Ranryu

Today was fun. 

It was my dad's birthday, so he took potato and I out to eat. We went to this really good Mongolian grill. He, of course, got the all-you-can-eat grill-it-yourself buffet. Potato and I shared dumplings and sushi. And then I accidentally committed a terrible crime. I dropped my sushi in the soy sauce bowl, and then it just fell apart. Being the dummy that I am, I sat there for like a minute and watched it soak before fishing it out. 

I can't get the taste of shrimp out of my mouth. Everything smells like soy sauce. I never thought I would suffer from too much soy sauce.

This is just like the time I drank vinegar because it smells good and tastes good in teriyaki sauce. Too much is not good.

I was gonna write a depressing post, but then I realized: the world is depressing as it is. Why should I add to it?

Here's some baby sea turtles instead.

 So how're y'all doing?

I have some great news guys!

I won the senior level for a composition contest I entered last month! The song I entered is an edited version of one of the songs I posted on here. That means my music will be printed in a book, and I get to perform it later this month. Yay!

Somebody keeps giving me rep for every single thing I post.

@Potato's Wit, are you playing some sort of game with the leader board? I'm pretty sure that's against the rules.

Villanelle poems are interesting. I've been refreshing my Language Arts skills recently, because all we're doing at school is reading books. (I love books, but there's other forms of writing too, ya know?)

You have taken a fragment of my heart,
Paid for with neither a song nor a prayer;
To empty skies I promise to depart.

Your eyes pierce my soul like a flying dart,
And now my soul is empty from your glare;
You have taken a fragment of my heart,

Your voice rang throughout my core from the start,
Now, still ringing, it beckons my nightmare;
To empty skies I promise to depart.

Once I thought we would never be apart,
A childish fantasy– I am aware;
You have taken a fragment of my heart,

Your hands will be the end of me– in part;
But my death will come from the mask I wear;
To empty skies I promise to depart.

At last, I fly away; my course I chart;
And to those who search– I was never there.
You have taken a fragment of my heart,
To empty skies I promise to depart.

Oh the wee birdies sing

and the wild flowers spring 

and in sunlight the waters are sleepin'.

But the broken heart knows nae a second spring

and our kin will not know how we're meetin'.

Happy birthday!