Words Not Meant To Be Whispered

This is my last completed English homework assignment for the year (boo yah! =D ).

A figure he stood, silhouetted in the light,
He drew a line, to run or fight?
To cause the blood that all would dread
Or rather flee to world ahead.

Across the line the souls of man
Walked stout with pluck to lend a hand.
But one not followed all the crowed
His mind made up, his shoulders bowed.

At inquiry he resisted
The cry of war he'd long enlisted.
For memories of long darkened days
Haunted him in head ached craze.

Just in time to rid himself of the doomsday stand,
The man escaped to to further place, and lived to tell the land.
He spoke of many thousands, them marching forth to war.
To kill the ones he'd run from, they'd bring down stony door.

A sleep fell to the ones who'd stayed to stand in fear and glory.
Though doubtless was the climax and clincher of the story.
Soon to be brought to ending, soon to dwell in death.
Soon to bid farewell to loved ones, with last and final breath.

Time had sprung to give it all in name of freedom's ring.
Thus whistling wild with grand debut, the musket shots did sing.
The melodies of surefire, a song sung out of strife.
A tune to pierce you to the heart, or simply end your life.

The crimson blood did pour like rain, and ruby were the streets.
Where those who joined arrived to late, who viewed the failed feat.
They found the lifeless bodies, 'neath thunderclouds of woe.
And battle cries of fallen echoed: “Remember the Alamo.”

The true accounts of battle, so kept quite privily,
Should not be thought upon so light in all of history.

Forget not what has happened.
Forget not what you've heard.
Those warriors died with honor.
But remain a whispered word.


It inspired me to draw this picture

I kinda want to use this as my "hand drawn picture" (no pun intended) for extra credit, but I'm not sure if there's really any true connection between it and the poem.

Waddya think?

God Bless,

Ka-Plink

"Dear, Did You Know About The Insect Metropolis That's Taking Abode In Our Family Room?..."

\ = (

Yeah. We have ants. And problems with them.
...So I executed Code "Wipe-Out".
---Which includes a vacuum cleaner.

After playing exterminator, I got distracted after waltzing outside and started to take pictures.

I have 1,398 pictures in one folder of My Documents alone.

 And I like to play with them on Picasa

Speaking of pictures, I have hockey videos.
CLARIFICATION: Youth group Hockey Championship videos. We Sharkipedes didn't make it all the way, but we were beat by the best in our second game and their first. It went like this:

5:00 - Trashers VRS. Sharkipedes
6:00 - Winner of 5:00 Game VRS. Twisted
7:00 - Shell Shocked VRS. Lone Rangers
8:00 - Winner of 7:00 Game VRS. Winner of 6:00 Game

And it turned out like this:

5:00 - Trashers VRS. Sharkipedes
6:00 - Sharkipedes VRS. Twisted
7:00 - Shell Shocked VRS. Lone Rangers
8:00 - Twisted VRS. Shell Shocked

Good job Twisted!

On a completely different note...

I have to go do school.

And

I wanted to see if the HTML link would work.

Visit here to see the explanation of why Mr. Young is singing a Ricky Nelson song.



I still cannot fathom why on earth Fireflies had to be his most popular song. I quoteth my brother when I say: "His voice is so monotone in that one..."

Goodbye.

=)

Happiness Returned To Me, Through The Small And Simple Things

I am happy.
I have a chunk of frozen chocolate in my hand, and Owl City's newest single Dementia blaring from my speakers.
In a few minutes I'll have to drag myself back to the school that I get so terribly distracted from. Ehh, I'll pull through though.

And for now I can enjoy the little things.

Excerpt of

Dementia (feat. Mark Hoppus)

Every light in the night flicker in and out
Every bone in my back shiver up and down
Keep the pace just in case all the magic dies
'Cause this is driving me crazy

Every voice in my head shouted yes and no
Every freight train of thought fought to stop and go
Keep the pace just in case all the magic dies
'Cause this is driving me crazy

Big surprise, I'm a ghost keeping out of sight
Rub your eyes, you're a star in a summer night
This is love, this is war, it's insanity
Dementia, you're driving me crazy

Love,
Plink.

 

Guess What Plink-a-Dink Learned How To Do!

 Thank you Dad for teaching me how to use the scanner!
Now I can display my doodles...and you can laugh at my pathetic form of "talent"!

Anyhow, this is my tree house (for you, dearst L/K =) ).
---I wish.
I'm not sure exactly how the staircase begins. Either it spirals down to the ground, or it comes from another tree, or something else. You tell me. The shape of the little hut that sits in the limbs is pack-man shaped. Completely rounded, and with at least one window (as shown in the front). I went with something like terra-cotta tiles for the shingles. Normally I don't like these rounded tiles as opposed to the flat, rectangular clay ones that we have in our neighborhood, but round ones are more fun to draw. There's a hole in the roof with a ladder leading up to the wooden deck about. Once again, completely rounded wood work (totally shows off the workmanship of the carpenter!), and really, you could keep placing ladders up and up to limb to limb, until you reach the twigs at the top.
So there it is.
And it might be obvious to you that my inspiration was pulled from Lothlorien.

(Entitled: Goodbye Regret)

So this one could have turned out a LOT better. I could not for the life of me get Georgie's hair to look like anything besides ratty...umm...rat tails (and shading her face just did not work). And I've always struggled with proportions, so certain parts on both of their faces are either wayyy to big or really teeny. I like the way I was able to shade in Skander's face, but the face itself doesn't look anything like him.

Anyhow, I feel like if I had spent another few hours---or days---it would have turned out a lot better (I used the same pencil, so I didn't make the darks really dark---which make always seems to REALLY improve pictures).

Here's the original:



(From The Voyage of The Dawn Treader 2012 film)

More sketches later!

Gotta go and grab my dinner before certain person get to it before me.

-Kismint

Of Lime Green Insects That Have Become Increasingly Associated With Words

I find myself explaining my blog posts of late.

Is it only that I feel the need to clarify, or is it the fact that I'm confusing you and you're asking me what in the name of corn dogs I'm talking about??

Yes, I speak to numerous people whilst I state these simple truths.

Well anyway today I do not simply intend to explain a past post, instead, I'll explain a whole blog in it's own.

Some of you wonderful and faithful readers (or even: wonderfully faithful readers [eh, eh??]) have checkout out my [third?] blog, otherwise known as Salad Bugs. Now some o' you people are probably driven nuts because of the spontaneous-ness antics of Salad Bugs.

Well I hate to break it to you so harshly, but to put in blank: That's what I made it for.
I wrote this for someone earlier today to elaborate on:

I am a random person.
I am very fond of randomness.
I EAT RANDOMNESS FOR BREAKFAST EVERY TUESDAY AT 8:36!

---not really, but I'm very dramatic these days.

Ya see, I like to write. But in a not-so-structured kinda way. One of my favorite things to do is sit down with either a computer and keyboard or a notebook and pen in front of me, and write complete---or almost complete---randomness.
You might call it playing with words.
Sometimes I'll hesitate for just a second, and think about where I would like to be.
---a lake, a mountain, a battle field, talking to certain special people---wherever.
And that starts me off. From there I just say what my head is thinking. I shoot for the eloquent vague-ness. Blur the lines a little, and viola! I have a piece that might give someone a little something to chew on.

I write from emotion. I write from things that make me "tick".


Anyhow, since I'm quite a blogger nerd, I decided to make an anti-structure blog. I'd fill it with poems, metaphors, and life-lessons, illustrated with randomness (I also decided that I'd put one picture that I personally took and edited on each post, furthering my photography spree).

And so Salad Bugs was born...

That's what started the blog called "Salad Bugs". But in all the time I took to write the excript, I seemingly forgot to mention why I call it what I do. Thus, I elaborate once more!

*Ahem*

Salad bugs are little green things with transparent wings. They are often found in the honeysuckle bushes that are in my backyard, and are usually attracted the the porch light. I used to catch them as something merely to pass whatever time I had.
Quite fond memories, I must admit. You could call them my fireflies.

Anyhow, "salad bugs" is now what I call a random script of words that I pen simply because I like to write whatever comes to mind (as stated in the above text). I also have used the phrase "bleeding butterflies" in place of "salad bugs".
Something about insects...
But they mean the same thing. They're just little spurts of inspiration.And just for fun, I'll give you two salad bugs that I haven't published anywhere else yet.I haven't entitled either one yet, but they're just things that I've jolted down in my notebooks.
Keep in mind that I write this sorta thing down when I'm half asleep, so no, I'm not going insane, I just don't go to bed on time. ;)

---Oh, and I don't know why it just so happens that the two I choose both mention "kick drums". I think I must have written them both after listening to this song.

"Treasure in the heart is more then flesh could ever try to imitate. The focus is forever, but the snapshot is in seconds. Sometimes I duck for no reason, only later to find that I'd saved my own skin by doing it.
I see glowing shadows.
And the kick-drums played a ballad in my head.
Something too beautiful to see lies ahead. So where do we go from here?"

* * *

"Shy strawberries and brown angel eyes.
Drifting off...
It's 1:00AM and I don't have a road map. The screen is flickering and I already hear the kick drums. My pillow awaits but the opportunity is greater than imaginable. Even when the music stops the voice doesn't.
And I stand there.
Waiting to crumble."


So yeah. There's your average random-write from Plink-a-Dink. You can really tell that there's absolutely no structure to anything that I say when I pull one of those on you. It's all just as it comes.

This is what I wrote to further tell you why I write this sorta junk:

I guess it's like an abstract painting. Does the artist even know what he/she is creating? Maybe. But say he/she doesn't know the whole scale. A little red there, a little yellow here---it looks good, but it's all in the way you look at it. A good abstract art will give a different impression to each viewer.
And that's how it is with a lot of my salad bugs pieces. Every time I take a moment, stand back, and view my work, I see something different that makes sense out of the corner of my eye, but when I look at it squarely, I can't seem to make heads or tails.

And I think that's how it's supposed to be.
...If ya get it, I shall pat you on the back and marvel at your ability to keep up with my brain.

And with that, I'll conclude.

So do me a favor and get a piece of paper and write whatever inspiration grants you. You might find it strangely beautiful in an alien-ish sorta way.

-Plink.

Call It A Miss-Spelling

 So if you want to, you can say it.

I'm paranoid.

From HC to AL to Dfly to Plink to Kismint...and you say: STOP THE MADNESS!!
Okay, so I'm a name changer. I have a thing about names. They have to be just right. Unfortunately, things change, so shouldn't names change with those things?

--Then of course, it reeeeally doesn't help if I make up nicknames for the numerous people I've surrounded myself with. YES! Many names I've devised, or thought up, or created, or penned--whichever way you choose to put it.

And now I'm a Kismint.

Twas I before? Aye, 'tis true.
Perhaps rumors have reached the ears of you people, bloggers (different denomination then people, of course), hedgehogs, and Marshwiggles that "Kismint" was once a name I held elsewhere in cyberspace.
...Wait, actually, I've used it on many sites, but the first--well, that one was the biggy. Therein lies the simple tale.

First, a confession. Once upon a time, a friend elaborated on a website known by the name of "Club Penguin". Being the small child that I was, the thought of a virtual world where one might converse and correspond with others seemed quite thrilling. From there it was all cornbread & mashed 'taters (<--heyyy...waddya know, I made up my own figure o' speech).

But what was my virtual penguin's name? What on earth would this shamrock-colored, computer generated avatar be know as? WHAT COULD POSSIBLY BE THE NAME OF ITS EXISTANCE??! Well--

*bleep* we now interrupt this charming little story to bring to you yet another bizarre tidbit from the blog author's personal experiences. We apologize for any inconveniences that may have occurred as result of this. *bleep*

A long time ago, (an age called "Barns and Noble Bookstore"), in a galaxies far, far way (A galaxy named "Shelf"), a book series was found.
This particular book series was not at all a best selling series, nor did it have any claim to be a "New York Times" popular. But it caught a little girl-with-a-gift-card's eye. She bought the first three or four, took them home, read them, instantly thought them quite wonderful books (which is saying more then they deserve) and proceeded in checking out more of the same series at the library.
THEN one day, while reading a book from the series, she came across a name. Something along the lines of:
Kizmet
or maybe it was
Kezment
or maybe
Kisment
or perhaps
Kismet

Whatever the name, the little girl read on, and thought nothing of it.
UNTIL ONE DAY--

 *bleep* we now return you to your regularly scheduled program. Thank you for not suing us, throwing rocks at your computer screen, or forgetting to invite us over for Sardella's Pizza. *bleep*

Well, as you might imagine a parTICularly indecisive person of very [very] mild intelligence would do, I sat there, brainstorming my little brains out in search for the perfect name.
It most definitely could not be a name with numbers at the end--no, that looks silly.
It most definitely could not be a common name--no, originality is important.

I went through many a name that afternoon.
Tealeaf, BlueIce, etc...

Until something hit me.
I had once read a book.
It hadn't been a long book, it hadn't been a true favorite.
But there was a name. A name that had a ring. A name I had never heard.
A name that might--just might--possibly be THE name.

But what had is sounded like? What had it started with? How did you spell it?

Letter by letter, my fingers tapped each key.

K-I-S-M-I-N-T 

"name excepted. Please check the box clarifying that you agree to all terms and regulations..."


-Kismint Eliya Plink-a-Dink, Sword and sWord Wielder, Follower of the True King, and Barer of the Black Cap (commenly noted to take form in a bandana) and Blue Book.

DA SHUFFLING LIZZARRDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!

So I've been noticing that the posts that I post on this posting site where you're suppost to post posts are getting less posty.

Have you?

That is for my good friend L/K (hi). I thought of you when I watched the little guy show off, and I said to myself: Kismint, people who LIVE WHERE IT'S SNOWING (doest thou detect a hint of envy? ;) )  can't see little scaly guys pulling dance moves outta their windows while they do their algebra now, can they? So I decided to make a short film.
Emphasis on short.

Is it obvious to you that I am in a wacko mood? Likely. I think I need food. But I REALLY need to go outside. I've been sitting in this chair alllllll day today. And I've been looking at this screen for halllllllllf of the day today.
You can see the effects.

Maybe I should go now.

...Ooop, yup, gotta go.

More some other time,
Miss Wacko (A.K.A 'Plink.')