Rain: A Sonnet On It

I really wanted to write a Petrarchan sonnet but wasn't particularly inspired when I wrote it because it wasn't raining. Also, I found it's way harder than I thought it would be. Keeping track of rhyming schemes and metre at the same time can be incredibly difficult, but managed to do it somehow. Not very well, but I did it.

A faint glow lights up the dark morning sky
And slowly gets bright, turning up the heat.
Slowly creeping up on you from your feet,
The harsh sun rays strike you right in the eye.
You crawl through the day with many a sigh,
Too hot and drowsy to get off your seat,
Drink water, eat some ice, water, repeat,
Wishing for the cold, for the heat to die.
But soon the white sky turns to a deep grey
With a few clouds, the occasional breeze,
And the promise of rain from far away.
The winds get cold and much stronger, and trees
Start getting wet and violently sway.
Rain pours down at last, puts the world at ease.

Because drawing a picture always makes it better.

More haikus

The haiku is not
A form I excel at, but
I try anyway.

Three souls in my room:

Frightened me looking round for

Two flying insects.

Insect 1 and 2,

Please don’t fly about like that

Go, leave me alone.

Insect 1

Like a sleek sporty version of a ladybug 

Insect on my couch

Sat there resting for a while

And then disappeared.

Insect 2

Creepy, I tell you

Insect on my wall

Jumped at me, so I jumped too.

It shall jump no more.

Which reminds me, RIP, Chris Kelly. (For those of you who don’t know, he was part of the duo Kris Kross. Their most famous song was Jump. I swear I didn’t think about it until I finished writing that haiku)

Also, I didn’t squish the wall insect. It disappeared quietly just like the other one.

I thought it might help\ to choose some annoying things\ and write about them

Look, a haiku title! I'm trying not to rant in spurts and to make my thoughts seem somewhat structured.

Something that's been bugging me a lot recently is Little Mix’s acoustic cover of fun.’s We Are Young, so I wrote alternate lyrics to be sung in the original tune (of We Are Young, just in case you missed it the first time)
Please excuse my lack of proper punctuation. For once, I don't care much about that.

Damn y’all, Little Mix
You really ruined We Are Young
You don’t deserve that fun. song
Cause you don’t know how it’s to be sung
It doesn’t sound very good now
I am rather scarred
By how you squeezed out every drop of fun.
From each lovely bar and

I know they may have given you the right
To do a cover of their song
But if they could see how bad you’d be
Before they hastily agreed, you know
They’d surely try to take it back

So stop your bawdy vibratos and mewling harmonies
Leave good songs alone

Dumb band
I hate you
Next time use your brains and you might
Find that you can write
Something new

Now I know that they’re not
As young as you lot
But that don’t mean, it don’t mean
You can turn their song into a pile of snot
But the deed is done
You have murdered fun.
Maybe someone will soon shoot you down too

Dumb band,
I hate you
Next time use your brains and you might
Find that you can write
Something new

Little Mix, sing no more. Oh Little Mix, sing no more
(NA NA na na na na NA NA, na na na na NA NA na na na na NA NA, na na na na)
Little Mix, sing no more. Oh Little Mix, sing no more
(NA NA na na na na NA NA, na na na na NA NA na na na na NA NA, na na na na)
NA NA...continue)
LM you should be banned from the entire music land
For you sound so warped, gorbellied, dankish, and bland
It’s getting out of hand, it’s time we took a stand
And decided how to muzzle such bands

Dumb band,
I hate you
Next time use your brains and you might
Find that you can write
Something new

So stop your bawdy vibratos and mewling harmonies
Leave good songs alone, dumb band.

Because I refuse to put up the Little Mix version

You may or may not think they're bad enough to warrant that much wrath, but I certainly feel better after writing that.

My First Graphic Novel

Mom and I were cleaning out part of my room a couple of days ago. Here are three things I'm glad we found among the several piles of junk:
1. My 12th grade final exam report card (in tatters, but somewhat recognizable as a report card)
2. Four skipping ropes
3. A story I wrote and illustrated in the second grade. At least I think it was in the second grade because it was in a grade 2 notebook. I have no other way of telling because I don't think my stories have developed all that much since then and I still draw Christmas trees the same way.
Anyway, we happened to find it a little ridiculous and randomly funny, so here you go:

 

 

I once played a tree in a play in Kindergarten. Maybe that's why I can feel for this tree, never mind that I looked a lot less tree-like.