Hello, I'm BluePuffin!!
walking on the street, with my teddy bear
there's also my cousin, with a teddy bunny
my bear is white, since it's a polar bear
the bunny has a name, the bear's is Ozzy
i'm just walking by, my grandma's right there
me and my cousin, bunny and polar bear
i hope to see the sun, sunflower wind turbine
recalling everything, i’m not only mine
there’s an old man, as old as time
in a scooter, mobility one
hope he wasn’t a no one
past the pavement, past a line
sadly i didn't get to see the rainbow
the climate gaps have hit a new low
the bear on the neck, has a little bow
looking at the grass, not my lawn to mow
Written on July 30th by me. I had gone walking with my cousin the day I wrote it.
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Ozzy |
it’s 23:23
lucky time lucky me
twenty three twenty three
now twenty three twenty four
guess i’m not lucky anymore
drink my milk tea
a drop of honey
and a banana
na, nana, nana, uh
one minute until midnight
i wanna sleep and sleep i might
wrote a letter to Sanrio
looks like I made a typo
i wanna sleep and sleep i will
hopefully wake up at 11 o’clock
i already closed the app, TikTok
here i go walk down the hill
it’s midnight ‘o 2
it’s time to sleep
i’m sorry it all ends here
i gotta sleep, is that clear?
whatever, you’re clever
whatever, i’m clever
ghost me like a ghost never would
ghost you like someone never could
Written on July 31th and, at midnight, August 1st, by me.
and by the time that i shut
my thoughts were already laid
fast forward some classes again
stood or sat whenever when
badminton’s my favourite sport
to watching it i had to resort
all because i wore jeans
the teacher said I couldn’t play
not the worst i’ve been
not allowed i played is it okay
didn’t totally play
far better than not playing
just 2 or 4 hits
could i call it beats?
one week followed another
two weeks without school
forgot stuff really not cool
to study what not teached i couldn’t bother
This poem was written August the 1st, by me. This poem talks about my experience of not being able to go to school for two repeated weeks, and some other days, because of health issues. Also, notably, not being able to participate in many PE classes. Moreover, when I called someone Napoleon in the poem and me a “not rich person”, I nodded to the French Revolution. Napoleon and the peasants under his country did not like his doing so much that they protested, and Napoleon probably didn’t like the fact they protested, I don’t know. That classmate, “Napoleon”, is a person who, in my opinion, judges everything, including me, and I don’t like their acts and they don’t like me, and that’s okay. I once protested an act of their friend, which was insulting someone terribly, but “Napoleon” came defending their friend. While I tried to protest, I eventually stopped. I could’ve done it better, that’s why I regret it, but doing something was better than doing nothing, and I got to tell the teacher about all their empathy lacking behavior. Me returning a ball to Napoleon, after Napoleon let it go where it shouldn’t have, to me, was a historical moment, since it symbolised how, though we both mutually dislike each other, there are still - at least from me - basic manners.
Thought it wasn’t only one song played during PE classes, I know that one class it was like violin, old songs, which some danced to as ballet or just danced, I believe; and I remember one class it was ABBA’s songs, I remember Waterloo, but I don’t remember each song that played, it wasn’t a clear memory, many stuff was forgotten.
POTM (Poem of the Month)
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