A Dead Terrorist

I'm not sure what I want to say, It's happened just as fast and just as before I cannot commprehend both the sadness and happiness that goes on. I am only a spec of dust on this world with his own opinion on how someone should go about punishing another. If you listen to that opinion then you'll hear one that expresses the anti-violence thesis and how it is much better than anything else. You may join in me on that opinion or you may only be shaken by my words, but in the end of my speech they are, only words. Because I cannot empathize correctly what I may feel if I were actually in "that" position. I may just be overcome with the feeling of happiness. If My loved ones were hurt by such a man using reasons so baseless the only feeling I would feel is envy probably, as I am someone who cannot hold his feelings easily.

Although I am a someone who cannot related directly I can only say so much. However If you were to somehow wrong me in a way that would be deserving of my rage and hatred you obviously are ready to determine who is better. And How impudent are you to decide that your loved ones are better than mine. Who are you to decide that killing mine would better extend the life and luxury of yours? When faced with a decision of such magnitude why can you not think rationally?
If you're in a state of Irrational then there can only be so many choices? Look back at those loved ones that you've become so irrational for and see what they want. Do they truly want you to become such a devil to throw the pain that they expierience onto someone else, just as long as it's not them?

But what if they actually do want that? Then they're saying that they would sacrifice your sanity and person to escape the pain that they're in, to do nothing but survive. Nothing else but to survive, no fear, no love nothing! Can you tell me that such creatures even deserve to live, let alone be worthy of your love?

No, They don't want that. And you are shaming them, hurting them, and pushing them into an even greater sorrow than before if you go and sacrifice yourself. I know that you'll only want their future to be better, but you have to understand. You have to understand that you Cannot take such a path. It's too easy and it throws away your whole goal! I'm sorry but if you're in such a pit. I'm sorry... if you understand. It will take a much longer time than one generation to truly free your future children.
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But Enough of the serious posting. A man is dead and practially the whole nation cares!? HA

Poems

Haiku

When I go to look

There are no poems

In the said folder

Original-
Relaxtion time
It's the Fridays that we love
An evening so fine

Rewrite
It is relaxing
An evening just for napping
Stress-less with snoring

Limerick

There was a limerick here, I swore

Whereas I did so much adore

I'm losing my mind and my hair

And I'm saying that it's not fair

But this assignment I cannot ignore.

Original-
There's a dirty mouthed kid named Tuck
Who at every chance possible snuck
a nasty little word
Into any poem he could
Almost always with the word fuck

Rewrite Limerick
There's a dirty mouthed kid named Tuck
Who at every possible chance snuck
A nasty and bad word
Into every poem he heard
Almost always with the word Butt...

Free-verse

...I found them at the top of my head... nuff' said.

Original Picture poem
Melting!
All I do when I think about you...
You make me weak in the knees,
and make my heart race.
Melting!
Just let me dissolve, Please!
beating a fast pace
You send me in to the sky
I'm flying higher, than ever before!

Rewrite Picture poem
Melting!
It's what happens to my heart, whenever you're around
Quietly it starts, then nothing else makes a sound
My heart skips it's original tempo just to be with you
Until everything in my body turns to see too
Why, you make me breakdown and fill my chest
With this crazy burning feeling that I love best
Maybe god is seeing if I can take his test
Of loving you, and if I'm worthy see?
But I may not be able to control this me
As you take me to bliss sending me into the sky
And make me forget about all the fakeness and lies
But it's alright because you're here when I fly


"Snow"
Where we are snow is lulled over
But try to look through foreign eyes
A phenomenon that isn't proper
The fluffy that falls from skies.

Rewrite "Snow"
Up in the north the snow is hated
Coming back unannounced
When it's welcome is outdated
As it's always denounced

Original Cultural Refrence poem.

Who am I?

No...

I'm not that youtube guy

What?

I'm not fine, I just came from the dentist

Crazy...

Screaming locked in my seat, trying to make reason of why did that just happen.

Then who?

I'm not skilled at all...

Nope...

I can't fish, All I've got is an old rod

What do you want to be...?

I wanna be, the very best like no one ever was.

I can't...

People say it's because I'm a comet, not a planet.

And that I'm not born to lead...

I hate responsibility...

I can't live without Lithium...

Make me forget...

Call my name everyday, when I feel so helpless...

Wait until I learned...

Who am I...?

To what color am I dyed? The color that changes under different light?

I'm myself, knowing what nobody else knows

In my world..

I am the one who knows me best

In my world

I am a dancing samurai

Yes...

Continuing all the night

Swinging my hips forever,

Dancing My Caramelldansen way.

Rewrite Cultural Reference poem

Who am I you ask?

I may only have the skill of an old rod

But I understand that I'll evolve someday

So don't be surprised if I become a dragon

Because I wanna be the very best

Like no-one ever was...

But I doubt this is possible

Because this is Just a Game

And one I plan on playing happily

As opposed to effortly

The World is Mine

And anything is possible

If I choose it to be

I Will be The Dancing Samurai

Swinging my hips forever,

Dancing My Caramelldansen way.

Spring Break

Groggily he woke, opening his eyes to a familiar ceiling however, not the one he normally awakens to. He groaned as he curled up off from the hard floor. He has used an array of blankets to cushion his fabric nest for the night, but none of them were thick enough to make him forget the stiff floor. He sat there in a daze for quite a long time, trying to focus on something other than his aching back and shoulders as they mended back into the position that he was born with, and not straight like the floor.

A golden light slowly began filling the room as the rising sun peeked over the horizon and into the small windows of the room. My eyes caught a young girl in the midst of dreaming on the only bed in the room. She had said she hadn't wanted the bed however the hard floor must've changed her mind. Feeling only a slight bit better the young man got up and left the room to strech his legs out. The chill of the wintery spring morning was a refreshing as he went about cleaning his teeth, brushing his hair and emptying his bladder. He was always the first to get up, and to entertain himself he settled down onto the computer.

He didn't really want to be here, even if it was his home that they spent the entire time. In hospitality he had offered his room and bed to his friends, however now he had regretted that decision. Where he wanted to be was somewhere else, maybe at that comic-convention that he missed yesterday. He had missed it sadly to hang out with friends who, for the most part, disliked such hobbies. It wasn't a decision of regret, he had been getting a little obsessed with it anyways and a break from it was good, however what saddens him is missing the chance to be childish and without care.

What he and his friends had done last night wasn't that far from child's play. They sat around an orange flame that flickered lightly.

One song from my life...

        One song from my life would have to be... embarassingly "Just be Friends" I don't know who it is by exactly, nor can I find out at this time, but It's definately one of my songs.
        It's alittle embarassing because some people wouldn't consider this a song, especially since it's not sung by a real person. Adding further into my embarassment, it's japanese with SOME english, which erks me because of the stereotype of otaku songs sung in "Engrish"
        This definately not my theme song, however It's still an important song in my life. As the title suggests it's a break-up song, and it relates to me the same way. I'm sure there are plenty of break-up songs and that I chose one out of nine trillion. However this one in praticular reaches out to me because this one really expresses the feeling of closeness while hurting each other and how the couple is perfect for each other however something went wrong... and it's for the best for both of us even though I'm searching only for what's best for you.

The Unexplored Depths of High School?

This place was dusty and dark, I doubt that anyone else has actually been here. I take one step into it and cough, hearing something scatter from the noice I make. There isn't much room inside here, so I decide to go no further and leave. I climb down onto the locker and position the sheet rock back to where it originally was. I jump off the locker and dust myself off. Heh, The ceiling probably wouldn't have held me anyways.

Three songs that get me going in the morning.

1.  Hatsune Miku's Head Exercises (Only select this one if you're going to watch the Whole video)
2.  Bounce - Bon Jovi 
3.  POKEMON THEME SONG  (you know you want to click this)

Gorillaz... Shake it shake it...

I got two meanings from that video, "Always look at the scene as one whole play" and "Pay attention to the wonderful things that we miss from our Incentives."

"Demonstrate and Explain"

First up, myself (Sketch I)
It's easy right? just go up and show'em what you brought, it's nothing too impressive and nothing too boring, it's the right amount. With trembling hands I take out the toy of my past and give it alittle rub to shine it. Before I'm able to say anything Carl says "Woah, that's awesome." Ok that's good I have somebody on my side. But why does that make me shake even more? I start with a line thats sure to get everyone's attention, or at least Mr. Cheng's. I notice my voice quiver subtely as I say "when I was a child, I fell under the 'asian boy stereotype' of somebody who used to love mechas and things like power rangers." I'm not doing too bad, I say to myself, there's only a couple drops of sweat this time, and they're behind my neck. I continue with my pesentation by giving alittle background info while taking apart the Spacecraft in my hand and start to fidget with the different parts, bending them this way and that, extending out an arm and leg. I've done this millions of times before, and allthough it's not as fast as I used to be, I'm impressed with the speed of myself. I wonder with an absent minded face and fleeting hands if anyone else is impressed with me. No, I think to myself, It's shameful to be proud of such a useless technique. After two megazord transformations I give a small bow and walked off shaking as the class applaused.
Self-Analysis:
Visual adjectives; Trembling, Shaking
Sense of Character; "shameful to be proud"

Second, Micheal Gratz's
"I hope I'm allowed to bring this," I ask Geneva. Taking out a rather large wooden Knife, I show it to my Friend. It's about a good 12 inches, but's completely wood, a tanish brown with it's grains just barely visable. The handle fits my grip perfectly as the splintery "blade" is almost twice the length of it's handle. What a drag... I was hoping that I wouldn't have to do this. Do I look nervous? It's not that I'm afraid of being judged, right? I begin to question myself, then softly shrug it off before it gets anywhere. I walk up casually to the front of the room, and begin my show and tell. "I brought this knife because It kind of reminds me of the last time our family went on a vaction." I twiddle the knife in my hands, twisting it between my thumbs and forefingers. The sharp side pointing up, forward, down, backward, pause... then down, forward, up, backwards. "It's kind of important to me because It was the last time I really got to hang out with my sister before she left for college... and my sister was really the only person in my family who I connected with." I looked at my feet for most of the time, my view never getting much higher than my knife. "So that's about it," After a short minute of spotlight I walk off. Yea I understand, it wasn't long, but I not one to get all mushy and deep... But I wish, just alittle bit, that I could have represented my sister alittle better.
Self-Anlysis:

My Creative Genius Me.

Me: So... how do I begin this?
Vergil: Well how does anyone start anything?
Me: Brainstorming? but I've got nothing, I want to finish this quickly.
Vergil: Haste makes waste, so I rarely hurry. But if a Ferret were to dart up my dress, I'd run.
Me: W-what? you've lost me...
Vergil: Well why the long face, my little mouse in a maze? though I suppose something more fitting should be brought up for you. You're more of an bug I'd say. A spider in love.
Me: Why in Love? I think you mean during it's mating season
Vergil: That's quite insensitive. aarrre you refuurring that a Spider cannot love? I suppose you're a prodigy lover then, right?
Me: *crosses arms* fine then, yes I consider myself a relationship expert on love. It's both a painful and satisfying quake of an experience, and I have some doubts whether a spider could even comprehend feeling both good and bad at the same time.
Vergil: Is that so?... well, remember now, In the life of a spider, boys are smaller. and small things tend to be, in in the tiny world, tasty...
Me: (I'm taken back

Creative Me!

1. seriously... if I were to ever be starred into a movie, it would be a strange movie. It really wouldn't have a large climax scene... in fact it would be more like "Napolean Dynamite"

2. I don't know many actors, but If I had to describe him, he'd be caucasian needing a new haircut soon and could act out the strangest characters being acted out by my character.

3. The title of my movie would be something along the lines of "Remember Me?"

4. Truly I couldn't choose to be any one animal. I'd like to choose the mythical creature of legend, the Dragon. However I'm guessing that's not the question. If I really had to choose an animal, I'd have to be a kick-ass Platypus!.

5. If I were forced to perform in a talent show I'd perform suicide in front of the whole audience. I DON'T perform... but in reality I'd just dance/sing or something.

6. Although I can'tchoose one now, My repeated gamer tag is "DreamerZero" and Don't you forget that!.

7. The song currently stuck in my head is "Vegetable Juice" it's by a synthesized voice program.

8. If I got to meet a fictional character, I'd choose Kinoshita Hideyoshi from "Baka to testo to shokanjuu" and the reason is a secret ♥

9. If my favorite toy from childhood came to life. He'd tell Oprah the abnormally kind person I was. I treated my toys with extra care, making sure that if they were alive, they'd be comfortable. I never actually played with them because I confessed to them that I didn't want them to work to hard to please me. I just set them up beds and believed that they came to life whenever I wasn'r around. PS: I believed this BEFORE I saw any toy story movies.