A Lovely Little Ramble-Infinite Universes by GeekGirl11, literature
Literature
A Lovely Little Ramble-Infinite Universes
I believe in infinite universes. One may be the same as the one in which we all reside, but someone decided to wear a blue shirt one day instead of green. Billions of universes created every day, based off choices everyone makes every second.
This may be a belief based on a bit of wish fulfillment. At one point after a nasty breakup, I told myself somewhere in the infinite universes, I'm happy with him. Of course, this leads to another universe, where I'm still with this guy, but miserable. The possibilities from that one outcome alone are endless. We could be together and I'm famous, but he's not, or he's famous and I'm not, o
I am a gamer, and my happiest moments in my gaming career
Comes from a DS.
I got the upgrade, but life has forced me to forget it.
My little 3DS.
Then the summer came along, and I picked it up,
That blue 3DS.
I'd go to theatre and see you with
A small 3DS.
We bonded over our games together
On our 3DS.
While that time has passed and we've separated,
I can't help but smile when
That little orange light brightens the corner
Of my little 3DS.
Do I do it for attention?
Do I do to be seen?
Why do I get on stage?
Just what does it mean to me?
There's a certain kind of magic
When the spotlight shines opening night.
When the dialogue is sparking,
And the cast is in character,
And the audience is invested,
And everything is just right.
It's perfect, that feeling,
All eyes on us,
The slight gasp with the game-changing line,
The laugh from the slapstick,
The "aww" from the kiss between the romantic leads...
It's like nothing else in the world.
When I was seven years old, I'd wake up early Saturday morning
To watch my favorite cartoons on TV.
Danny Phantom, Spongebob, Avatar,
I loved them all.
By the time I was 13,
I thought I grew out of them.
(save for Avatar, of course)
I was a big kid,
Cartoons were for the younger crowd.
Now I'm in high school,
Nearing entrance to the real world,
And when it's Saturday morning,
And I'm the only one around,
I turn on the TV,
And watch my favorite cartoons on TV.
My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,
Adventure Time,
And, of course, Avatar.
I'm a big kid, who cares it's for the younger crowd?
I may not be a senior, but I still go.
Partially because I have to, but I need to as well.
I look out across the football field at the graduates...
The same field we marched on every Friday.
The same field we forged bonds.
Bonds that'll be forgotten?
As for the seniors, I feel my heart break.
So many of them I was close friends with.
So many I still want to talk to.
So many I'm afraid will forget me.
The conductor raises his baton, and I try to focus on my music.
I hear all their names called.
And each one of our seniors, the band seniors,
Looks over at us.
And I know, that they'll remember each and every one of us.
To Those Who Wish To Dishearten Me by GeekGirl11, literature
Literature
To Those Who Wish To Dishearten Me
To those who shower put-downs,
To those who pour insults,
To those who wish to dishearten me,
You're not getting your way.
I've fought you for over a year now.
You show no signs of stopping.
Yet I continue to outdo myself,
Occasionally even outdoing you.
Yes, I have faltered a little,
But that was ages ago.
Now I'm older, wiser,
Mentally and emotionally I've grown.
So while I may stumble.
(And I know you'll be there to point it out)
I'll always get up and be better.
So, dislikers, work it out.
What do I feel like writing? There's a lot I could write...
There's that fanfiction I thought about during Algebra. The one where Harry Potter goes on a quest with Cumberbach's Sherlock and Smith's Doctor. Hm. That'd be good. At least it'd raise a few eyebrows. Oh, hey, there's that poem I tossed together on the back of my Algebra homework! All about how much I hate Algebra. Not that great though...
Poetry! Now that's an idea. Wax philosophical about something pointless. Use little rhyme or meter. Or write about the invisibility of the common me. Or about being a geek. Eh. That'll get me nowhere. What else?
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Do you think that I am pretty?
'Cause I think I''m simply silly
For thinking you would like me
But what do you see?
A goofy girl with a smile,
Would you like to talk a while?
A lonely girl with no friends,
Smiling, but to what end?
Maybe I'm just dramatic
Or maybe I'm ecstatic
I just don't know how to feel
Is this my first love that's really real?
School spirit. Homecoming. Dress-Up Day. Three things that were happing today. The first two I could care less about, but the third...I was bristling with excitement. From the moment I woke up, fifteen minutes before my alarm went off, I was energized and hurrying to get ready. I threw open my closet doors and pulled my costume off it's hanger. Grinning, I got dressed and headed off.
Once I got to school, a million eyes greeted me in the commons. Well, things were going as expected so far.
I was wearing a tweed jacket over a off-white dress shirt, with red suspenders and dress pants, with a bow-tie topping it all off.