Even Though I Love Bacon…

I was skimming through old assignments from a poetry and fiction course I had taken last year. This one stuck out to me, as I find it ironic how much I actually love pork. Maybe one da, I’ll give it up. Becoming a vegetarian is on the back burner for now, but it is something that I hope to accomplish some day, somehow. But I digress. The assignment was simple: pick an animal, write a poem about it. And…here we go. 

“Oink.”

There were a great many of us,

All happy. Once.

Have you seen Penny?! Paul? Or Patrick?

No. Taken onto the dark place.

Souls echoing screams, echoing screams

Sights so sinister squeals seem so

Sad, really. Predictable now.

They appeared, poked at us,

Grunted cold gibberish.

Decision made. Now Petra gone.

There are a small few of us,

All fearful. Now.

Those curled tails have straightened,

Innocence but a dream, something only seen

With shut eyes and prayers never heard.

I have seen Pam. Pete. Packard.

While their souls bang against those chains,

Lifeless bodies remain behind, hanging, hanging.

Motionless, milky stares never leave my mind.

Them. It was They who began this merry-go-round.

Must lead on for the lost ones.

Just then, the love of my own, meaningless existence,

Taken, poked at, torn to shreds. Hung right before my eyes.

Last words seem but a wild squeal or snort to Them.

But my reply, my wild squeal, my snort: ‘I love you too. Will see you soon.’

Makes my soul die a little with each re-read. Happy Saturday! (I don’t think I can eat bacon today…) 

What Had Happened Was…

Hello and こんにちは! (I’m learning Japanese, so bear with me and the horrible sound bites that may pop up sporadically).

It has been about the time span of a human child’s conception-then-birth since I’ve been here! (‘Bout 9 months, give or take?) Anywho…alright. I’ve been a bit of a forget-me-Phyllis and haven’t been here! My eternal bad, chickadees. Oddly enough -or sad, whichever term- I remembered your sweet existence, dear blog, when I saw someone had liked and begun following you a few days ago. Is it wrong to like a little attention, some semi-human contact via ‘like and subscribe’? 😅

But I digress. I will try with all my might to be more attentive to you, dear, lovely child. And to you, my fantastic five followers fancying fy fosts fand fideas…fank fyou. Really. I am so so new and terrible at this blog venture. I said in 2015 I wouldn’t let go of this very premature fetus so I here I am again, refreshed and ready for action…and maybe some Burger King chicken fries. Key Points: 2017, chicken fries, very beginner Japanese. Happy new year, Let’s hope it’s a good one without…not sure how much of that I’d be able to post without a lawsuit…*sweatdrop*

Ta-ta…for now, I swear! >_< 

 

 

Objection: Supercalifra…etc.

It’s been a little over NINE months since I have been here, so about the time a baby cooks in the oven. (I hope that reads well…)

Anyway, I have a new goal in mind. Lately, I have had terrible, writer’s block and haven’t been able to really find that ‘umph’ to get me on here. However! that has all changed, my friend. Here’s a thought- don’t steal it cause I’ve already done that; where do you think this idea came from? (I’m kidding.). A girl. No, not a girl. Some sort of creature. Actually, let’s make it a girl for now. Let’s make her old enough to have a semi-logical thought process but young enough to get away with things…so, like seven. (Honestly, she could be any age. Everyone’s nuts!)

It’s cliche, but let’s give her a rough exterior. The typical kid-with-spunk deal. That’s all I’ve got so far!

Let’s make this great! I draw, so a sketch of Girl ?? will be coming soon!

~Hugs and punches all around~

Hello There, Stranger

That’s right. I’m talking to you, the one reading this sentence and wondering how it will..

Anyway, Watson is here to say, “Welcome to An Everything Blogel”. I’ve never had the everything bagel, though. I might try it one day..

Someone suggested that I make a blog to better my writing skills. So, here it is. While I don’t know where I’m going with this, I do know that Chicken Fries are back at Burger King! When I saw that commercial, I felt happier than Harry Potter on Christmas morning. “I’ve got presents?” quoth Harry. Yes, Harry. Yes you do. Dying from a chicken fry-induced stroke or heart attack will be worth the sweet taste of those little spawn of potatoes and poultry.

That’s all I got for now. But, in the words of a wise character,

“Ttfn; ta-ta for now!”