I'M HAPPY:)

You know, there's something about happiness that you just got to love. Even if it takes a while for that bout of joy to flow through our veins. And you know what that is? It is how it suddenly bursts out of you, making you want to jump out of your seat, dance around the house, frolic in the garden, twirl under the trees till you plop on the ground with your teeth smiling at the sun. I did something like that today. I think I even invented my own pirouette, although I have no clue of ballet. I'd like to tell you how it started, but I think it sounds better in rhyme:

First you feel a tingle
Then your feet start to jingle

Your arms start flinging
And you can't stop singing

And then you spin
And spin
and spin

But you're not tired
'cause happiness
has been hired

To make your grim
face grin!

Now your body sways
And you forget the
bad days

Then you jump up
up high
And try to touch the sky

But you land shortly
and sigh

Your arms stop flinging
Your voice isn't singing

You aren't spinning
spinning
and spinning

But don't worry if your feet don't jingle
'Cause now you know happiness
only needs a tingle!

Copyright:)

I Found a Poem Today!

My mom told me about the days where she and her class in the Philippines would memorize and recite poems for their English class. And not only did they recite, they recited with great poise and dramatization. And you know what? They did that in 5th grade!

There was one poem that I like the most. My mom's friend's poem. I went to find it today, and its actually a love poem by Edgar Allan Poe. Its a bit sad though....

Here it is:

ANNABELLE LEE

Edgar Allan Poe

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love -
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulcher
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me
Yes! that was the reason
(as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we
Of many far wiser than we
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
In the sepulcher there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

Then it got me thinking: where is this kingdom by the sea?

Another Day Cherished

I was talking to a friend of mine today. But not just any friend, a best friend I hope to keep. Although she is far away, I can hear her voice, her contagious laughter, bouncing off the peeling white walls in the living room.

Over here, people are just about to start the day with a cup of coffee in their hands as they flip through the weekend papers at the dining table. And maybe, as they sip their morning coffee, there is a child rubbing his sleepy eyes as he walks to the kitchen to ask, "What's for breakfast, Mama?" And his mama would tell him to brush his teeth first, and when he does there is jam and nutella in the middle of the table with a plate of toast by its side. Then the child would grab a spoon full of nutella and spread it all over his toast, and get his face smudged in chocolate. The day has only just begun.

But over there, where my friend is, everyone has finished their dinner and are getting ready to sleep. Some, may be doing last minute homework, some, may have come back from watching a movie with her friends. Tired, she sinks into her bed for a moment heaving out a sigh; maybe even saying," What a day!" Then she spots her computer and types in the website she knows where everyone's going to be on: Facebook. She flips through notifications, newsfeeds and sees somebody, maybe far away like me, online and talk for hours just like my best friend and I.

Sometimes, time gives you a chance to spend the moments you have been missing. The moments you wish you were there. The moments that get you back on your feet to start moving again. The moments that just makes you smile and make your day wonderful. And the moments, although how crazy it would seem, where you suddenly can actually hear laughter in the distance, where you can feel the ocean breeze touching your face.

But time, time has its ways. And the breeze dies down and the laughter fades away, and my dear friend, having beseeched at for hours, finally says goodbye and I in turn say goodbye too; and I wonder if that friend is smiling in her sleep now, knowing that that goodbye won't last forever.

He Got No One, But His Dog

Old Candy

he got no family

got no one

but his dog.

His old

old

ancient dog.

Who follows him around

Who got no teeth

Who stinks like hell

Carlson wants 'em

he wants 'em

dead.

He's too old, Candy, he says

Too old.

An' so he shot 'im

just like that

Old Candy

he got no family

got no one

but his dog

He had 'im for a long

long

time.

He feeds 'im milk

He herd sheep with 'im

He loves 'im.

And it got shot that day

just like that

Just

like

that.

Old Candy

he got no family

got no one

but is dog

Now he's lyin'

on his bed

wondering why

why

he didn' kill 'im

himself.

SOL: Touched by an Angel

"Alright people," Mr. Bustos commanded," I want you to make a drawing out of these poems I handed out to you."

"Who are these poems by?" Katy asked.

"Maya Angelou!" I said aloud(to myself actually).

Mr. Bustos murmured a "yes" and walked back to his desk.

My poem was called I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings, same as Eleanor's, who was seated at my table with Mehr and I. I looked at Mehr's poem title, Alone, and giggled. Mehr made a funny frown face.

"I don't like mine!" she complained.

"Like what?" Eleanor asked, looking up from her sketch.

"This," Mehr showed her the poem. Eleanor giggled too.

"Here," Eleanor said," let me change it," and she went to the table in front of us where Katy, Sara, Stephanie and Daniela sat to trade.

After a few seconds, she came back with a new one, Touched by an Angel. Mehr seemed delighted and we started to sketch. Then out of the blue,"I wonder how you can be touched be an angel?" Mehr said to herself.

Both Eleanor and I looked up and wondered too. Suddenly, Eleanor stood up, made her hands look like wings as she made a halleluyah sound and poked Mehr on the forehead. We all burst into laughter and mimiced what she just did again and again till the bell rang.

Keeping Things to Yourself

I got to say, I don't think I'm good at keeping things to myself; they are bound to just simply slip out of my mouth eventually. Just yesterday, I spoiled the ending of a good book by accidentally telling a friend that someone gets killed in it. And today I leaked a small conversation I had with a friend to somebody,who in turn, asked about it to the friend, and that friend asked why I told her. Pretty confusing, but you kind of get it, right? I kind of feel guilty now that I think about it. And that's not all of it, I think I have forgotten all the other "slipped-out-of-my-mouths" that must have occured in the beginning of the year.

What do you think I should do?

I Got George, An' George Got Me

I like to pet soft things
But sometimes
I pet 'em too hard
And George'll give me hell.
He said he could never get
no peace with me.
And Crooks said George coulda'
went inta town and I won't hear of 'im
no more.
But I know George
I know he wun't leave
me.
I know he wouldn'
Know why?
'Cuz we ain't those guys
who got no family
sittin' and blowin'
their jack in some
bar room
'cuz no one gives a damn 'bout them.
No sir.
I got George
An' George got me
tha's why.
And if I don' give 'im
no hell
George wil' lemme tend
rabbits
those little furry ones
When we live
offa
the fatta land.
And George says tha's
gonna be soon.

Inspired by Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck