GRAND4 [!!!]
GRAND4 [!!!] is what it’s all about
Best friends to the max, no doubt
The way we do the things we do
Mercat, Chelskay, Dixxay, and Chelsboo
We have a bond, strong as they come
Acting silly, crazy, and dumb
The first day we became the gang
We already had 10 words in our new lang.
Adding more and more to the “fresh list”
Like toofbrush, jabuabas, bif
Wodnerful, jacked up, and wif
Wearing tutu’s on Halloween
Game faces, dirty looks, being plain mean
Craving Subway at random times of the day
Doing anything possible to get our way
Flipping on mattresses, breaking necks
Tumbling in sleeping bags, tons of fun? You bet!
Reflector tag, army rolling, and breaking bones
Just to steal a sign or a cone
Forking an open field late at night
Forcing signs in the dirt with all our might.
Dancing like black men in front of a home theater
After a slumber, wishing our rooms were neater
Body painting in ice-cold weather
Lifting Dixayy in the air, being lighter than a feather
Making “Next: Like Never” lists and comparing boys
Basketball games, cheering, making noise
Spending hours on YouTube, laughing our faces off
Chelskay making fun of Mercat’s cough
Cupcake day, cupcake faces, and cupcakes
Night time walks to Dixayy’s cow-surrounded lake
The taste of freckled lemonades on Reb Robin trips
Giving Patrick Mercat’s number, leaving an extra tip
Boys we don’t know calling us at midnight
Sharing life stories on how they learned to fly a kite
“Yerr a jerk” becoming a famous line
Jamming out to 101’5’s “90’s at Nine”
Playing three-player Bop-It Extreme
Getting all decked out for our Spotsy team
Dancing to Jack Johnson on Saturday night bonfires
Watching stupid boys catch their whole lake on fire
Wishing we owned the heart of Justin Timberlake
Peanut butter brownies, wishing we could bake
Being best friends forever and ever
Breaking our bond? No way, never.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
"What I Love and More" by Sarah Chantharavongsa
What I Love And So Much More
The kitten nuzzling against my leg, attacking my shirt still when I put
it aside,
the fireplace crackling in front of me, it's warmth spreading through
my toes and feet,
the sad melody of guitars, working with the light tunes of the piano,
the voice that sings, that I pretend sings for me,
the lyricism of love,
the hollow feeling of love,
the absolute wonderful feeling of love,
the warmth of hugs,
the bittersweet taste of dark chocolate, the pieces melting on my
tongue,
the scent of fresh fruit, the taste of it lingering in my mouth,
the dazzling costumes of visual music, the glitter and the makeup,
intricate and beautiful,
the detailed carvings of cathedrals, the walls adorned with ancient
beauty,
the song i'm listening to right now called "Lilac", making me want to
cry each time I listen to it,
the drummer that continues to support me, and I for him,
the best part about being short, being able to be consistantly called
cute, when really, I'm not,
the pitter patter of rain, echoing through the walls,
the lovely feeling of being tired, snuggling into the blankets,
the feel of stretching my limbs across cool sheets,
the power of imagination,
seeing a fleeting pale rainbow arc across the sky, right after warm
spring rain,
the cuteness of a bright red umbrella,
the purity in seeing a white rose,
the amazing creativity humanity can give,
the lemonade taste of my childhood, bringing back memories I didn't
want and memories i will always cherish,
blowing the biggest bubble from soap water,
or squeezing the dish soap bottle, creating a burst of tiny mini
bubbles to blow out,
feeling the excitement of terror while watching a horror film,
running through the sunshine, never getting tired, feeling the rush and
the wind,
disobeying the rules, disobeying authority,
dancing spontaneously, just getting up and letting all the energy go,
singing along to songs,
the happiness of being able to do something I want to do,
whenever I look up at the night sky, I'm able to see the vast galaxy of
stars,
the lovely moon, when full is beautiful,
the beauty of dawn, the beauty of the sunset, the beauty of languages,
the beauty of friendship...
this is all of what i love, this is all of what i want.
and still so much more.
The kitten nuzzling against my leg, attacking my shirt still when I put
it aside,
the fireplace crackling in front of me, it's warmth spreading through
my toes and feet,
the sad melody of guitars, working with the light tunes of the piano,
the voice that sings, that I pretend sings for me,
the lyricism of love,
the hollow feeling of love,
the absolute wonderful feeling of love,
the warmth of hugs,
the bittersweet taste of dark chocolate, the pieces melting on my
tongue,
the scent of fresh fruit, the taste of it lingering in my mouth,
the dazzling costumes of visual music, the glitter and the makeup,
intricate and beautiful,
the detailed carvings of cathedrals, the walls adorned with ancient
beauty,
the song i'm listening to right now called "Lilac", making me want to
cry each time I listen to it,
the drummer that continues to support me, and I for him,
the best part about being short, being able to be consistantly called
cute, when really, I'm not,
the pitter patter of rain, echoing through the walls,
the lovely feeling of being tired, snuggling into the blankets,
the feel of stretching my limbs across cool sheets,
the power of imagination,
seeing a fleeting pale rainbow arc across the sky, right after warm
spring rain,
the cuteness of a bright red umbrella,
the purity in seeing a white rose,
the amazing creativity humanity can give,
the lemonade taste of my childhood, bringing back memories I didn't
want and memories i will always cherish,
blowing the biggest bubble from soap water,
or squeezing the dish soap bottle, creating a burst of tiny mini
bubbles to blow out,
feeling the excitement of terror while watching a horror film,
running through the sunshine, never getting tired, feeling the rush and
the wind,
disobeying the rules, disobeying authority,
dancing spontaneously, just getting up and letting all the energy go,
singing along to songs,
the happiness of being able to do something I want to do,
whenever I look up at the night sky, I'm able to see the vast galaxy of
stars,
the lovely moon, when full is beautiful,
the beauty of dawn, the beauty of the sunset, the beauty of languages,
the beauty of friendship...
this is all of what i love, this is all of what i want.
and still so much more.
"Heartbreaking" by Meredith Lawson
Heartbreaking is what I’m known for
Every time I meet a new boy, I think I need more.
No one ever seems to have the perfect personality
Or any form of conduct and morality.
It’s not my fault I can’t be content
And sometimes express things that weren’t meant
Some may define me as a tease
I’d just say I’m harder to please
I might like a boy and change my mind
But that’s no reason for him to sulk and whine
I’d say my heartbreaking is a skill
Not a flaw, yet I regret it still
I don’t enjoy making boys cry
Although the pity they expect is humorous, not going to lie
Boys just don’t seem appealing
So I keep getting more, pulling them in and reeling
Reeling in those somewhat cute faces
All ending up unattractive in several cases.
Every time I meet a new boy, I think I need more.
No one ever seems to have the perfect personality
Or any form of conduct and morality.
It’s not my fault I can’t be content
And sometimes express things that weren’t meant
Some may define me as a tease
I’d just say I’m harder to please
I might like a boy and change my mind
But that’s no reason for him to sulk and whine
I’d say my heartbreaking is a skill
Not a flaw, yet I regret it still
I don’t enjoy making boys cry
Although the pity they expect is humorous, not going to lie
Boys just don’t seem appealing
So I keep getting more, pulling them in and reeling
Reeling in those somewhat cute faces
All ending up unattractive in several cases.
"Daughter of Anubis" by Sarah Chantharavongsa
Daughter of Anubis
a fleeting vivid smile, her tinkling laughter
adorned with the finest gold clothing, the most beautifully carved
emeralds and rubies
the princess lays out all her limbs gracefully on the rocks, the
moonlight shadowing her perfect form most elegantly...
you can't have her though, she's one of the Untouchables
but with the flutter of her thick eyeslashes, she's just so tempting to
take
beckoning you forth with the slow, movement of her lips and a slender
finger, you can't take it anymore
but you can only stare at the magnificent view
there's always something that blocks the way
sweet and alluring, with her ivory white skin, her cropped raven hair
staring at you with her saddened shadowed opal eyes... "come closer..."
a fleeting vivid smile, her tinkling laughter
adorned with the finest gold clothing, the most beautifully carved
emeralds and rubies
the princess lays out all her limbs gracefully on the rocks, the
moonlight shadowing her perfect form most elegantly...
the blue night sky is lit up with the rays of the moon, so bright, that
the stars can't even be seen
the sands of the desert blow delicately, in the Eastern Wind, in her
wake,
the snakes and the scorpions guard her like a treasure
if you can find a way to break through that barrier, she just might be
yours, she might just let you take her...
the sparkle of her crown signifies her as one of His daughters; and if
you should even go as far as to tenderly touch your way up her thighs
and beyond, may He spare you in mercy
She's one of the Untouchables...
but doesn't she just look as lonely as ever?
a fleeting vivid smile, her tinkling laughter
adorned with the finest gold clothing, the most beautifully carved
emeralds and rubies
the princess lays out all her limbs gracefully on the rocks, the
moonlight shadowing her perfect form most elegantly...
you can't have her though, she's one of the Untouchables
but with the flutter of her thick eyeslashes, she's just so tempting to
take
beckoning you forth with the slow, movement of her lips and a slender
finger, you can't take it anymore
but you can only stare at the magnificent view
there's always something that blocks the way
sweet and alluring, with her ivory white skin, her cropped raven hair
staring at you with her saddened shadowed opal eyes... "come closer..."
a fleeting vivid smile, her tinkling laughter
adorned with the finest gold clothing, the most beautifully carved
emeralds and rubies
the princess lays out all her limbs gracefully on the rocks, the
moonlight shadowing her perfect form most elegantly...
the blue night sky is lit up with the rays of the moon, so bright, that
the stars can't even be seen
the sands of the desert blow delicately, in the Eastern Wind, in her
wake,
the snakes and the scorpions guard her like a treasure
if you can find a way to break through that barrier, she just might be
yours, she might just let you take her...
the sparkle of her crown signifies her as one of His daughters; and if
you should even go as far as to tenderly touch your way up her thighs
and beyond, may He spare you in mercy
She's one of the Untouchables...
but doesn't she just look as lonely as ever?
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