Anonymous

The most beautiful sounds I’ve ever heard.

Blake the Griffin

By Anonymous

I’m here to talk about my pet griffin

His name is Blake

He’s magnificent and scary

And only drinks by the lake

He soars very high up until the sky

By the way I dress him up, you could say he’s pretty fly.

His wings are huge and he loves to play

He even cries when I cannot stay

He’s very fast and fierce

He gets whatever he want

When I walk him It's hard not to flaunt.

Reflection on HIMYM

            I promise I’ll try to make this reflection as spoiler free as possible. This whole COVID situation has prevented me from going to school and even to go outside but it has enabled me to watch more TV. One show I’ve always wanted to watch was ‘How I Met Your Mother.’ The reason being that it was a great show that had a horrible ending. I’m always intrigued by how shows gather so much success and just end tragically. While watching the show I was immediately attached. I was so fascinated by how the most unusual moments occur to a group of five regular adults. I loved the concept of a show being told backwards. There have been many questions I’ve drawn about adulthood in New York from the show. The main character Ted insists that his life is a plan: his love life, his career, and the way he lives. He forces every situation of his life in order to accommodate with the time he thinks he has left. His best friend Barney, I think had potential to have the best character arch but was still ruined. I felt the writers would just repeat the same fate for him every time he’d try to do better for himself but would always fail. Nonetheless it is called, ‘How I Met Your Mother’ and I did like how it all came together but the very last scene made me feel that the journey was just so irrelevant. I did enjoy the journey I felt with the gang but in the end, I just felt wanting more.

What is more valuable than everyone thinks?

Six  6-Word Stories

Bought a home, can’t buy memories 

Can’t be happy not being yourself

Thought about others, earned some respect

Lose your life, keep your soul

Stuck in quarantine, wisely used time

Grew up, now I miss childhood

What I COULD See Outside My Window

This whole quarantine period has truly been a dream that we everybody is living in. The whole idea of the world stopping whatever they’re doing in a pandemic because of a killer virus is still crazy. Nonetheless from the comfort of my home, there is only so much I can see. When I look outside my window, there are a lot of things I could see in the courtyard outside. The first thing I truly see is the lack of people outside. With everybody socially distancing themselves, I don’t see as many people just hanging out anymore. Due to the weather changing and it is the season of Spring, I do see and hear many flowers blooming, birds chirping, and grass growing. I even notice that there’s even a squirrel roaming around now. Also when I do see people go outside, I also see them protected with face masks and gloves. It’s great to see people taking precautions when going outside. I really don’t know when this nightmare would be over but hopefully it ends so I wouldn’t have to look outside my window and actually go outside.

Haikus About Family

Families are weird

These you don’t choose, you're born in

Still they’re family

Families are cool

Especially if you choose

Only you could tell

What am I listening to right now?

Playlist: Something for everyone.

Trading Trading Cards?

Am I the only person who hates trading cards?

No. I loved trading cards, I just didn’t like trading cards.

Why would I give up one for another?

Just so I could give it up for one I think it’s “better?”

I loved every card I had because it was mine.

I don’t mind people trading theirs,

They just can’t trade with me, it’s fine.

Loving Myself

I love myself so much

The love for myself ain’t fair

The way I walk, I talk,

My looks and even my hair.

Negativity never hurts

Cause’ my love is like a shield

Like Thor and his hammer

Love is what I wield.

Everyone should love themselves

Cause’ if not, who would

To love oneself has much importance

As it should.

A non fiction reflection story: Something I’ve grateful for

I remember this day like no other I had just gotten to work and I had been sick prior my chest was giving me complications and I was put on a Steroid to regulate my breathing along with a extra asthma pump. I had felt better so I had came back ,I missed my job and my peers plus it was boring at home being away from school and work. I came in and Chelsea and pip had this amazing Colombian artist come in and she taught us how to open our minds and really dig deep into our subconscious about our personal experiences and how they shaped us it was beautiful .the ways my peers actually opened up and I got to know them on a personal level .The way they formed their words and had emotions that we each related too. I was in the middle of a poem when my stomach started to turn and was making me feel dizzy but I pushed through then I felt really hot and dizzy and it was terrible I couldn’t even focus. Chelsea was nice enough to get me a bottle of water which held me over but I kept feeling even worse until I felt I had to throw up and I had to excuse myself from the meet up which was so embarrassing .Through it all pip and Chelsea were right there . Not once did they make me feel bad or embarrassed and the genuine care of my well being I never felt so accepted and cared for by outsiders they were right by my side and made sure I was okay and well enough to keep on. I apparently didn’t have enough on my stomach and well a Steroid of that nature needs something to stick to which made me sick. I was given snacks to ease my stomach some more water. Pip opened a huge window for me and it was raining that day so the wind felt amazing and I was even asked if I wanted to be chaperoned to the train. I honestly felt fine after and declined but I felt loved and cared about and I always look forward to those feelings again in my future work place. It was an honor sitting and talking laughing and Talking about cats and magic tricks and fresh cooked bread. I was able to make new friends and even learned to open up more so I’m forever grateful totally recommend park avenue armory.

Something That’s Normal

Dust swayed in the air as Leah swept the creaky floorboards. It was the last thing she needed to do before the opening of her bookstore: Leah’s Favorite Books. Since she was little, reading was her favorite pastime. She’d get caught past her bedtime reading under the covers, a flashlight in one hand, and her turning the pages in the other. Once she got older, she advanced to chapter books, all different genres, and she began to collect her favorites. Now at age 27, the list of favorite books was a long one, one she wanted to share with the kids and adults in her neighborhood. The process took 3 months; from taking an abandoned one story house on the end of the street and turning it into a cozy, homey experience for others. Sometimes her friends helped with cleaning and shelving, but most of the time Leah dubbed it as “my project” and found it therapeutic to spend days fixing it up alone. 

As she put the broom back in it’s corner, doubt began to creep up on her. She and her friends spent the last weekend putting flyers up for the grand opening, but a part of her couldn’t help but to question if anyone would even show. What if all this hard work went to waste? What would she tell her friends and family? Leah would feel so embarrassed. 

Leah’s Favorite Books would be opening in thirty minutes, and Leah still had to shower and change. Admittedly, the excitement she had just moments before started to wither inside her. She left the store, locked it behind her, and started the few blocks home. 

After showering, she had only fifteen minutes to dress and get back to the shop. Wearing a dress she bought specifically for this day, she looked at her in the mirror and sighed. I hope all goes as planned she thought to herself. 

Texting her friend while walking back to the store, she expressed how nervous she was and pondered turning around. Just as she lifted her eyes from the screen, tons of people she knew and others she didn’t, waited outside the bookstore. Kids held hands with their mothers, smiling ear to ear, and one man had his reading glasses on the collar of his shirt. Tears formed in Leah’s eyes as she made her way through the crowd and turned the key, opening the bookstore. She greeted everyone with a smile. 

Things I Would Tell My Younger Self

I would tell my younger self:

Be glad you’re still alive

Speak up for what you believe in

If you don’t believe in yourself, who would?

It’s okay to make mistakes, you’ll learn from them

It’s okay to accept help.

Love yourself more than anybody else would.

Trust your gut. Do what you feel best

Nobody cares about your accomplishments so work harder.

Don’t be so gullible. Not everybody is cool.

Remember to have fun. You’re young.

The Joy I’ve Felt This Week

With all of the circumstances and events that have been transpiring it is very hard to find joy these days. As a black man, I’ve had my own moments and encounters with the police. 2020 overall has been a terrible year but the fact that people are finally saying enough to the level of police brutality and standing up gives me more hope. I do also enjoy celebrities giving light to the topic on their platforms. Racism has always been an issue in the country and may always be but it’s good to see an improvement. There’s so many things going on in this world at once and it’s just insane. 2020 seems like the end of the world but it’s incredibly sad to see what’s going on in the United States. To see all of this come together because it took so long for four murderers to be convicted is ridiculous. The injustices and oppression that has come from a  system implemented to keep minorities under has gone long enough. It has been very hard to find joy from this week. Nonetheless, I’m glad that people are trying to make a change.

a haiku on prompt #36 what will you always remember?

There are so many things I miss doing and so many places I miss going to. I look back and just am so grateful that I was able to capture those moments and reminisce.   

How it Used to Be

How could one forget

Life before Covid-19?

Oh, the simpler times.

Traces Erased from the Internet

What would I remove from the internet is hard

The internet has great and bad moments but

Some people just take it too far

I would erase all trace of negativity

The world is not just filled with hate

It’s also filled with envy

The internet should be fun and knowledgeable

So I don’t know why some opinions are intolerable.

All hate and negativity should be erased

Because honestly, it just leaves a nasty taste

Messages I Would Send to The World as Haikus

Hate just really sucks

Especially hating on people

Why so much anger?

Peace to the whole world

Full of hate and rage in hearts

Self destruct the world 

Inside These Walls - Something I’ll Never Forget

I’m the perfect 11 year-old... outside these walls. Inside, not so much. There’s a man, this man who lets me see the light outside. The one who with caresses and kisses will make me be able to feel the sunlight in my skin again after 3pm. Without him here, I’ll be the same and always caged bird trapped with overburden and nostalgia. Marks in my body she will make but they go away after a certain time. No, it’s not true, they stay forever on your heart I will say to myself.
That night, the worst one. Will always stick in my mind. The night when the phrase “please stop” will become of the most popular one from inside my soul to out of my mouth. But those wouldn’t be her words. Disgust and offenses will be what she’ll yell at me. Everyone inside heard them, but they wouldn’t. Those words that will blurry my sight. Everyone outside listened, and will always leave it in till the moment of the show off. Tears, tears and more tears will come out my eyes. More than tears dropping down my little face, the tearing of my heart is what your actions will provoke. Breaking my heart into pieces, the blood will spill out all around the black hole. I wasn’t the same. The same that once thought, “Mami loves me”. The same that thought, “Mami will always take care of me”. The same that thought, “Mami will defend me”. Yes she will, outside of this walls. Inside, it was a different world. She will make my days misery with just one word. That word I couldn’t hear her saying it loud. The look in her eyes will make it worse.
But why? I’m your child. The one you wanted in this world. Well, it seems like you didn’t tho. How? Your actions, words, or only those looks you’ll give to me. You’re on time, you’ll be the one who carries the blame. You have the time to start all over again. Do not bring the past to the present. Do not make of the future, a replica of YOUR past. Yeah your past. It’s not here anymore. Make of this one, a better one. A better future. One of forgiveness and teaching. “You can forgive, but never forget”, the saying says. I will forgive, but never forget. That’s what I say.

6 Word Stories About What I Needed Today

A better life is what’s needed

Need to breathe in fresh air

I really like cheesecake at nighttime.

Need to communicate face to face

Stuck inside, vitamin D really important

Stay clean, stay helpful, stay safe

Listen To It - A Story Everyone Should Hear

Why wouldn’t you? Why didn’t you? Why won’t you? Is the question here. It was yelling at you. That feeling you didn’t feel towards me. The feeling it wanted you to feel back. But you wouldn’t listen. You won’t listen to it. You didn’t hear it because it wasn’t in your plans right? I was just a passenger. The first one. And all because those feelings belong to another person. Why didn’t you make this magical story a real one? Why wouldn’t you let it be real when I was thinking it always was? He wouldn’t let you make another one. He was blocking your ears from listening. YOUR FEELINGS were all for him. However, he didn’t make you as happy as you desired to. You did listen, but to what you didn’t have to. Regardless of what I’ve been through, I wanted to make you forget by having you listen, not what I had to say. But what it wanted to tell you.

It was telling you a lot of beautiful things in just one sentence that it would make you lose focus of what the main aim was. That aim was to make you feel again, make you feel it. Without hesitation, my heart felt it, but yours didn’t because your heart wouldn’t listen to what mine had to say. And it still has to say it. But now it just thinks about it and doesn’t yell to the world because it’s scared. It’s scared to just be broken into pieces like that time when your lips mouthed the words.... “I Don’t Feel The Same”, in other words. Those other words made it fall deep down where it wouldn’t be found. And now, I can’t help it. I try to get it back but it just won’t float again if it doesn’t hear, “I Love You” coming out your mouth. Again, why didn’t you listen to it? I have the answer. But the answer doesn’t help at all. And that’s the reason why it’s not going to be fixed. It’s not, if you don’t listen to it.

What Truly Makes Me Laugh By Anonymous

There aren’t many things that make me laugh I would say that I giggle taking bubble baths

But that’s really not that funny

I never laughed so hard where my nose got runny I don't even laugh at memes

They might be relatable but I don’t get the themes I do laugh with friends

With them, the joy never ends

But to find one thing that makes me laugh is impossible Even improbable

But what truly makes me laugh Will still be a question

There is an answer

But for now, it is hidden

More Valuable Than Everyone Else Thinks: A nonfiction reflection

Individualism

A lesson that I am beginning to learn and apply to my life is the idea of living for yourself. I think, before this quarantine I was really looking at the things the wrong way. As I began to understand myself and grasp onto my identity, I realized that other people's opinions often influence my actions. For example, what I chose to post online, what I said in group settings, and even what I wanted to wear. This realization didn’t sit with me well at all and I immediately noted in my mind to start doing stuff, because I wanted to do it and to check myself if I ever let someone else influence my actions. Now I am MUCH better at just doing stuff for me and not focused on what other people think as all. And so, I think that living for yourself and being an individual no matter what is so valuable, especially in today’s current climate. We as humans have our every move recorded and reviewed, and due to social media and society, we feel as if we need people’s approval for validation. Which is not true at all. Once I saw the bigger picture and focused on myself and my craft, everything in my life just feels better. I am now working on myself and working to accomplish all of my goals. I don’t think I would have come this far, if I hadn’t started practicing individualism. We all need to worry about ourselves, because when you really think about it we are all we have.

Something I’ve always wanted to do but was too scared: A journal entry.

I’ve always wanted to just be myself. And I think that the people who were in my life were hindering me from doing so. I noticed that before, I wouldn’t speak out against anything I disagreed with or would step out of my comfort zone, because I didn’t want anyone to think differently of me. Now I’m liking the idea of being different. I really don’t know why I was so subconsciously scared. I guess I’ve always wanted to fit in, and that’s really wack now. I’m really starting to get over my fears of being different and understand that being unique is great. In every single educational space I’ve been put into, I was always the odd one out no matter what and it really bothered me that people would always see me as different. However, now I’m seeing I am different for a reason. I was meant to stand out. A lot of my identity and personality are based on my experiences and perspective, so the fact that I am always the one standing out in many different types of settings means that there aren’t that many people, who have gone through what I went though or even think like me. And, I think that is a major strength and bonus for me. I think now, in the social media era, we are taught there is only one way to do something or one way to be someone and that is wholeheartedly false. We need to start practicing being comfortable in our own skin and understanding that there is no one else like ourselves. With this new mindset in place, I really think that I’m gonna start coming correct and stop disrespecting myself and my identity. I am me for a reason and no one can take that away from me. So, to the past me who was scared of being herself and being different I say don’t worry girl, it will all make sense soon.