New Blog! (Not Poetry)

I am sorry, but i have mistakenly written the wrong email address. Because of this , I am making a new blog......
I will be continuing my entries with a different blog and account, so remember that it is still
me...
This will be my new blog:http://lookie-poetry.blogspot.com.
There are no posts inside since I just opened it......

Careless me got MYSELF into this mess...

New House!

At 16th of April,
We moved to a three story house.
It's so big I have time to kill,
And happily there aren't any mouse.
Better Cable in each room,
Although only one place for Internet.
Not leaving slobs is the rule,
Eating without liquids is what I'll let.
Upstairs roof has a windy breeze,
Nice views to go with it too.
Locking every door with every key,
Big and dark I always hear a boo!
Happily living chilling everyday,
I am glad we moved to a spacious home.
One the carpets my family lay,
Around us is sand and not stone.
We're glad we made this choice,
And it is the last move.
At night I always hears echoes of voice,
And there's still problems we have to sooth.
Bigger rooms and comfortable as can be,
more spacious for moving around.
Friends always come over for some tea,
Downstairs at midnight has not one sound.

Wondrous Locations.. 1st Location (Short Location poetry)

Walking in a beach is a beautiful thing,

Sunset  goes seems like it is turning around.

It makes a beach party fun for dances and sing,

Looking at it makes a frown upside down.

Sunsets is a romantic destination,

Surf, Ski or maybe swim as the suns go down.

Valentines day, birthdays or other celebrations,

For the birthdays not to be lame get many clowns.

Palm trees grows around the shore,

Waves crash on rocks and on the sand.

Although the beach may get me sore,

Great place for Jazz or even ROCK band.

A sunset happening on the beach.       

Frozen

I am STUCK,

Out of ideas.

I'm all out with luck,

Not even in some Ikeas.

I can't think of any rhymes,

I am struggling with this post.

No poems in the New York Times,

Getting hungry for some toasts.

Looking around for inspiration,

Is there a country,city, or nation?

I hope you'll help me through these times,

Begging you for help in any way.

I think I hear the sweet sound of chimes,

But sadly it isn't a wedding day.

Should I write about food,

Could I write about Night times?

Though it might have spoiled moods,

Could it cause some modern crimes?

Basically, I am in a FROZEN spot,

Pleading for help!

Give some ideas, even a plot,

I'll even research kelp!

May you be blessed and help me,

So i can entertain you.

I can write about underwater and the sea,

and can stick with you like goo.

Thank You!

Anger Management!

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Hulk shall have to calm down,

or else he'll get a green frown.

He turns green like he wants to throw up,

he can break millions of cup.

Watch your way or you'll be dead,

 you will be his lunch, not cereal or bread.

His muscles are humongous,

He'll won't survive on fungus.

He has six pack abs,

it is so sad for the cads.

He wears cheap purple pants and underwear,

He'll rip you and your tissues will tear!

 He attracts attention very well,

He will never be trapped  in a cell.
He has a huge appetite of men,
he will be half full after thousands ten.
So I guess thats the end of our story,
and then human get glory!
Love Story

Thunder, Lightning...RAIN!

Thunder and Lightning

When thunder strikes, we hold on tight...

holding too tight gives a fright.

Am I right?

Bright light,

always strike,

and is so fast it is out of sight.

You get hurt if you got hurt,

Plus you can't take the burnt marks off your shirt.

The sound too loud to bear,

it takes out all your hair!

I am frightened underneath my sheets,

It was so long it can cover up 100+ feets.

It burnt down trees and started fire,

people who say they're okay, they're a liar!

Rain started shedding after a while,

It kept taking out our tile.

I went sad when it burnt my file.

The rain went hard,
 it wet all my card.
I was so sad,
my father felt bad.
He bought a car that made a really cool sound,
It didn't burn down, that's what I found.
So I guess thats the end of our story,
And humans gained control of the glory

My Farm Chapter 2

I sat in my room for a while, trying to answer the question, " Am I going to my parents or staying with my loving grandparents?...My grandfather then came to my door and showed a side of him I never saw, being serious. He said to me, " Boy, don't choose what is best for other people but follow your heart." That saying from my grandfather made me think harder... My grandfather then left my room, but a few moments later my dad came and said, "Son, your mother and I is making a sacrifice to be a family again, please chose the right thing." My father left the room.My grandfather's saying made me realize that my father persuaded me to something that is impossible. I then realized that my whole life I lived in a place filled with  fruits etc. Though if I go with my parents I will be as fat as Hippopotamus, with all the candies and fat etc. I thought how my parents would react and how my grandparents would react. Then came the time of choosing which way is the right choice. When I came out at 7:30 am, I overheard my parents arguing about why we must do this and why do we have to put on this act etc. This made my decision even clearer, which was staying with my grandparents. At 12:00 pm, my parents asked if I wanted to join them, but I said no and gave a reason of this, "I shall want to stay with them until they die as they would be lonely," but this reason was only to act like I don't know what happened... My mother then threw a tantrum to her parents I live with, my dad and me! Sadly, her scream was heard all over the city, and she was reported to the police department as this village only allows peace and serenity. I missed my mother a lot, I thought I could visit but she was sent to jail in Australia, and I couldn't go on a plane for 24 hours, and my dad would be scared to see her so he stayed at his Father-in-law's house, where I live. So on my dad's,grandfather's,grandmother's life was quite cheerful and I was blooming....

More danger comes in Chapter 3

My Tests....

I have 18 tests to see my progress,

1st is great 2nd is a mess.

My brain is being washed away,

Since my 2nd test wasn't okay

Revising..Revising.. Hesitating me,

Anxiousness making me go potty.

Seeing the paper makes me scared,

It turned out easy I declared.

Yet my marks are quite low and sad,

It makes me get angry and MAD!

Thinking it as easy..Turning hard,

I need to get some flashcard.

Studying morning and night,

Revising makes me get a little fright.

Picking up my pen wobbling and shiver,

I don't know this word..But it makes me quiver.

My heart races so hard I can't sleep,

Hearing the background full of beep-beeps.

Doing it is a little easy lad,

But my results may have been bad.

I'll tell you a little more later,

Giving the paper makes me feel like I am bitten by an alligator.

So sad....So sad... Turning to my friends for support,

But that can't change my report.

I'll end this now,

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