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Month: June, 2013

John Green’s Commencement Speech 2013

explaining who are the real heroes

somebody almost ran off with my stuff

a poem in response to and in dedication of Ntozake Shange’s “somebody almost walked off wid alla my stuff”

somebody almost ran off with all my stuff too, Ntozake Shange
like a real thief, took my stuff where i’d left it
at the foot of the tree of life where I was climbing
away on a dead branch / hurt myself bad that day
so bad i’d’ve almost ripped my own lungs out if i could’ve
somebody almost ran off with all my stuff
couldn’t tell my stuff from theirs and was walkin away
with me not knowin / staring at the sky as if it were candy
somebody almost ran off with all my stuff / not my
shy dances or my loud songs or the voice of the school girl
somebody almost ran off with all my stuff
bring back now my fantasy world / it’s no use to you
you can’t put words in it the way i can
those characters don’t talk to you / bring back
my memories of sunny days and the music of the dance
bring back my touch and my feel and my soul
i didn’t know it was so easy to give it all away
somebody almost ran off with all my stuff ‘fore I knew
what that stuff did and how it felt and who to blame
when i got my stuff stolen / somebody almost got away with it
‘cept they didn’t realize that stuff was mostly stuff they gave
me and i didn’t want it no more / didn’t like the taste of it
and with that stuff out of the way i started to find my old stuff
and i dusted it off till it shone and i found the right kind of
somebodies that don’t steal my stuff cus they don’t even want it
they’ve got their own damn stuff and that’s enuf
but i’ll keep my stuff with me when i climb trees now
and show it off at the top branches as i gaze down
and think bout how hard it is to think there’s not a god
when there’s somebody like me in the world

Address To: Plumbum the Bumping Plumber

a poem (after too much chemistry homework)

Dear Plumbum the Bumping Plumber,
Phos is phate.
Because Phos is phorus
I cupric -ed my finger
I went to the ferric and met Mr. Cobalt. He was a manganic. He was also very nobelium.
I ate some curium.
I felt rather sulfite by hydride all the gold. But sodium. And now they argon.
This is so boron.
I’m going to Californium in Americium or even Europium. No, I’m heading to Neptunium.
I think iodide.
Signed, Antimony

Evening destroying ideas by David Marcelo Zamora

Evening destroying ideas by David Marcelo Zamora

Image from here

Spider Face

Once upon a time, there was a fairy who was lonely and very unhappy. She wore a mask because she hated her own face. She knew how ugly she was. She was always jealous of all the human girls that passed through her forest, and one day she cast a sleeping spell on one and planned to steal the girl’s face. She took the girl back to her dwelling in the trunk of a large oak tree. The fairy put the girl down on the bed and began rummaging through her spellbook for a way to steal the girl’s face. At last she found the spell, and pointed at the girl as she said the magic words.

It just so happened, at that very moment, a spider crawled onto the girl’s face. Instead of getting the girl’s face, as the fairy wished, the fairy traded faces with the spider.

The fairy screamed in dismay when she looked in the mirror. It was a horrible sight! The fairy looked around frantically and saw the spider, who had a very elegant face.

“Where did you get that face?” the fairy demanded of the spider. “Did you steal the girl’s face for yourself? Wait until I get my hands on you!”

“I stole no one’s face, thoughtless fairy,” the spider said contemptuously. “This face was the one you traded for mine. I wish I had my own again, but I suppose that this will do.”

The fairy was surprised. It had been so long since she had looked at her own face without a mask, that she had forgotten what it looked like. It wasn’t so ugly or horrifying as she remembered. It was much better than a spider’s face.

“Let me give you back your face, Spider,” the fairy said, almost pleading. “Forgive me for disturbing you.”

The spider said, “Humph,” but she did not run away.

The fairy hurried back to her spellbook and pointed at the spider and said the magic words once more. This time when she looked in the mirror, she was relieved to find her own face again, and for the first time, she was proud.

The girl started to wake up from her sleep, and was very startled when she realized where she was. She got up and ran for her life out of the oak trunk and out of the forest. The fairy didn’t stop her. After all, the girl’s face was rather plain compared to hers.

The spider crawled off to find a snack to eat, laughing to herself about foolish fairies and thinking about what a story she would have to tell when she got back to the nest.

Mirror, Mirror, On the Wall

Mirror, mirror,
On the wall,
Why are there so many things
That aren’t fair at all?

“That’s what’s weak.”

Troy: Let me ask you something. People [at this community college] have been calling on me about this jacket [high school, “not cool” jacket] since I got here, but if I take it off to make them happy, that just makes me weak, right?

Jeff: Listen, it doesn’t matter. You lose the jacket to please them; you keep it to piss them off. Either way, it’s for them. That’s what’s weak.

Troy: Whoa…

– from E01S01 of the TV show Community (which I recommend watching for its hilarity)

Watch video here

Image from here.

Stick-Shift Dad

a poem

my dad drives life like a stick shift car
stopping, starting, taking bumps at speeds
just a little too fast
constantly asking life where to go
like a black-and-white GPS
and all the time with a smile, a laugh,
and a cheesy joke to tell you

rino

rino by Michelangelo

– by my little cousin (who’s just in elementary school! wow!)

Even So

a poem

Against the advice of lots of people
(who from past experience learned it was impossible
who insisted that I never
that it wasn’t worth the endeavor
they that didn’t recommend
who knew it’ld come to a bad end
that it was against the majority
that it defied the best authority
that it wasn’t right but wrong
that there’s nothing new under the sun
that it was an unthinkable action
only an improper distraction
for no one ever does it
for it’s ridiculously unfit
for one shouldn’t have such views)
I wrote this for you.