But the real problem is...I can't rhyme with poetry.
Yup, tis time for another randomness post. Straight from Jake's imagination: I'm writing this at 11:00-11:30 PM central time. But really--don't try to rhyme with the word 'poetry' with anything. *grimaces* It doesn't work out...the choices are unsavory. :P
So, anyway: this post shall be rather long. If you wish to endure it, test your courage and read this post. There are only two results: you either like it...or die. Or you could be nonchalant about it... >_>
Recently I have been thinking about smiley faces. I have been taking a turn for the olde classe "Underground" smileys...
Anyway, back to poeticisms.
I once saw a man who ate a van,
He gave a roar and ate a store,
Can he eat the world?
Believe me, he can!
This, of course, is random poetry. A great genre of poetry established by Lewis Carroll, I believe. With poems like 'Jabberwocky' included.
Now...Hm. What to say, what to do?
Ah! *lighbulb* I shall get to something I have been trying to do for a while. I am going to formally interview my character Aron. The idea has been politely purloined from Squeaks' illustrious blog.
Now, before I get started, here is a little background info on Aron.
He is...well, that's plot I can't tell you about. Wild hair--inherited from his father Shad. He is a nice guy...but he may be a little dazzled when he comes to be interview. I won't be held responsible for whatever he might say...O.o
Anyway, on to the interview!
--
ARON: *poof* What in the world--?
ME: Hey, Aron! Welcome to my blog. I'm currently writing a book about you, called Sadaar.
ARON: *looks around* *eyes dart back and forth* Where am I? What is this place? I thought I was at the Last Summons! They were about to make a--
ME: Whoa, whoa, hold it. That's confidential plot, buddy. Best to keep quiet about your life in general.
ARON: *is confused* Then why are you interviewing me?
ME: *is puzzled as well* Well...how about a question? Ask me anything, friend. After all, I know everything about who you are and what you've done and are going to do.
ARON: You mean you wrote me?
ME: Well, yes. But ask another question, we need to keep things interes--
ARON: But only Saar can make things. Only He is omnipresent.
ME: Well...
ARON: You realize you are claiming that you are equal to Saar when you say--
ME: *hurriedly interrupts* We'll talk about this later. Ask a different question.
ARON:
ME: *is flustered* Whoa, wait just a second. First, I didn't...uh, this is another "talk later" question. *quickly marks out question*
ARON: *crosses arms* I need to know now.
ME: Now, now, don't get hasty. I told you, we'll talk about this later.
ARON: But--
ME: No buts!
ARON: I'm leaving.
ME: No, you aren't. I control who leaves and and who doesn't leave! I'm the author, remember?
ARON: There you go again! There's only one Author. And you aren't Him.
ME: Wait just a moment! You can't leave! I didn't say you could!
ARON: *poofs*
ME: *sigh*
--
Epic fail. On to the next poem, folks. :) (By the way, how do you pronounce 'folks'? I pronounce it with the 'l' silent. :) )
Math problems, science test,
School, school, school!
Economics is a hornet's nest,
School, school, school!
And with that, Jake is out of the building, taking his dangerous randomness with him. I wish you a fond night and delightful dreams.
NOTE: If you are wondering about my sanity level, please read this poem:
"Math, math, hurts my head,
It invades my dreams,
It disturbs my bed,
My insanity, it seems,
Is bursting at the seams!
Algebra, though, is even better,
It bashes my mind,
Making swim the letter,
And now I'm in a bind;
It invades my mind, I find.
Out goes memory fine!
Out flies my sanity thin!
I don't want ye to think I whine,
But like a shark reveals its fin,
I find my mind is caving in!
Out flies my mind, beaten,
Blowing up in glorious flash
Math, it seems, has finally eaten,
Math, is seems, has finally smashed,
My mind, which has finally crashed.
It's nice, however, to finally see,
The sky above my eyes,
My mind is finally free,
Free from Math's evil spies,
Free from Algebra's cries.
The only thing missing (besides my vanity)
That one thing that now useless seems,
My finally broken sanity;
Wild and adventurous roving dreams,
Have finally broken Sanity's seams."
Jake
4 comments:
Harr harr! The amazing Squeaks invades the blog of Jake's poeticisms and critiques all writing XD
So I have a couple things to say :P
- random posts rock!
- It wasn't too long for me XD
- I liked it but I didn't die
- Smiley faces are only good when you do them the proper way...the only problem is: no one knows the proper way.
- Thank you for purloining my idea (which was purloined from another blog; Icewolf's to be exact) about interviewing characters
- Aaron has an excellent point about the author not being the creator. That explains why they get their way sometimes when we really don't want them to :P
- I highly agree with your math poem. My sanity level is above normal too XD
Signed with a bazzilion colourful markers (*evil laugh* cuz I love markers)
Squeaks.
P.S. I actually only own 2 markers; both a permanent: 1 is red and 1 is blue.
Jake...wow. LOVE THIS!!! Yes Characters are a problem...especially ones like that, (mine at least recognize me). I have been arguing with one of my characters for the last two weeks on exactly to spell his name. We have almost agreed I think...Right?
And that math problem...I completely agree with it. Who ever invented math must loved torturing people. I still have to figure out exactly why it is useful.
Jessica
Hmm... Aron, you have a serious debating problem. (that may be a good thing. I'm not sure)
Jake, wonderful rhymes.
Hahaha, I loved it Jake! I cant hold back the laughs when someone goes randomly insane! By the way I think that it is great how you made the interview, I might just try one myself in the later future.
~Son of the King~
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