POETICALLY MOUSE

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[poeticallymouse]

interlude #12.

hey, everyone!

okay, okay… sooooo… i know it has been a *very long time* since i’ve posted a poem, but i have been *extremely busy* with my personal life and college academics, so i have decided to put a hold on my poems until i go back home for my spring break.

another thing: i have started making a poetry book with all of my poems, as it has been my legit *dream* to make book ever since i was in elementary school (in fifth grade). it has been nine years since then. think about it: nine years. i am currently in my second year as a freshman in college. this book has been procrastinated and thought about for that long.

anyway, i just have a teeny tiny piece of my book done, which means i have thousands and thousands of poems to write. this may take a couple months and/or years, but once it’s done, i will *for sure* put an official and approved announcement out on here, letting you know that it is available to purchase. hopefully, it won’t take too long, but processing a book demands time that i don’t always have on hand. therefore, it may take years.

until then, i have another account for my music recommendations, which is @musicallymouse

that is where i post my utmost favorite and *highly* recommended songs, based off of my taste. i haven’t posted for a while, but i intend to get a post scheduled for tomorrow.

welp. i better sign off now. have a great day and night, everyone!

xoxo,

mouse.

[poeticallymouse]

quote of the day.

“people love gossip. it’s the biggest thing that keeps the entertainment industry going.”

— ellen degeneres

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gossip.

it is never good to overhear.

it sticks inside them, bringing out the tears.

parents may get worried.

and a teen may get buried.

once the teen says goodbye.

those rude people will never find a lie.

those people had made a “mistake.”

and they can’t do anything for the parents’ sake.

never start gossiping and hating.

because you will never know what you will be anticipating.

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quote of the day.

“as soon as we left the ground, i knew i, myself, had to fly.”

— amelia earhart

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freedom.

freedom isn’t everywhere.

sometimes, it’s a nightmare.

we can take pride in what we do.

sometimes, we can see it straight through.

here’s one situation:

we are all one nation.

this means that we are not war.

but rather, we are one of those who soar.

[poeticallymouse]

interlude #11.

hey, everyone!

i know that it has been a bit *too long* since i have posted a poem, so my dearest apologies on that. my fourth semester as a freshman college student has been easy-going, but my gaming habits have not.

this past weekend has been a tad bit rough, unfortunately. i might be getting my video game addiction back, which is a huge problem for me. therefore, i have decided to take today and turn it into a time to detox from all of my electronics and just focus on taking care of myself. this means that the poem, my quote of the day, and this interlude are all scheduled to be posted today.

just like the poem says, my hands definitely are almost always cracked and split open, which hurt *so* bad, so putting on lotion will be a big thing for me today.

anyway, that was my little interlude for today. i really don’t have much to say you all except to *please* take good care of yourselves. it is *crucially* important, especially during this time of the year! :)

xoxo,

mouse.

[poeticallymouse]

quote of the day.

“i always give myself sundays as a spiritual base of renewal—a day when i do absolutely nothing. i sit in my jammies or take a walk, and i allow myself time to BE—capital B-E—with myself.”

— oprah winfrey

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cracked hands.

every time i expose myself to the cold air.

my hands… painfully numb… they are no longer there.

they are cracked open and are bleeding a bright red.

it keeps spreading, like food dye on a piece of bread.

they are painful when i arrive back at my dorm.

all of a sudden, the tingly feelings swarm.

i put lotion on and it stung like fucking hell.

at least i have the good stuff, which has a sweet smell.

within minutes, my dry hands come back to haunt me.

the blood brings back its revenge to where i can see.

my mom thinks i have some condition or syndrome…

oh, goodness gracious! why can’t i just be at home?

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quote of the day.

“look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better.”

— albert einstein

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coco.

the cold wind blows my hair all around.

the birds tweet and make beautiful sounds.

the air is cold, my nose is frozen.

my heart for nature is still open.

my eyes go to a deer in the woods.

she comes closer, leaning on my hood.

i reached out to pet her and she stayed.

she had been hurt, so she needed aid.

she was a tired, cold baby deer.

who took a chance on me with no fear.

i reached into my bag for some food.

she saw my biscuit, and she was glued.

she let me pet her while she ate.

this happened for twenty-six days straight.

“i made best friends with a deer!” i’ll say.

people will look at me and won’t stay.

they won’t stay for my sweet, heartfelt photo.

but they see me with my deer named coco.

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interlude #10.

hey, everyone!

sooo… i *finally* arrived back in my dorm, safe and sound, and now it is currently *6:45 in the morning* as i am posting this.

i was never able to get up in the morning in the beginning of winter break, but i went to bed around 11pm last night! i am so proud of myself for that! i did get up occasionally, but i went straight to bed afterwards. :)

welp. all in all, i am so happy that i can *actually get sleep now*, and i am so proud of you all, sticking by my side and helping me along the way. thank you all so much!

xoxo,

mouse.

p.s. i will do my best to get in some poems, but it will probably be in the morning that i reel them out. 😅

[poeticallymouse]

interlude #9

hey, everyone!

to keep this informal, i’m so sorry that i’ve been *super inactive* these past few days! there has been a lot going on regarding loads of personal things going on in my life, including moving back to my dorm.

if it is possible, would someone go to the comments section of this post and comment how many days i have missed on poetry since my last poem post? if so, that would be awesome! :)

anyway, thank you all (once again!) for bearing with me during this time! i will definitely try my best to be back to writing and planning out my poetry, hopefully, by the time Monday rolls around!

xoxo,

mouse.

[poeticallymouse]

interlude #8.

hey, everyone!

so, there might not be a poem today, as i am working on packing up at my house to head back to my college dorm. It is a long ways away from my house, so i will be decently busy for the next few days. i am so sorry for not getting one in today and i hope you all understand!

xoxo,

mouse.

[poeticallymouse]

quote of the day.

“Nothing’s perfect, the world’s not perfect. But it’s there for us, trying the best it can; that’s what makes it so damn beautiful.”

— Hiromu Arakawa, Fullmetal Alchemist, Vol. 1

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a work of art

“this,” i said, “is the color we need.”

while painting a canvas and smoking some weed.

this goes on during the day and night.

sometimes, it can be in the early morning light.

maybe a portrait is someone’s fate.

or a pretty landscape is someone else’s mate.

you have to have a beautiful shade.

and many abundant textures and sunset fades.

currently, i am painting a shaft.

to keep myself from stopping this wonderful craft.

make sure to keep your brushstrokes even.

make sure you know that nothing is left uneven.

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quote of the day.

“The secret of a long life is you try not to shorten it.”

— Nobody, My Name is Nobody (a 1973 movie)

[poeticallymouse]

our piano.

the piano was played by you that night.

we met there and i knew you were alright.

your fingers were on the black and white keys.

they moved along the keys with graceful ease.

i looked at your expression, which was soft.

the mood in the room, heartfelt and aloft.

you filled it with instrumental passion.

the room was then complete and refashioned.

i smiled when i was there next to you.

i did not know what i would get into.

you invited me to your friend’s cool place.

i said yes and completely changed my pace.

i knew from that moment we were good friends.

you got me hooked onto a good show then.

you were not afraid of who i was then.

you did not mind when i pushed you again.

you helped me get my life together there.

you told me you wanted to help and care.

i am so thankful for that special night.

that was our piano in my sight.