Since mere sentences cannot describe the epicness of Avatar, I wrote a free form verse about the my favorite cartoon:

As I look out at the dripping rain,
I'll remember all the grief
Of waiting for the fill of life
To bury my sorrows in laughter.

A quarter of a score ago
Two geniuses had a dream, an image,
An epic story, a beautiful fairytale
That'll bring a tear to an eye.

Years have came and past,
And the dream has grown.
As the journey ends, I sit
With a heavy heart and peace of mind.

That will be it. All will be done.
Our story that has become life
Will end happily ever after.
But I tremble with that thought.

We've been through so much
With good and crushing days.
I'm happy things are closing
But I'm not sure how to feel.

Avatar wasn't a TV show,
It was inspiration.
It gave me hope, it gave me wisdom.
How could I forget the deed?

I'm sad to know that
We will soon part our ways,
But I understand life goes on.
And no one is ever really gone.

The sun is set and to close the day
I will leave with this tidbit of info:
I love you all so dearly
And no one shall be forgotten.

I'm not really into poetry, although I'll write it if I'm motivated. It takes even more motivation to get me to rhyme. But I will be working on an even better poem once I see the finale and work on my flow. As you can see, my poem is far from professional.

What is your favorite type of poetry?

Is it just me, or are the forums acting strange?

Anyway, today is a short blog. Just some news: yesterday was North Carolina's and Indiana's primary (which Obama won NC and Clinton won Indiana). The Democratic race really is getting close. Who will win?

Normally, I'm not good at soccer (football). I prefer lacrosse, or speedball. However, in PE, we have to practice this sport I'm not good at. Which sucks.

Today, we practiced shooting goals. It wasn't actually a goal, but a bunch of blue mats nailed to the wall. My class had to target the lower corners. That's usually a tough skill for those who are in the habit of shooting at the goalie's head. But that is one of the worst ways to shoot a goal.

Anyway, the goalie started to taunt me. It was annoying, but I tried to ignore it. I got the goal. I walked away with an air of "Ownt!" in my stride. I'm a force to be reckoned with!

Well, I probably bored most people away, so anyone who was able to trudge through that essay recieves something special.

Plus, muffins are good.