Moose Poem

My chubby hands press against the door

My breath fogging up the glass

I hear the sounds of a family of moose

Chomp

Chomp

Clop

Chomp

Chomp

The youngest one looks up

For a moment it is just me and the moose

We gaze into each other's eyes

Penetrating the glass barrier between us

That moment passes

The moose looks away

And goes back to chomping

I will remember that moment

For a long time

Watching the beauty of nature

Meet my eyes


The poem is based on a true story- I was way younger though.

Out My Window (Poem)

Out my window
The world spins by
From toddlers to marathon runners
Do you see the smile?
Look a little harder
It's a constant race through time

Out my window
A child cries
The playground is so wonderful
Who would want to leave?
But away she is whisked
To her it's a crime

Out my window
A homeless man begs
His life is in your hands
A little help please?
Buy that cheap hot dog
It'll brighten his day

Out my window
There's Chinese and Spanish
From cookies to relish
Is there any alike?
All this diversity
It can't seem to stop

Out my window
It's all just a blur
But look down into it's depths
Are the details there?
So look a little harder
And see all the little things

Spring Break Camp

Hello again!
Today was the last day of camp for me. I was doing Classical Animation and Creative Drama. In Animation we learned and made our own pixilation (animating people, claymation (animating clay), regular stop-motion (just animating objects), and flipbooks. Oh, and today we did whiteboard animation. :P

In drama we did drama games, like Freeze. In freeze you have 2 people doing a scene together, and then someone yells out "Freeze!". Then the actors freeze. Somebody comes up and takes the place and frozen pose of an actor, then start a totally new scene using the position they are in. It's sooo fun!
I also got applications for theatre programs that you have to audition for or be referred to to get into. They are really cool!
Bye for now!

Contest

The contest is canceled because nobody signed up. :(

Poem and a Contest

My pen roars across the page
A lawnmower at full blast
He reaches the end
And spins on his head
Only to start mowing once more

My fingers fly around the keyboard
A tap dancer's energetic dance
They finish the phrase
And begin the word 'bays'
A crazy line of letters to come

My quill prances up and down the page
A skipping schoolchild playing
She runs out of fuel
Takes a dip in the ink pool
Dainty and quiet all the while

A poem is a poem
No matter the form
Remember that, my dear little child


Liked it?

I'm going to have poem contest! Your task is to write a poem on any subject. I will pick one winner and they will win a million dollars! Just kidding. They win a poem about them. So... sign up! There is no limit for participants, but your poem is due March 14th. Get it to me in any way you can, whether it be by email if you know mine, New Moon Girls (awesome website), or commenting below! TTYL!

Rain, A Walk, and an Update

Just a cracked piece of tape.

A tree. Yeah.

A car tire.

Rain that is really shimmery and is really cool and looks like snow on my balcony! It's awesome!

Another pic of the rain.

Darn forgot the update. :P

Isn't it funny?

A post I originally intended to be essay format, but now it's a poem.

Isn't it funny?
Isn't it funny
The peculiar way
Your dad's fancy printing
Matches the one on the card?
Isn't it funny
That the butcher wasn't the murderer
As he claims he was getting
The Sunday mail?
Isn't it funny
That the new shoes you bought
Have the flag of China
Imprinted in their soles?
But no, they weren't made in China!
And no, of course mail comes on Sundays, you dimwit!
Oh, and in case you were wondering
Dad didn't write that note!
We believe the funniest things, eh?
Psst, Santa died.