Vernum

Winter hasn't even begun yet and I'm already missing spring and summer. I want it back. I want to see green trees and hear lawn mowers going and see flowers bloom. It's given me a sense of trepidation. Winter lasts forever on a normal basis, this craving for spring will just add to it. I'm not sure what to do about it.,..
On another note, there is always something that escapes your notice about a person and today a new side of someone was revealed to me. :)) who knew right?

Concessatio

So for the past few days I've been having a really easy time with homework. (this including last week) and I kept wondering what was up. Well, it just hit me and every other kid in my class because we have an essay to write, a presentation to finish along with a handout, and a five paged paper plus speech. The last assignment is really all our fault which kind of makes it worse. At least for me.
Honestly the hardest part of writing a paper isn't writing it, it's making sure it's revelant to the topic. Ah well. C'est la vie.

Utopia

I long for a place in space. Where clouds are nebula and shooting stars are supernovas. A place quiet echoing with voices past and a love for me that lasts. 

I need a mansion in the ocean. With blue skies always above, and colorful reefs all around. With friendly sharks and talking mermaids. I'd stay there all day long listening to them sing, and sigh and swell with what the currents bring. 

I crave a castle in a passel. Of mountians way up high where there is nothing but clouds and sky. We'd laugh all day and stay that way, oh happy happy me. 

Sometimes I see myself somewhere else. Anywhere else really. And I can't help think that if I just blink I could be there really and truly. Alas it's not to be. I'm not made for the sea, or air. To stay up there without a care? to ride the nova's power on a dare? I'm not meant to be in the stars, just meant to deal with cars. and civilization to bring me down again. 

This isn't a poem. just so you know. My poems are worse :):):):):):) 

Spiritum Aut Zombie?

OKay so apparently zombies don't exist in Latin. But honestly which would you rather be? Me? A ghost. Because at that point I still have control over myself and I can mess with people. How awesome would it be to touch the physical world but couldn't be touched back? Plus you can fly, untouched by gravity and all. Still            
it would kind of stink because I wouldn't be able to eat or drink or anything. And I'd always look the same..Better than eating brains and rotting to death though. What do you think?