He liked to dance and play in clouds and grass

Not Mary but still Popping to the beach

Where he can watch the waves ebb and go pass.

“I won’t ever get old, I’m way too niche.”

So youthful still, never did his neck turn

And see that those persons were not their worth.

The boy applied aloe to those sunburns

And made some friends that don’t need the rich surf.

But he was farsighted, refused to change

His mind on where his heart had to belong

But through a tear he saw open exchange

With lots of people singing twelve theme songs

A powerful species with hand in hand

The boy goes back and lies in different sand

 

 

 

 

 

Late in the 1500’s there was a prince, Marcus. Marcus was only in his late teens and was the most beautiful man in all the villages. All the girls and boys rushed to Marcus every time he was churning butter. Evidently, Marcus had many affairs with these boys and girls but they would never stay and be his partner. This did not seem to faze Marcus and he kept churning his butter whilst looking for a life partner. However, while mowing his lawn with the family scythe it occurred to him that he must have a terribly boring personality.  Marcus looked within but could not find anything remarkable, and logically sought out help from the family sow. Oh what a sow she is, thought Marcus. Like her trough, she feeds of life and is always in control. Marcus, despite being so beautiful and mindful, was not able to find love that day. But he started looking closer at people and paying attention to detail. Days turned to months which turned to years and soon, he saw so much beauty in everything that he became too indecisive and instead of leaving with people by the butter churner, he only every watched and admired from afar.

When people gaze unto the IG photo of me and my friend at Six Flags, they will probably think that it is just two people having a fun time during summer. They will two people, who were likely to be friends right from the start, act like they shoes are phones while on a fast roller coaster.  They will see our attempt at stoic expressions and our tense neck as we feel the increasing force on our backs. They will see the people behind us having a great time on a day trip. They will see the cheesy editing on the photo  that ended up costing us ten dollars. They will feel a mood of happiness and of “oh, that mildly amusing”.

What they do not see are the twenty rides it took to get that photo. They wont see the McDonald’s smoothies that we got to reward ourselves for making the journey. They also won’t see how awful we felt going down the roller coaster with artificial smoothies in our stomachs. More importantly they wont that this friendship took years of me picking up new friends  and dropping those friends in only a couple of months. They won’t see how much I really do depend on my friend to keep me sane. They wont see that we were really calling each other with the shoes. That instead of just a gimmick it is really represents that even when times are hard and stressful, like on that roller coaster, we will always be there for each other, however cliché it might be.

Micro surprises keep the big surprise from dying

I reveal that in the essay, I’m magnifying,

Analyzing so the reader starts buying

the idea that the narrator has a voice inside her head

it’s conflicting with her dialogue and that begins to shed

light on how at first our protagonist started to dread

sharing a bed with the famous actor

And creates a surprise roller coaster of emotions

because his genuine nature starts to attract her.

The conclusion of the essay points to the notion

that a mini surprise can formalize the plot

which leads to a macro surprise of her not wanting him to leave despite what she thought

 

 

 

You walk into a room full of family that you have never met. You are exited yet nervous because three months ago you would have never imagined adding twenty new people to the family. Your father is getting married to a new woman who despite all of the cartoons and fairy tales, you actually like a lot. The day before the wedding you now have to meet all the new people that might replace current cousins and current aunts and uncles. when you enter the room you orbit around your sisters like a planet, because frankly, you trust them with making good impressions more than you trust yourself.

You find that you were assigned to sit next to two twins who seem nice enough. A few common interests and three Shirley temples later and your trio start to appear as triplets.  Soon you start to feel like you belong and all of the nerves vanish from your soul and a more extroverted personality comes to fruition. You start to smell smoke and come to a startling realization that your napkin next to the candle has gone up in flames. Frantically you throw your water on the inferno and say a cheesy punchline to the group. You’re rattled. Everyone starts laughing and you cannot help but notice that a group of people that have been predetermined to be family could not feel more like home.

The memory is a little deceiving. It conceals a time in your life where you were confused and suspicious. Suspicious that everyone around you will slowly disappear. Every connection you have made up to that point you believe to be the moon, barely fading into the distance, but leaving nonetheless. Your unfounded suspicions will take a hold of you for while a but at least your new family that you met that night never left you.

Thanks for joining me!

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton