Friday, December 30, 2016

Nawin

Daddy I love u, ur the best

If someone wanted to test my love for you, I can't take a test

I love your rough mustache

Ur bald shiny head, too

But what I really must say

Is that I really really love you!

I love your hoarse laugh!

The warmth that u hold

Ur long long lectures

That seems extremely bold!

But underneath that buff face

Is a heart made of gold! ❤




- Manushree Navaneethakrishnan

Wednesday, November 2, 2016

Poo

Poo! Oh poo!!

Your brown color completes you

You can be used as humor or disgust 

Go ahead and lol if you really must

U are my favorite emoji

I'm really obsessed with u, can't u see?

Ur funny little smile is what I love

Ur craziness, has shaped what I have become of!

It's weird that I make such a poem for a poo!

But it's worth it, it really is, because I'm crazy for you!




- Manushree Navaneethakrishnan

Hope

The story you are about to read, is fake. So fake, yet the story seems true, because it's so touching. Enjoy, and remember: There is a different flower everywhere in the world!

It was just a normal day. At least for Melody, it was. Usual routine. She got out of bed. Brushed her teeth, which was precisely flavoured like Cumin. It stung, but those germs were gone before she knew it! Next week, she would buy a new tooth brush. The colour had to be hazel brown. No electric though. The vibration damaged her sensitive gums. Next, she put on her clothes lied on top of her dresser. From Sunday to Monday, all lined up. Next, she put on her shoes, which sat on the side of her bed. Laces tied at a 45 degree angle. She ran down the stairs, and plopped right on to a seat at the dining table.

Her mother lied down a plate in front of her. The plate contained cubes of tofu, lettuce greens and a glass of orange juice, freshly squeezed 2/3 of the glass.. For dessert, a granola parfait with prunes and dark chocolate. Then, she grabbed her back pack that held  her water bottle, with full nutrients. Tucked in her left pocket , at all times. She went into the bus, and sat at her usual seat. Seat number 16 was the cleanest seat on the bus. The seat was covered in artificial leather. The colour was brown. This was the seat where Melody sat.

One day, the seat was crooked. Melody fixed it with her biodegradable screwdriver. Melody had even installed a ID detector. Only her fingerprint passed. Sometimes the bus boys would put their muddy fingerprints on it. This raged Melody. She would wipe it down with glass cleaner. Each day, she spritzed on 2 sprays of glass cleaner. But, nobody sat with her. Her name would be called Precise Pants.. The name would suit her perfectly! She only wore shirts with no design. And it had to be dull colors. Her school didn't require uniform, but she would always send endless letters, requesting it. She kept a journal to write down all the things she saw was wrong. Uneven jeans, crooked glasses, and even gummy candies! She didn't like how they were squishy. Everything had to be solid for her.

She passed a sign that read : Need help? Call 1-800-223-8765. We are sure to help you with your car insurance. Cars n' stuff has your back! The sign made her groan! After a long trip, the bus arrived at school.  Melody got down.

She walked to school, ready for a long day...

(Clifhanger) .....to be continued.