Four - Smiling Rebellious Flower

(Time: 10:19 Am, 2nd Blk)

(Current Sounds: 'Lonely Rolling Star' by Yoshihito Yano, Saki Kabata)

Musings:

Aiyee.

Today, I wrote another impromptu about my views on the environment. I'm a green thumb kind of person (even the color green's my main keepsake), but I'm not...GREEN enough, I realized.

With the recent events of CONSTANT CLIMATE CHANGE, our society is on the rise of trying to stay on the lines of being green, reserving all our toilet paper, and to be careful of throwing their popcans down the road (cuz my dad will collect them and use it for OUR cash, hahaaa! >D)

In my opinion, I really don't think I'm making an effort. Sure, we have the funky and crappy bulbs in our lamps back home, I try to take only 7 minute showers in the evening, and I recycle my drawings... reluctantly. AND I REPOSE IN TRYING TO GET A DRIVER'S LICENSE. YEAH, I KNOW I NEED IT, BUT ITS ANOTHER EXCUSE TO GET ME FAT. I like my walking regime anyways.

Even my diet is down the drain. In all honesty, I know I'll never break my habit of eating too much. I can tone it down, sure, but for only... like, a few days. When a party comes up, then of course that puny cycle breaks into relentless pieces. Aaaah, regret.

I guess my views on looking green may take some time, but really, isn't naturally thinking about the environment's opinion going to spread that idea around even further?

Just talking about it ain't doing much, GOVERNMENT.

'Talk less, Say more.'

Yeah. Maybe I ought to clean out my backpack from stray paper finally...

~

Poetry in 30 Days

Day 3: Writing About Issues

-Find a news/opinion article that was published on the web. Look for a story that has emotional/philosophical impact.

Web Address: http://en.wikinews.org/wiki/Truck_carrying_12_million_bees_overturns_in_New_Brunsiwick

(Tuesday, July 1, 2008, Canada Day)

Black And Yellow Stripes Flying Across The Highway

It sounded a little strange at first,

hearing something about the sky

Covered in black and yellow needles.

Why'd he take so many anyways?

Not everybody likes blueberries in

This small island of a province.

But here we are, telling you curious folks

"Yes, it tipped

And they're loose."

At least Mother Nature was by our sides

(in the morning clouds, at least).

Then Mr. Sun came and I swear

The cloud of needles got even more

Frustrated that they were stuck in

One, foreign place, away from home.

Smoke and water teamed up to calm the

Cloud of agitated stripes and needles.

I just hoped for the

Best for that cloud

... and to bless the unknown deities

for not giving me an allergic reaction that whole time.

~next assignment:

Get out of the house and write in a new place. Write about the place you choose to go to. Don't rely on what you see; Describe smells, tastes, sounds if you can (Give a full picture of the place, for the readers!)

I hope I can have some feedback from these dreary poems ^_^;

~kiwi