Dear Allie,
This is for you, kitty. I still remember when my grandma was in a doctor's office on Easter and my mom and I bought a little pink easter basket. We drove up to a house after seeing a billboard advertising "Free Kittens". You were the little calico kitten we picked up and put in our car.
We set newspapers down for you to use the restroom but you only wanted to play with them and snuggle with me.
It was Easter day when we went to visit my grandmother in the doctor's office. We handed you the pink basket and you came out of it with little pieces of Easter basket stuffing on your head.
Every time I visited my grandparents you were there. You loved attention and my grandparents loved you as much as they could. I loved to brush you in the sunroom and I could tell you loved it too.
I still remember when you sucked on the little ribbon on my grandma's pajamas. I remember when I had to spray you with a hose to keep you from killing an innocent bird.
And then I left that last time. You started to breathe weirdly one day. And then you were lying in the driveway barely breathing. My grandparents drove you in the car to the vet. Then you bit my grandpa. Were you in pain or did you not want to get better? I guess i'll never know.
Then you left.
You were one of the most amazing cats I ever saw. You always made me happy. I hope you are happy right now.
I miss you Allie. I love you, little kitty.
Goodbye, Alexandra.
Tuesday, October 13, 2015
Monday, September 14, 2015
A House of Leaves
Some days in the Autumn,
When the leaves swirl off the pavement,
A little house stands still, alone.
It's not something that can be seen,
Only something to be felt.
It is a well-built structure,
And there's dust upon the floor,
And if you come a knocking,
They'll open up the door.
A house made out of Secrets,
Secrets only leaves can tell,
They tell you an awful lot.
You would hear it as a leaf,
You miss out because you're not.
The dew is sprinkled mystically,
The warm air has turned cold,
And then you hear the whispering,
Only then you'll truly know.
The little house is standing there,
Where it has grown for years,
The little house that gives and takes away
All of your fears.
You know it's standing out there,
When you are tucked in for the night,
You know at day,
It's standing there,
When somethings not quite right.
When the leaves swirl off the pavement,
A little house stands still, alone.
It's not something that can be seen,
Only something to be felt.
It is a well-built structure,
And there's dust upon the floor,
And if you come a knocking,
They'll open up the door.
A house made out of Secrets,
Secrets only leaves can tell,
They tell you an awful lot.
You would hear it as a leaf,
You miss out because you're not.
The dew is sprinkled mystically,
The warm air has turned cold,
And then you hear the whispering,
Only then you'll truly know.
The little house is standing there,
Where it has grown for years,
The little house that gives and takes away
All of your fears.
You know it's standing out there,
When you are tucked in for the night,
You know at day,
It's standing there,
When somethings not quite right.
Tuesday, September 1, 2015
Blossoms
A life. We hear about a death on the news and think "How sad". A loved one passes away and we are destroyed. How is any one life different from another?
A life is like a cherry blossom tree. They bloom and they die. When they do, someone will ask "What color was its bark?" and no one will know for certain. The cherry blossom tree is gone. But we know it was here.
The cherry blossoms bloom for only a few days. Their lives, like ours, are short. But the only thing that's important, is how beautifully you bloom. You will change many lives and you will leave many marks.
A life is like a cherry blossom tree. They bloom and they die. When they do, someone will ask "What color was its bark?" and no one will know for certain. The cherry blossom tree is gone. But we know it was here.
The cherry blossoms bloom for only a few days. Their lives, like ours, are short. But the only thing that's important, is how beautifully you bloom. You will change many lives and you will leave many marks.
Only
you
can
make
yourself
a
beautiful
BLOSSOM.
Dragon Poem
As I was walking down the street,
I saw a dragon curled about my feet.
It was tiny with eyes of emerald green.
And for a scaly dragon,
he doesn't look real mean.
I could never take him home,
my parents would be mad,
that is until, I heard it's belly rumbling
( Which of course, was rather sad)
And so I took it home.
No one wants to be alone.
Then I knew we had to keep him,
because I saw what he had eaten.
He is a very cute fellow, we love him 'cause he roasts marshmallows.
I saw a dragon curled about my feet.
It was tiny with eyes of emerald green.
And for a scaly dragon,
he doesn't look real mean.
I could never take him home,
my parents would be mad,
that is until, I heard it's belly rumbling
( Which of course, was rather sad)
And so I took it home.
No one wants to be alone.
Then I knew we had to keep him,
because I saw what he had eaten.
He is a very cute fellow, we love him 'cause he roasts marshmallows.
Endings And Beginnings
All things end. It may be sad when they do, but would you really wish you never knew it, or that it was there once. I have had a few people and things that I loved and they left. They are not coming back from where they went, but I wouldn't change the fact that I met them, that I loved them. I often wonder why they chose to leave or if it was even their choice. If they chose to leave us behind for something else, what could possibly have been so appealing.
When they go it is hard to understand why, hard to let them go. But hear this now. Maybe,just maybe, we are a better person for it. Think of the things you have accomplished without them. The things you didn't have the courage to do, the things you did because you said "For _____!". Even the small things you did for that person you saw on the sidewalk because you remembered a loved one, made that person's whole world change.
One day, even you will leave. But when you go, just remember, if you where kind, if you smiled at least once, made someone laugh, cheered someone up, there will be people who miss you and who became better people because of you.
And you know what? Maybe the ones who you thought left you behind, maybe they always knew you'd see them again. And in that case, I suggest you tell them everything you did, because the two of you have a lot of catching up to do.
Thank you for reading, because if just one person liked what I have to say, that is what makes me smile.
Tuesday, June 23, 2015
Advancements?
Ok, so I was just watching videos on Youtube when I saw the title "Cyborgs are the new future!"
Um, what? Ok, that's just a prank, right? Right?
Nope.
People are insane!This scientist says "I think in the next 200 years or so homo sapiens will upgrade themselves ... into divine beings," ARE YOU OFF YOUR ROCKER? This is the start to every movie where something goes wrong, people are cyborgs, and the world is DESTROYED! But there's more. "Either through biological manipulation or genetic engineering of by the creation of cyborgs, the perfect creation of organic and non-organic" That's it.
We're all going to die.
And if that's not weird enough for you, get this: Human HEAD TRANSPLANTS. I mean, I get that people in wheel chairs can walk again and people with paralysis can finally feel what it's like to move, but what happens to the person they take the body from? It would have to be a healthy, living, working body, right? Is it for people who have a death wish?
Scientists and robot-engineers have also created androids, hoping they will live a long, peaceful life among the people. Why? Androids don't have feelings. People already have trouble dating other people. What happens when every one is married to some robot and no one can have children? What then, because in my opinion, that would mean: No more human race. Answer what you think about this issue in the comments. In fact, answer if you think this is even an issue and your planning to accept your robot overlords.
Your anti-android friend,
Ahna
Friday, June 5, 2015
Painters
Hello Everyone,
This is the first rant on my blog. This is a rant about The Painters. Now i'm a artist myself, I love to draw, in fact, I suppose i love painters. But these painters however, are so FREAKING ANNOYING! It all began at sometime around 12:15, because well, its Summer. (What can I say, I like my sleep) But anyway, at around 12:15, I am woken up by what sounds like someone hurling a TRASHCAN at the side of my house! Then, I open my eyes, and I see a man put a ladder against my window and look in at me.
So here I am, with this guy staring in at me, and I just glare back at him like "Really?". I then watched as he obstructs my view of the outdoors with a big, white sheet of plastic. It turns out, all of the windows to the house have been covered.
Let the games begin.
Day 2
Stupid me. I thought that maybe I could sleep in. Why on Earth did I think I could possibly sleep in?!
The morning after "The trashcan incident", I hear what sounds like a combination of pencil sharpener, paper shredder, and sand paper. The big white sheets are still up on the windows. Now, at this point, I am beginning to question if they are painting the house, or if this is an FBI lockdown. Now the sounds are more annoying than ever, as they now sound like a printer is dying an agonising death on my roof. Just great. And to make matters worse, we are just renting this place and the new people who are going to live here might not even like the color of the house and PAINT IT AGAIN. It might all be for nothing!
So, in conclusion, if you ever see me walking around town, try using sign language, because, by the time you could be reading this, I might have ripped my eardrums out and stomped on them.
I might not make it out alive,
Ahna
This is the first rant on my blog. This is a rant about The Painters. Now i'm a artist myself, I love to draw, in fact, I suppose i love painters. But these painters however, are so FREAKING ANNOYING! It all began at sometime around 12:15, because well, its Summer. (What can I say, I like my sleep) But anyway, at around 12:15, I am woken up by what sounds like someone hurling a TRASHCAN at the side of my house! Then, I open my eyes, and I see a man put a ladder against my window and look in at me.
So here I am, with this guy staring in at me, and I just glare back at him like "Really?". I then watched as he obstructs my view of the outdoors with a big, white sheet of plastic. It turns out, all of the windows to the house have been covered.
Let the games begin.
Day 2
Stupid me. I thought that maybe I could sleep in. Why on Earth did I think I could possibly sleep in?!
The morning after "The trashcan incident", I hear what sounds like a combination of pencil sharpener, paper shredder, and sand paper. The big white sheets are still up on the windows. Now, at this point, I am beginning to question if they are painting the house, or if this is an FBI lockdown. Now the sounds are more annoying than ever, as they now sound like a printer is dying an agonising death on my roof. Just great. And to make matters worse, we are just renting this place and the new people who are going to live here might not even like the color of the house and PAINT IT AGAIN. It might all be for nothing!
So, in conclusion, if you ever see me walking around town, try using sign language, because, by the time you could be reading this, I might have ripped my eardrums out and stomped on them.
I might not make it out alive,
Ahna
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