A poetic journey through my mind

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Me and my Shadow

Sorry folks, I’ve tried to warn Mia about words…they can turn and bite when you try to make them march in line. ¬†ūüėČ


The puppy who never grew up, by Mia Sloan

His name is duke because that’s a good name for a big dog but he’s not a real dog he only lives in my head. ¬†He used to be real, but then he wasn’t mine, and now he’s just mine and nobody elses. ¬†When he was real he was a puppy and I saw him in the store and I got to hold him and he loved me and I loved him but he costed too much money so I had to leave him and I cried. ¬†And then I heard him crying too, outside, and it was dark but I ¬†snuck out anyway and looked and looked but I couldn’t find him. ¬†The next time, I checked at the store and they said he was still there, it must have been another puppy but I knew better. ¬†So that night I heard him again, and ¬†I ¬†couldn’t find him, so I was sad and went home, and he was there! ¬†He was in my room! ¬†I ran and hugged him but my arms went right through him, so I knew he wasn’t real, but I asked him to stay with me and he slept on my pillow and in the morning he was gone again. ¬†I cried and I called the store and they said he wasn’t for sale anymore, because he was sick. ¬†He didn’t look sick when he was with me, so I waited for night and he came back and I cuddled him all night and gave him kisses and when he tried to leave again I held him and he just curled on my lap and went to sleep. ¬†And then I called the store and they said he was gone, and I tried to tell them he was with me but they didn’t understand. ¬†So now he is the puppy who lives in my head and I love him forever and ever, and he loves me. ¬†The End.


B&B

the maze amazing blocks my sight,
with bright lit halls and rooms of night,
my heart beats fast and hard with fright,
I stumble, and my head feels light.

the path winds forward, north, then east,
with frozen fear I hear the beast,
he shambles, slow, like one deceased,
but still he comes, to make his feast.

I looked into his private wing,
not knowing what my choice would bring,
its beauty made my heart fair sing,
just like a castle for a king.

he sat, his back toward the door,
admiring the fires bright roar,
and spoke, as if his throat were sore…
“I’m certain that I locked that door.”

he turned around, I thought I’d scream,
so much the monster did he seem,
his eyes with yellow light did gleam,
I pinched myself, in case of dream.

I saw a passageway, and ran,
without a thought, without a plan,
away from beast that thought as man,
as fast as any rabbit can!

and now I’m lost, in caverns deep,
for days I’ve had no food or sleep,
while after me the beast does creep,
so on and on, my pace I keep.

still I wonder if I dream,
if things are not the way they seem,
I swallow scream on breathless scream,
and watch behind for the eyes that gleam.


Happy rest-of-my-life day to me… ;)

It’s my birfday!! ¬†I am a whole 4 yrs. old! ¬†Er…um…I mean 44…really. ¬†;p

Wanna show you my favorite birfday present, from my best bud, Ben.

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Alice in Wonderland as Miyazaki’s Totoro! ¬†Since two of my favorite things are anything Alice, and (almost) anything Japanese…well, it just rocks, that’s all.

Speaking of Japanese, and rocking…have any of you heard BabyMetal yet? ¬†Adorable little Japanese girls…singing heavy metal, with a uniquely Japanese twist. ¬†“Headbanger” and “Megitsune” are my faves, although so far I’ve loved everything they’ve come out with.

One more pic…just because.

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Hooray for summer in Florida… >.<

KC, Mia, Dutch, Janie, and Kitsune-na-shiteki.

 


Mia’s silly rhyming song, by Mia

the flat cat has a hat
he throws it at the silly bat
because the bat it squashed him flat
and sat on top of his new hat

the car goes far under the star
the star looks down to see the car
the car stops at the soda bar
and then it goes on far and far

the silly fox sits in a box
until the man comes with the locks
and locks the box up with the fox
because the fox stole all his socks

the sad bear lives at the fair
and dances in the sticky air
and wishes he was out of there
and back at home in his warm lair

the little bug lives in the rug
in a hole he dug and dug
and gives his family a great big hug
because they live there nice and snug