flowers grow on a beautiful stem

I wish I was a unicorn
That's what I'm looking for-n

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Happiness is beautiful
And majesty is true

Monday, January 14, 2013

My Inner Poet Cannot Be Described in Words

My inner poet can not be described in words. Rather, feelings. See, my inner poet is that feeling you get on a snow day, the one where you wake up and realize you don't have school. My inner poet is that night where no matter how hard you try you can't go to sleep, because it's your birthday tomorrow. Excitement. It dances from word to word, and my inner poet can not sit still. My inner poet is that feeling when you take a bite of your favorite dessert that you haven't had in a while, the feeling of cheesecake or whatever dancing on your taste buds. My inner poet likes to jam out to music, it doesn't matter what kind; as long as it has a good beat. You see, my inner poet mutters the words 'I can do the impossible'.