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The Sparkles on Her Dress...

The beauty we explore is nothing less
Than the inspiration we seek when in distress
As we glare into the depths of where the stars congress
Into the infinite grace wearing Her sparkling dress.

She the elegance who is so young yet so wise
Through billions of years Her beauty survives
And only for a while will Her knowledge reprise
Our speckle of existence requires goodbyes...

Our short farewell will celestially disperse
As our spirits will sprinkle into the vast immerse
Transformed into stars freckled on Her dress
Makes the Universe a more beautiful princess.

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For some reason I can't stop making poems based on the Universe. It's just so fascinating to me. Everytime I see some beautiful picture of the Universe, it drowns me with inspiration. Haha I don't know if I'm just being mushy or serious. Oh well, I hope the poem is good. Till then, Bye!

The End of Physics...

...(for now that is)

The force of gravity
Is inevitability
Compared to the force
Of "Physics Insanity".

Luckily that was not the scene
As I made it through completely clean,
No more diffraction gratings
Being projected onto a screen.

No more attracting or repelling force
That has repelled me throughout the course
Called the Physics Diploma
Finally I am off of this horse.

The force of friction between my pen and the page
Was set aside by my aching hand on its stage
As I calculated the energy for some
Truly I was just inching closer to get out of the Cage.

The cage has opened with all its Theories aside
With momentum transfered I hope I do not collide
With the returning Impulse which is Physics
Until then I declare "it has been a wonderful ride."

Finally I Can Relax...

Finally, as the end of the Physics Diploma exam brings the school year officially to a close, I can Relax.

Man I can't remember when I've been this chill... maybe the days in elementary school. Seriously, it feels that relaxing today knowing I'm stress-free for a while. I'll probably start getting back on track in a week or so. Then it's going to be an intense(and probably expensive) day at the Calgary Stampede; yay woot!! I hope to go with friends this time rather than my sister (who doesn't ever go on rides) so I can actually have fun while going on rides. Till then, enjoy you summers and will see you in Stampede or more likely in school in August. Ew, let's not think about that just yet.

Tomorrow: Showtime...

So it's basically tomorrow or never. The show will definetly go on, whether I'm there or not... obviously. But tomorrow I plan on running that show. Will make myself proud hopefully. I've prepared and hope it's enough to pull off a great performance worthy enough for mass credit. I wish everyone else luck, hoping they will pull it off as well. Best of luck!

Pendragon: The End

HOLY CAMOLI!!! That was the best frickin' book I have (and will have) ever read... EVER! I finally finished the last and final book of the Pendragon adventure series, and man was it beautiful. It was darker than any of the other nine, but it was sooo neccessary to understand all the answers of the series. I think I finished it in like a day, all 600 pages of it. New record for me. So driven.

Best ending and best series ever. Sad to know it's finally over, but I'm so hyper towards the way it ended. Too good!

100000/10

"Because it was truly the way it was meant to be"

"And so we go!"

Pocket of the Universe...

Look at the sky as if it were made out of Gold
To the sparkling delights of what the Universe holds,
In the pocket of dark leading to a singular bold
A Star where the story of our lives unfolds.

Giving us Life from as far as it stands
Sending us heat so we may warm our hands,
But before we can look, it is already gone
Replaced by the moonlight awaiting its dawn.

When finally it comes in the form of a shine
In the midst of the darkness the rays unwind,
Soon to know that it exposes our land
To the reaches of our eyes to what we don't understand.

Finally we learn how nature is quick
To make us realize that we have fallen for its trick,
Where it began with a void of darkness and cold
Has now envisioned us to view the sky as Gold.

PENDRAGON!

YES FINALLY! I got the first copy of Pendragon Book 10 from the public library today. As far as I've read (230 pages already), it's fricken INTENSE! OMAGA I just HAVE to finish it. Bye!

Momentum...

A poem I made based on my first post here on this blog. I think the message is really unclear, but I guess that's the point.
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The momentum has passed
And the game has stopped.
Time has stood still
For a few seconds on the clock.

Finally have I been
At the end of the track
As I collide with the host
And end the game with a hack.

Sure a few dents to myself
But an explosion of the fence
Holding me captive
From the freedom I'd commence.

This runaway car
Now holds still
And all that was required
Was mastery of skill.

A skill of pursuit
Of what is unseen
By the game itself
And you in between.

Yes you are the force
That brought it to a stop
Both me and the source
Where the source will flop.

The end of this game
Through heroic means,
Where the momentum is tame
With its disrupted routines...

Man my last Key...

Damn it man. Frick. I think I just lost my only key to some good University like Waterloo cuz of today's Physics test. Damn it man! This test was my only way to boost up my mark enough.

The Blooms Upon the Tree...

A sprouting tree beyond the leaves that grow
To flowers that scatter to put on a show
Performing their blooms in front of the sky,
It is natural beauty I cannot deny.

The tree that branches higher than you and I
Where we breathe the scent upon which we rely,
And we sit down and watch with a tear in our eyes.
We sense a world where nothing really dies...

As nightfall arrives
And sparkles the millions of lives
Shining from the abyss above
Knowing some of them are the ones that we love...

And as I return my gaze back to the tree,
Your eyes remain up to the stars that they see
Remembering the flowers that they were once.
You should know, they are still blooming upon the tree...the Universe.