googlewhack

i found this googlewhack with the help of my cousins and a large dictionary. i will not be posting the words to prevent it's becoming an un-googlewhack, but i will be posting a screenshot of the search:

Things

oaky, so i've put the titlebar back where it belongs. looks much better, no?

also, i've joined deviantART. yay. hooray.

thus far, there's nothing in it, but i will post something soon (that's a promise), but if you want to see it, it's at evilflyingrat.deviantart.com.

I've also written another poem! hooray, hooray! here it is:

Inebriation

While you were asleep under the table

I took the liberty of washing the vomit off your face.

It completely extinguished the fire in your soul,

Replacing it with a strong smell and a limp tongue.

You tried to convince me that it was for the best,

That it would make you happy, that i should try it.

I watched as you were reduced to a blubbering wreck,

Screaming obscenities about those who had wronged you.

How could you be so wrong?

How could you have been so consumed by it?

How could you have lied to me?

Header

Hey, people, sorry about the change of header, but my Desktop Publishing Teacher, Mr. Jung,is currently giving an assignment wherein we place a vectorised version of our faces on a blog, and is having us make a blog on Weebly.com, but i decided that i would just TEMPORARILY change my own blog's header bar to said vector image. I'll change it back in a week or so.

P.S. sorry that i broke my promise about the poetry thing, but i ran out of time for poetry / I lacked inspiration.

poems 4 and 5

Okay, so I know I promised 3 poems, but I'll publish the third with next week's.

(okay, so i didn't write the third yet. don't shoot me.)

Thought 1

If one were to examine my inner thoughts, a useless jumble would greet his eyes.
There is little order in my thoughts,
So many are they that they rot,
Buried under thousands of others,
Each equally useless and foolish.

And every night my thoughts strike up a fiddle
And dance a merry jig through my brain,
Running around till they throw themselves through
My dreams, causing chaos everywhere they go.
.
.
.
They aren't mine.

Thought 2

A thought -- a feeling.
Twenty-six letters
Six hundred and sixteen thousand, five hundred words
Are insufficient to express a feeling,
though many have tried.

A fish leaps out to grab a fly
Just as a frog flicks out his lightning tongue

A king lies dying on his throne,
As his servants rape and burn without consent

Twinkle, twinkle, little tree,
As your fires burn wild and free

Six thousand years have not prepared us for
What is coming -- apocalypse
Apocalypse without horses

Earthquake -- the ground shakes
And lava spills through the cracks of reality.
All things, large and small, consumed by the
Anger of the earth.

Christmas Wish-List

Okay, first off, I'm sorry to all (If any) who read my blog that I haven't been posting my weekly poetry -- I'll post three next week.

Now - to business: my Mom wants me to give her a Christmas list, so here goes:

Poem the third

I Wish

I wish
That I could fall into the arms of undying love
That I could be remembered for more than who I was
That I could be me, and not be kept down by what a hurtful world expects of me

But I know these wishes are fruitless and empty,
Unless I make them happen myself.

I doubt I will succeed. Do I have the power to fulfill my dreams?
Or am I a wretch, without hope, doomed to failure?

Poem #2

Here is this week's poem:

Impossible

It will never come to pass,
As nothing like it has been before.

Wonder, and fear, ye lunatics,
As the impossible comes and goes in the blink of an eye,
Greater than none, yet greatest of all.

Through everything the impossible bleeds, though see it we do not,
Though our very pores it drips,
Till none of our senses, save our eyes, can possibly deny it.

Impossible, yet possible, like snow in the heat of summer
And sea-bathing in the icy winter.

The impossible surrounds us, draws us in,
Pulls all of our emotions into the open,
Pouring our logic into the sea.

And now, a precedent has been set,
And it has lain waiting for 6000 years.

It will yet come to pass.

I am a Nutter

...First post.

I think one usually explains something about themselves here, so, a blurb:

My name is Nathan Klassen,
- I am (currently) 17 years old,
- I love computers, languages (especially constructing them), playing with LEGO(R), Google Wave, most things geek (completely excepting console games; those controllers are dumb)
- I am in my final year at Yale Secondary School in Abbotsford, B.C., Canada
- I listen to U2, Coldplay, the Beatles, Beethoven, AFI, and many other things besides. (Just leave *barf*rap*barf* out of the picture [or maybe speakers?])
- I am (pretty much) an expert at using GIMP
- Occasionally i draw pictures and write poetry

On that note, i have recently decided to challenge myself by writing a poem a week until the end (and maybe beyond) of the school year. Here is the first, from last week:

The Deluded King

One. Just one.
That's all.
That's me.
The stuff of legends.
Of myth.

One thing after another
I am not all there will be,
Just all there is.
And the earth was shapeless
And without form. And then
I was.

All that was will be again.
A cycle, repeating.
A tree drops her seeds and
A new tree is born.
Round and round
The cobbler's bench.

I am the monkey, I am the weasel,
I am the cobbler's bench.

POP

No more anything.