Fading Colors

The Tree's waved at me with excitement as I passed them by today
But i couldn't wave back
for I was overwhelmed with sadness
My tears tasted of suppression
I reeked of misery

They wouldn't stop waving, however
I suppose they were attempting to cheer me up
but my dejection ended up becoming unbearable
They soon stopped waving
they shriveled, and died

Yet again, I was alone
No other trees even bothered to look at me
so i walked . .
my head down, I was isolated
purple turned to blue

The Poetry

Constantly she is faced with similes, metaphors, hyperboles, and other figments of her imagination
she runs her treadmill life enjoying the scenery that passes by
she talks as if her greatness is a product of her wisdom
yet she knows little
and such sagacity . . isn't sagacity at all
isolation from the world is her greatest desire
yet she roams giving hugs to people, animals and things
she is hypocritical to herself and she kills her life slowly
yet she is filled with wonder
her wonderful mind
gives off the illusion of genius
because what she speaks attracts
even gold gives off into her magnetic effect
but she has no wisdom . . .
she has no skill . .
she is unattractive . . .
she has no faith . . she has nothing. . she is nobody
but her poetry is the poetry of them all who have nothing in common

Familiar

Everything is all just too FAMILIAR
what shall i do to escape ?
to be honest there isn't much I can do. .
because no matter where I go . .it's going to end up familiar
don't worry this isn't a poem . . .
it's just a very long thought filled with metaphors, similes, and . . comma splices . . .? haha
are you ready ? . .okay

My familiar is my room and my room is my world
which means my world . . is familiar
it's like the box that I keep next to my side filled with the "unknown" things I have not yet figured out . .
yes . .the box filled with the unknown . . .is familiar
because I look into this box every day and wonder what the unfamiliar will become . .
because the unfamiliar is just one thing . .which is anything I want it to become . .


Am I making sense to you ? . . .okay well I'll keep going . ..


This thing of unfamiliar is just a . .blob that I have not yet to discover . .
I imagine to be anything . . .one day it was my heart . .
I gave that away without even thinking . . .
I tried to get it back but . . I just had to get a new . . .familiar blob of unfamiliar
I turned this blob into a space ship and I took off into space

my imagination works wonders yea ? . .well i'm not done . .

once I went into space I discovered another blob of unfamiliar and I put it into the box beside it . .
yet that box occupied with a spinning vortex. many would say that it was a vortex of death
but who has really been in there to say that it kills ?
I called it a spinning vortex of magic and wonder
and I stuck my head inside
this vortex was nothing I would call unfamiliar because . . .
inside of it was my world. . .
and inside my world . . was my room . .
and inside of my room I've seen myself .. .
sitting there . . .imagining I was flying


yet . . . .unfortunantly . . .


this world doesn't let you contact with any1 else . .so I couldn't reach myself ..
I suppose I had gotten tired of everything being so familiar . .
I tried to fly to another persons familiar world . . .
apparently it didn't work because once I snapped back to my "reality"
I was face down on the concrete with familiar blood rushing from my head . . .


Now that I think back . . .
my world of unfamiliar I have grown so accustomed to . .
it actually became . .familiar . . .



being stuck in familiar will kill you . . .
get out into the real unknown . .

My SpaceShip

I thought My troubles were over once the spaceship had taken off
I hadn't been home in forever . . since I was made to be exact . .I was excited . .
but this feeling really stuck with me . . . .
I started to get angry at myself . . but not to such an extent that others can see my bitterness from within
I just . . wanted to feel him so bad but I have no clue what the feeling may bring me . . .
I didn't even know WHO it was I wanted to feel . .
My spaceship was beautiful . . . it was made especially for me . . though I had to share it with others . .
It was orange with the most beautiful interior design that any human, alien, and/or robot has ever laid eyes on .
It was set up to free my hard drive from overwhelming downloads such as this . .
but . . .i just couldn't seem to let this FEELING go
it wasn't like anything else . . I couldn't just press abort and it would be gone forever . .
this feeling was stuck . . .
then all of a sudden the spaceships engines started to fail . .
the pilot couldn't understand what was going on
but we all understood . .
I was disappointed . . i just wanted to get home and free my mind . . but this spaceship had to have an empty tank
this day. . . was terrible . .
not only does it take light years to get home but I had to sit and wait for damage control right outside of earths atmosphere. .
I then thought to myself maybe this could get better . .
someone rather handsome could sit by me and I might just find my him . . .
but who am I kidding . . what him would dare travel to jupiter alone
I guess I'd always just be a lonely space princess

Who is the he my mind yearns so deeply for

woke up one morning
not today or yesterday . . it was just . .a morning
i don't even know if it even happened yet . .
but this particular morning, I was filled with desires and needs
now, usually the things I need are the things that everyone else needs . .
like a shower from time to time, or to do their hair . . maybe even a nice shave
but this need I was having was not a need of actions
and the desire I was feeling was not a feeling for material things . .
It wasn't a need to be closer to God like it usually is if its not either of the references above
actually that would be the first feeling I would have perceived way way before the other two
what I'm trying to get at though . . is it wasn't the three usual feelings I get
I had woke up on this random morning needing human contact
right when I opened my eyes I wanted a hug
now me not being from this planet, and being a robot found this feeling to be rather strange
so long I've been accustomed to having no sense of affection whatsoever . .
but this day . .I needed to feel . . . someone . . . not just any someone but . .
I needed to feel a him
and not in any way shape or form of lust
but of . . Love . . .
Keep in mind that me never having these feelings before I was rather freaked out by this sudden rush of urge to love and be loved
I actually woke up crying
"How dear I shed a human like tear upon my cheek as if I'm made of flesh" I said to myself still shocked
my memory started to race thinking about the last time I was offered a hug but refused and gave a simple handshake
"hugs mean too much" I said . . .but I'll get to that in another story. .
ANYWAYS . . .I went the whole entire day with no human contact . . well. . at least no male contact
for that day I was getting sent home for the first time in years . . . so I could not be distracted . .
yet once I set my place on that spaceship to Jupiter . . . I couldn't help but wonder . . why didn't I go after him ?
. . . whoever that may be

Unfortunantly

I had to Take down my "Makings of her" Blog . . . . .


I've exported it . .in case I have the random burst of creativity I need to write THAT particular story . . .


However, I AM coming out with another story . . . .maybe over spring break . . . .nd the main character would actually have a name . . . .ProtoTypes[k]







thats all i guess . . . . .[: