Okay weekend
Well this weekend had a slow start, a pep band game on friday and work saturday morning... Then things got fun. Got to go to Steffi's party which was sweet. I suck at lazer tag but still had a blast. Partied at her house and it was sweet, despite the... disruption I had.... anyways, sunday was boring, couldnt do anything, hw and cooking, fun.
To follow my trend of posting creative writing poems, here is the next instrallment, my sestina poem...:
Happiness is a hard caught dream,
Enticing you each night, yet eluding every day.
Slipping through your fingers, smooth as smoke,
The harder you try, the further it floats away.
Wondering why you alone are in the dark,
With indifference mixed with envy.
Struggling with this want, this trait of envy,
Still all you can do is dream.
Trying to be freed from dark,
Imitating others blessed with day.
You try to escape, and run away,
Fleeing through fire and smoke.
But around you wrap the ash and smoke,
In a whirlwind caused by envy.
Always keeping you a world away.
Yet longing for this dream,
This land of day,
You think you’ve fled the dark.
But wherever you find light, there’s also dark;
Though you’ve fled the fire, you still stench of smoke,
Clouding up your day.
Slowly lapsing, losing this fight with envy.
The closer to contentment, the more you dream,
Pushing you away.
Not wanting to just fall away,
After freedom from the dark,
You struggle back, to halt your dreams,
And rid the stench of smoke.
But supple are the words of envy,
Causing you to lose sight of the day.
Still you hope for your bright day,
Even when so far away.
An eternal battle, you with envy,
Forever fighting in the dark.
You make the best home among the smoke,
Sometimes freed within your dreams.
Accepting that in dreams is all that you’ll see day,
You loathe this smoke, knowing you can never get away.
Living in the dark, you keep step in your dance with envy.
Yah it was sooo hard to write and it makes no sense and i think i contradict myself a few times... oh well, i didnt feel like fixing it and thats fine with me... Now to do physics h/w...
To follow my trend of posting creative writing poems, here is the next instrallment, my sestina poem...:
Happiness is a hard caught dream,
Enticing you each night, yet eluding every day.
Slipping through your fingers, smooth as smoke,
The harder you try, the further it floats away.
Wondering why you alone are in the dark,
With indifference mixed with envy.
Struggling with this want, this trait of envy,
Still all you can do is dream.
Trying to be freed from dark,
Imitating others blessed with day.
You try to escape, and run away,
Fleeing through fire and smoke.
But around you wrap the ash and smoke,
In a whirlwind caused by envy.
Always keeping you a world away.
Yet longing for this dream,
This land of day,
You think you’ve fled the dark.
But wherever you find light, there’s also dark;
Though you’ve fled the fire, you still stench of smoke,
Clouding up your day.
Slowly lapsing, losing this fight with envy.
The closer to contentment, the more you dream,
Pushing you away.
Not wanting to just fall away,
After freedom from the dark,
You struggle back, to halt your dreams,
And rid the stench of smoke.
But supple are the words of envy,
Causing you to lose sight of the day.
Still you hope for your bright day,
Even when so far away.
An eternal battle, you with envy,
Forever fighting in the dark.
You make the best home among the smoke,
Sometimes freed within your dreams.
Accepting that in dreams is all that you’ll see day,
You loathe this smoke, knowing you can never get away.
Living in the dark, you keep step in your dance with envy.
Yah it was sooo hard to write and it makes no sense and i think i contradict myself a few times... oh well, i didnt feel like fixing it and thats fine with me... Now to do physics h/w...