Result: Give Up

Do you know the time when you're all hyper and excited because you're about to do something and you can just imagine how great it will be? There's always the same result: give up. I was all excited about making this huge Lego creation. I planned out this amazing idea in my head. At first, I felt as if I was doing something epic and I even sang epic background music to give it an, "Epic" effect. But as I built, I started to feel kind of tired. You know, that feeling comes once in a while. Then, I would stretch my back and think through the plan again. It's all kind of fuzzy in your brain. I take a rest from building. I feel like I'm not making any progress at all. Then the next thing you know, you give up. I do that a lot. Many of my projects were canceled due to new ideas, which... were also canceled for other reasons including new ideas...
Although this isn't a very good thing, it happens a lot and I'm sure its happened to you too once.
So I always try to finish projects.
So 3 Cheers for my new BrickFilm!
Cheer! Cheer! Cheer!

Treasure Hunt

Ever since my dad gave me a special card, I've been making treasure hunts on cards I make. My dad gave me a card that had one clue on it. I would find that clue and then there will be more- until finally, I find the present. It was pretty interesting and fun. I liked the idea, and on other peoples' birthdays, I made more complicated and mind-boggling puzzles to solve as clues. They all led up to one thing; the present. This time, on my dad's birthday I got an idea. And so I started making a very hard puzzle for the first clue. Finally, in the last one there was a trick to it. The card has the first clue and then, you have to look around for the other clues. (One clue leads to another clue) I like this idea a lot. I find good hiding places. So if you're making a card and you're having a hard time thinking of good ideas, you might want to try this.

Kinth Reeth

Nether Kith
Three Think
There Think
Ether Think
Hither Kent
Thither Ken
Thinker The
Rethink The
Hiker Tenth
Here Nth Kit
Thee Nth Irk
Eh Tenth Irk
Eh Trek Thin
Eh Trek Hint
Eh Rent Kith
Eh Tern Kith
He Tenth Irk
He Trek Thin
He Trek Hint
He Rent Kith
He Tern Kith
Hen Trek Hit
Then Her Kit
Then The Irk
Then Trek Hi
Then Re Kith
Her The Knit
Her Kent Hit
Her Ten Kith
Her Net Kith
The Re Think
Eh Trek Nth I
Eh Re Nth Kit
He Trek Nth I
He Re Nth Kit

Which one?

I dunno.

I guess its your choice.

Post title

Post title
Bee?
Bird?
Tree?
I wonder what it should be?
I don't know
Maybe, "My Show"
Something special, something great
Something that you guys won't hate
Something about me or something about you
Or something that we always do!
I don't know what to choose, but I shouldn't idle
I have to get a name, so what about post title?




Again, poem.
Rhyming.
Did it for fun.
Yeah.
I think the poem phase it going to be long.

Arch It!

Not a poem.
Lucky for you.


I hold up the bow and keep my chin straight.
I slowly take out the arrow from my pouch with to fingers.
The arrow is cold and smooth.
I place it gently on the bow.
I pull back and tighten my grip.
I could feel the arrow resisting.
Then,
in a second, its flowing through the air.
So fast, quick, and swift.
Like an arrow in the air.
Quick and agile.



(Sort of a poem, I lied.)

Rhyming

Rhyming is bad
Just an old fad
Never was good
Covered with a hood
Not used too much
But with a touch,
Can be big
Dance a gig
He has his arrow
And his bow
Ready to aim
Thats so lame
Ready to fire
What a liar!
Doesn't make sense
Rhyming is tense


You see what I mean?
Most rhyming poems don't make sense. (Although my non-rhyming ones don't make any sense either)
They are there to rhyme. That's it. Its pointless.
THIS is a poem.


Rhyme.
Its like a song.
Flowing softly
Growing
and getting smaller
Fits in your mouth
Feels just right
Like a song,
Like a bird
Singing its little song
The song is flowing softly,

Growing
and getting smaller
Fits in your mouth
Feels just right
Like a song,
Like a bird
Singing its little song
The song is flowing softly,Growing
and getting smaller
Fits in your mouth
Feels just right
Like a song,
Like a bird
Singing its little song
The song is flowing softly,Growing
and getting smaller
Fits in your mouth
Feels just right
Like a song,
Like a bird
Singing its little song
The song is flowing softly,Growing
and getting smaller
Fits in your mouth
Feels just right
Like a song,
Like a bird
Singing its little song
The song is flowing softly,Growing
and getting smaller
Fits in your mouth
Feels just right
Like a song,
Like a bird
Singing its little song
The song is flowing softly,

Menas

Whether it matter or not

Menas has it all

A tool?

He's got it

A hand?

He's got it

But what does he not have?

A soul

Cold

Blank

Soul

...

Op the one

Op the one
the he who has come
who shall come
for he has come
for coming is he
shall in the shells
we must play in the shore.







(NOTE: If you haven't noticed already, I'm in the "poem phase" Problem? They don't make sense. I just kind of go with the flow- "freestyle"(really, it means nonsense) )

when it stops

when it stops
i will stop
slow
slow
stop.

Poems + thats enough

Recently I have been writing these nonsense poems, but I don't know if they are actually nonsense or not, because they make sense to me.
Thats enough.
For it to fill the bowl.
Thats enough
To fill a crevice
In the smallest cracks
Its filled
Because why?
Cause Thats Enough


You know what I mean? These sort of make sense, like thats enough.

Phludunk

phludunk
It falls in
Swishing
Swinging
Slowly revolving
Rotating around
On its axis
Unlike Earth
but like the Moon
It spins
Slowly and steadily
phludunk

Each Time Its Written

Each Time Its Written
he don't know
so why care?
each time its written
you can just chill
Take it out
Each time its written
erase it
Why not?
He sees and reads
When he does
its written

Smooth Top

I ride my bike across the smooth top.
It feels good.
I roll it along
The smooth feel
of the surface
I take my shoes off
Dirty and torn
I wiggle my toes
Feel the air
Its like they breathe too
Then I pull over the bike to ride it
And I'm free

Him.

You know those people, the annoying ones? The ones that hang around with you as sort of a "disguise"?
Well, they are annoying. In fact, they are very annoying. Cause, they wait for the directly perfect moment to strike, and when they do- it's horrible. Those people are just everywhere, but their hidden because of their "disguises" And it so happens that one of those kind of people, come along into my life to annoy me.
It starts out with a small child. One who is younger than me and my friend.
He has an iPod, which both me and my friend didn't have. He was sort of nice, but not really.
Just a normal kid. He would hang around with us, and you know, try to act friendly.
For a while, I believed him. I thought that this kid, can be our friend. But he was trying to act friendly, and it was simply an act. Nothing else to it. Act.
This is because he was also that type that would lie to act "cool" and "fit in". Annoying.
Anyway, he would always say how he has a super magnet that could do whatever he says.
Unintelligent kids would believe him and hang out with him, but I knew he was a liar.
A big one.
And it so happened that he found a paper clip on the floor of the bus. He picks it up, thinking nobody ever saw it. Then he comes over to me and my friend. I saw the paperclip he picked up, so I knew he found it.
"This is a metal machine that charges batteries!"
"Yeah, and elephants can fly above airplanes."
We knew he was lying right away- to obvious.
The next day, we get called to the office, me and my friend.
The vice principal is staring at us. I look at my friend and we both shrug.
"You bullied a kid."
We stare at her.
?
She looks at us and asks if we bullied the kid.
I guess it was the pressure he was in, but my friend
just burst. He was crying. I stood my ground and
slowly said no.
Looking at my friend crying she says shes going to call my parents for "lying"
My mom receives the phone call.
This is what she hears:
There was this nice kid,
he was bullied by these to "mean"
older kids. He was called stupid (What in the world?) and once, he brought (found) a toy (paperclip)
and we took it and broke it. (That is going way too far.)
There is all this nonsense going on. The source? Him.
He lied to everybody. His mom called the principal and blah blah.
Next thing you know: its all about me.
What did I do?
Dunno.
All that happened was that I was wrongly accused of bullying a kid.

Life Of Pi

Pretty famous movie by now, huh?
Life of Pi has a lot of meaning. Might seem boring. Might seem cool.
But I think Life of Pi is really- Life of Us.
You might not understand this as well as you would if you read the book.
Life of Pi shows the innerself of people. (Is innerself a word?)
The selfishness of people that shows that people would do anything to survive; including killing and eating other people.
In the movie and book, the real story is not the one with animals, its with people. The mom is the orangutan, the hyena is the butcher/cook, the tiger is Pi, and the zebra is the sailor.
When you watched the ending, where Pi cries because Richard Parker, the tiger, just walks away after all they've been through together, you might think, "What in the world?"
But this shows that once you're back, the innerself just disappears, its hidden and carefully stored somewhere safe so you can use it again when you need it.
After all Pi's been through, it just so abruptly ends.
THIS is my theory, you may have your own, but this is how I interpreted this movie/book.
Tell me how you thought of the movie/book in the comments below this post.
Please.
I love opinions!
(also tell me if innerself is actually a word.)