Hello, I'm BluePuffin!!
late summer
the lone sun
of mid July,
is now gone, son.
if needed, cry.
the hot sun
of new August,
is now here, son.
is that a locust?
the low cost,
of low cost flights,
is still boiling,
and their new lights.
i hate the asian hornet,
they’re so full of hate.
soon the heat will plummet,
hope the hornets have the same fate.
not hornets my mistake,
hope the wasps have that fate.
in my head they’re full of hate,
may be both, may be none, mate
to those like me,
as young as phones,
school’s starting soon:
new times, new tones.
The poem was written by me on August 3rd and the fifth stanza on August 6th.
I’m not sure if the ones that are aggressive are hornets or wasps. Maybe both?
wanna write letters
though uncommon for teens like me,
i really want to write a letter.
though there is stuff that is way better,
wanna enjoy it before mailing dies, you see.
my mama bought me twelve envelopes,
to fulfill these new wishes, my hopes.
they’re big enough for them to mail,
oh do i love i snail mail.
not free to mail like an e-mail,
not fast arriving like an e-mail,
but knowing that one day it won’t prevail,
i wanna mail letters as much as i can mail.
i don’t know where anyone lives,
i am a walk-a-bit teen.
if you ask someone to tell lies,
they’ll tell you where i’ve never been.
i would single-handedly give a job to all letter carriers,
if stamps were ever free.
i would hire 2 pit bull terriers,
if they’d send all letters to be.
i’m aware it’s not that environmentally friendly,
but i’ll still see it positively.
a letter someone sent me when i was a kid,
is something i will forever keep.
The poem was written on August 4th by me.
Recently, I’ve been wanting to write letters. I’ve sent some postcards and a letter to Sanrio, but I’m still waiting to know my friends’ addresses so I can send them letters. Since I’m a “walk-a-bit teen”, I don’t know their addresses. I’ve never been to their house, so I don’t know their addresses.
The last 2 verses refer to one of the few letters I received in 4th grade. Though I lost at least one of them, I still have one that I’ll fondly keep.
bad 2074
the hundred ACs at my house
ain’t enough to handle this heat
was a cat and now i’m a mouse
didn’t know this was a game to beat
books written by Mr. AI
movies made by Ms. AI
who knows if AI wrote or not?
no one checked Mr. Author write
for the students, no workbooks:
they’re all on holographooks.
bye old birds, hi new birds.
should there be some turns?
mailing letter’s obsolete;
blogging, vlogging’s obsolete,
forgotten amidst the wind of time.
what’s a lemon, is it a lime?
the thing that i had to lunch,
tasty, a good thing to munch,
was 3d printed by a 3d printer,
from a self claimed food printer.
salary ten o o o,
rent is only nine o o o,
oh food is nine o o,
i don’t even know, oh
50 for a loaf of prood,
40 for a cup of water,
40 for a bit of food,
inaccurate, doesn’t matter
hope no more kids ever made
the world is just not as great
lafoganofaxistic people
i don’t get it at all
i don’t get it anymore
i do wanna know more
i don’t wanna know more
do i like 2074?
This poem was written by me on the 6th of August.
I wrote as if I was in 2074, viewed as a technologically advanced dystopian future. With high inflation, higher costs and salary. AI takes over many aspects of art, with AI and human work being undistinguishable. Old stuff are forgotten and replaced by new stuff, better or not.
Let’s help people!
I found a site that allows you to help people or the environment for the cheap cost of 0$. Basically, you choose a cause, and by clicking daily, you are donating for the cause. The site is called arab.org. Let’s help someone today! (for reading this section, you get 4 gewblios).
Conclusion
I hope you’ve liked this entry. I liked the 2 last poems ‘cause they really do tell me we should enjoy today’s things while they’re here. I made a doodle showing how the pointers don’t wait for us to look at them to turn and that they’ll go anyways… Well, I don’t know. Time goes. Don’t forget to drop a comment!
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