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Cliches (NaPoWriMo 15 Bonus Track)

I’m as hot as the tea kettle,
I’ll fire away and burst into flames.
Like a phoenix.

I’m as cold as frozen peas,
my icy glare will pierce.
Like an Arctic fox.

These are words I can’t control.
Ask me not what they mean.
I cannot answer you.

These are lines that break
awkward. These are images that
don’t mesh together.

Some rhymes are slanted,
the free verse can’t stand up,
the metaphors are missing a vehicle.

I have no form. I have no content.
I don’t even have a poet.
I’m words that run wild and choose to be.

I control her.
I bite at her spine and I pinch at her thighs
until she writes down a mess of knotted words.

That’s me.

That’s why.

Blood Red Moon (NaPoWriMo 15: Terza Rima)

This night has screamed some reddish work and I
have seen the moon above the trees. Its light,
its rise, its truth, its gloom will never die

by the dark hue, as palpable and right
as blood that runs in veins. “I’m mesmerized,”
say those who swear by wine and moons so bright

and clear, the people who are hypnotized
too easily, too gullible to howl,
let them be free, and leave unterrorized.

Let’s not be blown away, the winds will scowl
and steal the moonlight midnight cabaret,
listen to the cries of a lonely owl,

the party-goers stop by the soiree,
the leaves rustle, the secrets they keep
are caught in the luminous shadow play.

Let’s tuck the children in, for they will sleep,
because as always they have no regrets,
the rest of us will drink, our sisters weep

and our brothers trade us their cigarettes.
Tonight, we clink our glasses to the moon.
Tonight we even let ourselves forget

and whistle again to the clair de lune.

Anonymous sent: IMAGINE: YOU ARE STUCK ON A DESERTED ISLAND THAT MEETS ALL YOUR BASIC NEEDS (SHELTER, FRESH WATER, ADEQUATE FOOD). YOU FIND A MAGICAL SEED THAT WILL GROW INTO A TREE THAT WILL GROW *ONE* TYPE OF FOOD--ANY KIND OF FOOD YOU WANT (LIKE, PIZZA OR SNICKERS, ETC). WHAT KIND OF TREE WOULD IT BE????

CUSTARD TART TREEEEEE

Anonymous sent: WOULD YOU RATHER HAVE ONE GIANT TOOTH OR ONE HUNDRED LITTLE TINY TEETH??

BE A SHARK ONE HUNDRED LITTLE TINY TEETH

Anonymous sent: WOULD YOU RATHER HAVE TEETH FOR HAIR OR HAIR FOR TEETH?

EW WORST QUESTION EVER BUT I GUESS TEETH FOR HAIR…HAIRY TEETH SOUNDS LIKE YOU WOULDN’T GET TO EAT

Anonymous sent: WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST, MOST OUTRAGEOUS, MOST NEAR-IMPOSSIBLE BUT STILL EXHILARATING DREAM FOR YOUR LIFE?????

BECOME EITHER A STAND UP COMEDIAN OR A HK SOAP OPERA ACTRESS.

about the blogger

bold what’s true about you

I am under 18.
I am a cuddler.
I am a morning person.
I am an only child.
I am currently in my pajamas.
I am currently pregnant.
I am left handed.
l am right handed.
I am ambidextrous.
I am a little shy around the opposite sex.
I bite my nails.
I can be paranoid at times.
I enjoy folk music. 
I enjoy smoothies.
I enjoy talking on the phone.
I have a car.
I have/had a hard time paying attention at school.
I have a hidden talent.
I have a pet.
I have a tendency to fall for the “wrong” guy/girl.
I have all my grandparents.
I have been to another country.
I have been told that I have an unusual sense of humor. 
I have or had broken a bone.
I have caller I.D. on my phone.
I have bathed someone.
I have changed a diaper.
I have changed a lot over the past year.
I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.
I have had major/minor surgery.
I have had my hair cut within the last week.
I have mood swings. 
I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.
I have rejected someone before.
I like the taste of blood.
I love Michael Jackson.
I love sleeping.
I love to shop.
I own 100 CDs or more. 
I own and use a library card.
I read books for pleasure in my spare time.
I sleep a lot during the day.
I watch soap operas on a regular basis. (HK Soap Operas)
I work at a job that I enjoy.
I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free. 
I am wearing socks.
I am tired.
I love to paint/draw/sketch/sculpt.
I consume at least one alcoholic drink every month. (what an understatement)

I have/had:

Finished college. 
Smoked cigarettes.
Ridden every ride at an amusement park.
Collected something really stupid.
Gone to a concert.
Helped someone.
Spun turn tables.
Watched four movies in one night.
Been broken up with.
Taken a college level course.
Been in a car accident.
Been in a tornado.
Been in a hurricane
Been in a cyclone
Watched someone die.
Been to a funeral.
Cut myself.
Ran a marathon.
Your parents got divorced.
Cried yourself to sleep.
Spent over $200 in one day
Cheated on someone.
Been cheated on.
Written a 10 page letter.
Had a best friend. 
Lost someone you loved.
Skipped school.
Gotten in trouble for something you didn’t do.
Stolen books from the library.
Been in a mental hospital. 
Watched the “Harry Potter” movies.
Fired a gun.
Been in a school play.
Been fired from a job.
Taken a lie detector test.
Swam with dolphins. 
Attempted suicide.
Written poetry.
Read more than 20 books a year.
Gone to Europe. 
Loved someone you couldn’t have.
Used a coloring book over age 12.
Had surgery.
Had stitches.
Taken a taxi. 
Had more than 5 online conversations going at once.
Had a hamster.
Dyed your hair.
Had something pierced.
Gotten straight A’s.
Been handcuffed. 

My hair is naturally the color:

Light brown.
Medium brown.
Dark brown.
Blonde.
Black.
Dirty blonde
Strawberry blonde.
Multicolored.
Red.

My eyes are:

Brown.
Dark Brown.
Blue.
Green. 
Hazel.
Light brown.
Grey.

Some of my biggest fears are:

Spiders/other insects.
Slimy things.
Dying.
Doctor/Dentist appointments.
Hospitals .
Needles.
Disease.
Being alone in the dark.
Heights.
Small spaces
Oceans/large bodies of water.
Large animals.
Small animals.
Open spaces.
Lightning/Fire.
Tornadoes.
Clustered holes.
Bodily fluids.
Corpses.
Thunder/Loud noises

I have:

A friend with benefits.
A laptop in my room.
A television in my room.
Good grades.
My own car.
Parents who are still married.
A dog.
A cat.
A game console.

(Source: cathyxhi)

Questions (NaPoWriMo Day 14: “Twenty Questions”)

How long have I been lying on the couch?
How long have I been lying on the couch with my eyes closed?
How long have I been lying on the couch with my eyes closed
and a beer bottle in my hand? How long has this bottle been spilling
beer on the couch full of cat hairs hiding cat toys underneath?

How long have we all planned our funerals?
How long have we all planned our funerals, knowing that we would die?
How long have I been writing the same things a fourteen-year-old girl
would pour out to release to feel again? How long have we looked under
our ribs only to find hollowness and shards of glass inside?

When will someone say that they’ve seen through me?
When will he describe that my eyes are deep pools of melancholy?
When will he draw them in charcoal and still be unable to find a dark
enough shade for them? When will he write a poem to eternalize me,
“Shall I compare thee to an autumn’s night?”

When will we meet again?
When will you leave and how long will I sit here waiting for you?
Where will I be and will you be happy without the late night laughter,
chasing after cats, belting out in the car along to songs I never
completely know the lyrics to?

When will they stop saying, no struggle, no victory?
When will they stop saying, no sacrifice, no victory?
How long have I been asleep without dreaming of the past?
How long have my eyes been open, counting the imagery
I could fit in my poetry without overloading my senses?

Will you catch me when I fall?
Will you catch me even if I don’t catch you?

This couch is old like me, my years limited like it,
my unanswered questions poking in the cushions with pins,
and I keep my eyes shut, I imagine galaxies crawling up around me.
I try to keep them away from my mouth but I swallow them whole.

One More to Fly On (NaPoWriMo Day 13: Bonus Bonus Track…)

I want to write poems like the French make movies
I want to flap away like the geese these days
I want all of the things that I don’t have
and then more.

I want a cheat for life.
Tell me the buttons that I have to press.
Tell me where the wind blows
so I have one more breeze to fly on.

Bored and Boring (NaPoWriMo Day 13 Bonus Track: Kenning)

Internet addiction is
spending too much time on productivity traps
eating greasy wings, smearing on the cursor control
living on gifs and arguing about the pronunciation of gifs

Internet addiction is
online shopping, click click click click, view all,
online dating, click click click click, view all,
online trolling, click click click click, block all

Internet addiction is
sitting there sitting there sitting there, ripping my hair,
tossing my hair back like all the sexy mamas,
getting stuck arguing with wikipedia-geniuses

Internet addiction is
for bored and boring people, like me like you like us
a laptop on my boobs, typing askew, backspacing
on autocorrect on Skype, ugly cries and ugly laughs

Internet addiction is
sucking up all of the creative energy, all of my life force,
and I lie apathetic, unable to squeeze an emotion or tear,
unable to care anymore, just a zombie here,
not typing, not even clicking, just scroll, just keep scrolling.

These images they suffocate me like the pollen with my allergies.