Poetry at its Best and Craziness at its Worst

I'm kidding about the at it's best part and mostly all of the poems I write, I have tune in my head or an idea for a song.  But I can't really sing my poems to you because it always sounds different from how it sounds in my head.  I just wanted to write a song/poem-ish thing so I did.

See my hands

They’re shaking

See my heart

It’s breaking

I try to hold on

But then you’re gone

Where are you

What do I do

When the sky above

Is crashing through

Are you really there

When nobody cares

You hear my prayers

And my heart that tears

Hold me in your arms

Keep me safe from all who harm me

Hold me in your arms

When I fear that you have gone from me

And when the day keeps dragging on

And when the world is going wrong

And I ache for that new dawn

Just hold me

Lord you hold me

See my face

It’s crestfallen

Hear my voice

It tries calling

I try to listen

But you’re missing

Where are you

What do I do

When I’m feeling

Oh so blue

Are you really here

To listen to my fears

As you draw me near

And wipe away my tears

Hold me in your arms

Help me see the love around me

Hold me in your arms

Help me feel a little more free

The world is filled with sunshine

But I just see the moon

Gently hold your hand in mind

I know the sun will come out soon

But for now

Just hold me

See?  It looks like a song right?  Or sort of.  It's probably not actually as good as you were expecting.  But I like to rhyme things.  I don't know, but I think it's better than the Black Cat song I was trying to write in my head.  Especially since I forgot most of it once I thought of this but I'm certain if I sit down and think long enough, I could come up with something just as good.

So I have a lot to blog about.  But too much for one post.

Okay, so my brother quit gymnastics yesterday and he's joining Drama Club.  It's really exciting news for Muppet but most of his friends at gymnastics didn't even see it coming.  They were very surprised that he would quit after so many years.  But he's not into his work as much as he used to.  I grew out of gymnastics around his very same age.  I quit two years ago because I was bored of homeschool gymnastics and I didn't feel like I was excelling much at all in it since I hate doing anything that requires me to be upside-down and I was also sick of the headaches that I got from tumbling.  But my brother was different; or more like his reasons were different.  He just was tired of always being busy and never being able to see his family.

Another thing that's happening is that my family is planning on a vacation this summer in which we get to drive up north to see some friends that we haven't seen since January.  I can't wait!

So I thought that wouldn't fit in a blog post, but it did.  Oh well.

Oh, so I remember back in the beginning of this blog I was all like "I'm going to call my sister at college Fluff!"  but I never did.  Because I don't like fluff.  Like the kind that floats in the air and lands in your mouth and you try ripping your tongue out just so that you can pull a tiny piece of fluff out.  And then people look at you funny and say something like "Are you all right?" as if you really did pull your tongue out.  Then you blame the cat for making you look stupid in front of everyone.  But I don't hate my sister because that would be mean and not to mention a lie.  An obvious lie since when she comes home and then a week later has to leave again I'm shouting "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO COME BACK!!! I NEEEEEED YOU!"  Well, not really that much, but come on!  I'm an actress!  I need to be dramatic especially since it's been like a month since I've had lines to spit out.  Now I'm sitting here relieving myself from the stress of sitting here doing nothing but writing that I'm sitting here relieving myself from my stress while sitting here and stress and sitting and sitting on stress and poems and sitting and nothing and sitting on stress and doing nothing and...

AHHHHHHHH!  My train fell into my waffles and drowned in a tree called Blarney were the lagoon consumed the tissue paper making a Jack a lantern out of the pit in my stomach and calling for the fish that shouts out "taboo taboo" and Lady Ga Ga appears shouting "achoo achoo" and a giant ant farm explodes and Phineas and Ferb eat Perry the Platypus with chips and icecream in a classic dragster from Mario Kart Wii and then the rooster crows nine times signaling that Peter was supposed to eat his mashed potatoes earlier than six o clock in the morning of Christmas day 2143 when a colossal sock monkey named Stuff appeared and went up the hill and came down with all the bananas where Snow white and the seven giants went on a mission to capture a fortune teller by the name of Ray and make him eat all the sandpaper.  The end.

Now I must go do something besides blog before something worse pops into my mind.  And yes I know the font is purple.  I wanted it that way.

I Finally Have Six Followers!!! :)

So my cousin is now following my blog which makes me very happy.  It makes me feel like maybe, just maybe, I'll be able to achieve having 20 followers.  Well, one of my sisters is sort of following my blog...she just hasn't clicked the follow button.  Mostly because she doesn't have a blog or Google account to do so.

I'm tired out from so much Drama Club today.  It's exhausting to remember lines when the others don't know the rest of their lines. Notice I didn't say ALL of the others.  Muppet is rockin' her lines out!  And Al, he's just AMAZINGLY funny when he's doing the script called Social Stagnation.  A lot of the others are doing just as good as I am (I lose my train of thought sometimes). 

"Remember, it's not just a board game; it's a two-dimensional, recreational pastime!  (grins and gives a thumbs up)"

One of them JUST memorized her lines today.  It makes it really hard for me to do my lines when she won't let me say them and says a line that's two lines ahead of where it's supposed to be.  I have this one flaw in me when it comes to memorizing lines.  That's that when someone says a line out of context, my mind can't wrap around what's been said to the line that comes after that one line.  Besides that, I think I'm excellent with memorizing lines.

I've had Adele stuck in my head so long, I fear that if I don't listen to something soon, she's going to suck the brains out of my head!  LOL that sounded funny!

I can't wait for Saturday!  I get to go to my cousin's baby shower!

But before that is Friday, which I'll be able to be in this one dance scene for the Ruth film.  I get to see Muppet THREE times this week.

I want something interesting to blog about, but I can't think of anything!  Well, wait...On Monday I had a Confirmation meeting and NO ONE would talk to me.  I hate that feeling of being rejected....Being cast away...that no one will hear you....I want to be known.  I want people to talk to me.  My church needs to work on engaging people.  When I'm not in my homeschool group or at home with my family, there are only a couple of people who even care to welcome me with a smile or to say "hi" to.  Everybody at Youth Group has their own little clicks; their own friends.  They don't talk to me.  Even the ones that I've know since 6th grade don't say a word to me.

At Drama Club every other person smiles at you and jokes with you as you meet them.  We're even warm and friendly to the new people that nobody knows.  At Drama Club we include everybody.  At Youth Group, it leaves me feeling secluded.  When I think of Drama Club, I think of rainbows, butterflies, and Nyan Cat (LOL).  When I think of Youth Group, I think of newspapers, Bibles, and the color gray.

My heart feels gray
My mind wants to play
But lock just lock it up

Youth Group's as inviting
As vampires biting
And faces that won't say 'sup.

My heart feels like gold
I don't feel to old
for Drama club's fun

Drama's as inviting
as my first sighting
of the warm melting sun

I love it when I'm poetic like that.  Not that it's probably a good poem...But, you know!  I have to rhyme sometimes!

30 Minute Blog

Yes, I only have thirty minutes to blog.  Let's see how far I can get before time's up.

I know I was not blogging yesterday but there are three thousand reasons why I didn't.

One being that Muppet's grandmother hasn't been feeling well lately and had to go to the hospital and stuff so I didn't feel like blogging yesterday.  But there was also Drama club yesterday.  I saw all my drama friends.  Except for Muppet...  She was sleeping because she stayed up so late.  She'll probably blog about that sort of thing but this is MY blog.  That is, Cosmo the Pluffkin's blog.  And Cosmo the Pluffkin is me so that makes this MY blog.

I've been up to stuff lately.  Like writing parodies of songs.

Here's an old one:

Rudolph the red nosed reindeer (reindeer)

Had a very bloody nose (YUCK!)

And if you ever saw it (saw it)

You may even say it’s gross (It’s gross)

All of the other reindeer (reindeer)

Used to laugh and call him names (like radicchio)

They never let gory Rudolph

Join in any reindeer games (like operation)

Then one bloody Christmas eve

Santa came to slay (Oh-no!)

Rudolph with his nose that bled

Now Rudolph is finally dead (Yay!)

Oh how the reindeer loved it (Loved it!)

Now they’re shouting out with glee (yippee)

Rudolph the bloody nosed reindeer (reindeer)

Has gone down in misery! (The end)

That one obviously was not Taylor Swift but this one deffinately is:

Mine

You were a zombie working part-time eating faces

Left a carcass, and never ate its back.

I was a vampire with a fear of flying

Wondering why we bother with blood if it never lasts.

But I loved you to pieces

Almost literally

But you have rotten blood

So, so I can’t eat you now

Chorus:

Do you remember how it felt sitting by the lava?

You put your arm around me

But it fell off

You fell in love with Dracula’s Evil daughter

You’re the best undead that’s ever been mine.

Flash forward and we’re taking on werewolves together.

Of course it's not finished yet but that's what I've got so far.

Oh look!  a husky!

COOKIES!

Yes this again.  I know what you're thinking, "What in the universe is this person up to?"
The answer is nothing.  The songs above probably scared you a little (admit it!) an maybe made you think that I don't like reindeer or Taylor Swift.  That would be a lie!  My mind will randomly make parodies of songs.  I don't know why but they always are creepy or sound like I'm making fun of something when in truth I'm just being bored.

I like Taylor Swift.  She's pretty cool.  I don't like Lady Ga Ga.  She scares me.  See, I write creepy lyrics but I don't look creepy.  I saw a Taylor Swift documentary once.  It mentioned Lady Ga Ga once in it a for less than two seconds and I think she scared me out of my skin.  I was like, "What on earth is that lady wearing? A dead bird?" No, an angry bird.

Oh-no! Angry birds!  Personally I don't think there should be so much merchandise at stores for an app.  An app for goodness sake!  If somebody can have a million fans because of an app I should have a billion fans on my blog.

Yogurt: Stop complaining you must!

Oh no!  It's judo master yogurt!

Yogurt: More you get fans by less complaining.

I eat yogurt for breakfast!  MWA HA HA HA!

Yogurt: get no where you will if eat Yogurt you do.  Now put down me you must.

Grr.

Oh Down.  that's a good song by Mat Kearney.

I used to think his name was spelled Curney but apparently people pronounce wrong.  Or maybe I do and I'm just rambling now.

Yogurt: Rambling you are!  Stop rambling you must!  instead judo must you learn!

What? Tai-chi, yoga and palates isn't enough?

Yogurt: Make me call my brother you want?

Yoga:  Into downward dog must you be!

What is this nonsence!

Yoga: calm your mind you must.  Into relaxation you go!

Save me!

Oh look my time is up.  Thank goodness

I wrote a lovely poem and I'm not certain if you can read it or not so I'm going to paste it below:

He waits with patience

The mouse adjacent

To his paws

The mouse, unwary

The cat, solitary

With his claws

The cat about to pounce

Power ounce by ounce

Alas, he misses

Then he hisses

All power and no aim

Without a goal, he’s lame

The mouse remains

The cat’s stomach, the same.

YAY! Awesome poem!  Oh, that was silly I just complimented myself.  Oh well, it's my blog.  That is, Cosmo the Pluffkin's blog.  I think I said this before though.  Nachos!  This blog is nacho blog!  Mwa ha ha ha!  It is mwa's blog.  As in Mwa ha ha blog!

Yesterday I ate a chicken sandwich and waffle fries and lemonade for lunch.  But I didn't have a milkshake.

  NO! My sister went back to college today.  That means I won't see her again until summer.  No wait, spring.  In that case it's slightly better.  But only slightly.  I MISSES HER.  I also miss Muppet but that's not so bad since drama club starts up next week so we can act together again.  I hope I wasn't supposed to memorize something for it.  I submitted a story to this beam thingy that Muppet is doing.

I guess I'll put it here too:

Tiger, the kitten, was told strictly not to climb the book shelf.  But he couldn’t help himself: there at the top was an enormous peacock feather sitting silently, almost mockingly, inside of a pink pencil holder.

He imagined he was hunting a monstrous bird in a jungle.  He jumped from one bouncy toadstool to the next.  He gripped onto a vine and climbed high into the treetops.  The bird sat still on a branch far out of reach of the kitten.  The tree began to shake from underneath Tiger.  He looked below to see a wolf sitting far below him.  It howled hungrily at him.

Tiger gasped as he slipped.  Fortunately he grabbed onto a strong fern growing on the tree and was able to climb back up. Tiger looked across the space between his tree and the tree that the bird was sitting on. The bird was preening itself and glaring at Tiger.  It squawked a menacing cackle at the small orange kitten.  He leapt as far as he could.  He scrambled up the dry sturdy bark of the tree.

The bird, startled, floated to a lower branch.  The wolf barked loudly at the cat.   The cat looked up into the blue August sky.  Vulture’s shadows shaded the sun’s bright rays.  They swooped closer and closer to the limb that Tiger was sitting on.  One knocked him off and he felt himself falling, falling, helplessly through time and space.  Was this the end?  He certainly hoped not.  He fell onto a soft fluffy pile of leaves.

Just as Tiger was climbing out of the leaves, a dark shape scooped him up into the air.  He couldn’t stand it.  He mewed for help but he was drawn closer and closer to the strange dark shape’s body.  The shape felt warm.

Tiger looked up realizing that the dark shape was only his owner.  The ‘toadstools’ were simply a sofa and an armchair; as for the vultures, it was simply the fan spinning.  The wolf was the dog; the leaves, a pile of laundry.  All this time he was in the safest place in the world, his home.

Now you see why 'Whiskers' and 'Meows' made it on to the blog title.  LOL.

That's enough for one day.

This is Pluffkin signing out!  Ooh now I sound like an awesome FBI agent or something.  That stands for Fluffy Bunnies Inc. BTW.  And that means Big Tough Waterbuffalo BTW. LOL