She cries because she cannot die,

A carefree life, they deny,

They trick and deceive with basic lies,

They think it passes her young eyes.

Upon the throne, they set her there,

To satisfy greed, to take their share,

To place on her more than one could bear,

To abandon her, without a care.

In total darkness, yet she can see,

The scheme, the lock, and the key,

She grows and knows why! She must be-

Ah! More pain, and now she’s three…

She balls up her tiny fists,

To burn it all down! The wish.

If she weren’t chained down, resist!

Oh, this Immortal Jellyfish.

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Off chance, I learned about Immortal Jellyfish about 9 minutes ago. It was a very brief explanation, but it inspired this short poem. Imagine there was only one Immortal Jellyfish left, and she was made the Queen of the Deep Sea. Not of her own volition, but because the other sea denizens drafted a decree. She was all alone, they said her comfort was a guarantee. She hadn’t the foresight, their wicked plots, she couldn’t see. But if she had known what her life would be like now, she surely wouldn’t have agreed…

Essentially, Immortal Jellyfish don’t "die". When they reach the end of their lifespan, they age backwards until there are back in their infancy and simply restart their life cycle. There is one way to cause this prematurely though, to inflict physical harm/stress upon the jellyfish. It seems that I took that part and ran with it.

"what now?"

"Why are you asking me that?"

"I just thought-"

"You thought what?! Oh. this girl that was arranged to be married to me and barely got to get off of the carriage before being abandoned in this seemingly war-torn country would know what to do when faced with famine, destruction, sickness, and disaster?!"

"no..."

"then what!?"

"I saw you die. Then I was killed after you. Maybe your eyes were closed, or the curtain obstructed your view but we're not on Earth anymore. You got here first, and I am highly confused. So again I ask, what now?"

"..."

Protector

Stepping to glory,

Your great expanse nourishes,

Protect the beauty.

Foliage

The richest of greens,

Soft yellows and oranges,

Burn me with your red.

New Start

Oh sweet leaves of trees,

As you fall all around me,

This is my new start.

Understated

I fall here confused,

Without the sweet sugar of you,

If only I knew.

One, knee to their face,

Two, now swiftly run away,

Three, laugh it’s okay!

Fin.

I find myself to be... uncertain. Full of questions, full of plausible answers, full of rebuttals, but mostly... uncertain. If forced, I can make decisions and at times I believe that I know what I want, yet everyday or should I say daily am I tormented by this feeling of dread brought on by my... uncertainty. In everything that I do, every decision that I make, every thought that I hold, and wish that I dream, I am unsure and insecure, doubtful and dubious, unsettled and hesitant. I am... uncertain. The punctuation at the ends of my sentences would not exist(,) if only the rules that made it necessary did not either. How glorious would that be? Can't say. My life follows the curve, line and dot that are the question mark.

Is it wrong to be uncertain, would the world not be a better place if we all knew our limits? Knew that we did not know? Started with the certainty that we are all full of uncertainty and worked from there. i. don't. know.

Why are there tears brimming? Rather than fear of the unknown, is it sadness, or might it be... misinterpreted jubilation? I know not.

As I hover over the "submit an entry" button, I feel... uncertain about posting this. But I must, close my eyes and take the plunge. ... ... ...

or must I?

I am... u n c e r t a i n

I work in Walgreens, 

It's just as bad as it sounds, 

Not as bad as it seems, 

Everyday I have to do rounds, 

And I only end up straightening out creams. 

Something that baffles me, 

I'm sure it'll seem strange to you, 

I got into work, you see

And no one recognizes me because I've changed my hairdo. 

I'm the youngest worker, 

And the shortest one there, 

I'm always in my corner, 

Yet my boss is looking for me elsewhere.

Do you only remember my hair?

After I've done all this work?

Not that I really care, 

But it sort of hurts.

If they don't remember my face, 

Then could I, should the opportunity occur,

Put my hair in plaits, 

Walk in and say, "Hey, I'm your new coworker"?

I used to be the most coveted tree of them all, 

Because so quickly would I grow tall.

My blooms a gorgeous purple hue, 

And yet I lost to you.

So small and insignificant, 

Yet this praise made you overconfident.

I loved myself and the people did too, 

But somehow I still lost to you.

Is it a crime to thrive?

Was it bad that I tried my best to survive?

I kill others in the process it's true, 

Another reason I lost to you.

If weakness surrounds me, why is it bad to destroy it?

In this world, I survived because I was fit.

The scientists brought out information that was new, 

That aided in my loss to you.

Are you happy that you saw Paulownia fall?

The Princess and Empress of trees and all?

That I was exposed in full view, 

And somehow lost to you?

But I am a tree, 

If I lose I do so royally, 

Though I lost my spot to you, 

I stood my ground and did not move.

We share common goals,

Their character attracts me,

Don't mind if I do.

They're food for my soul

Without them I am not whole,

They create my smile.

They had landed in Lagos, Nigeria.

"It's so civilized!" They exclaimed.

Well seeing as how it's a civilization, I'd hope so.

"Is this truly Africa?"

I would sincerely hope that you'd know where you've spent the last 22 hours trying to get to(Forget the fact that you bypassed the country, but rather questioned whether or not we were in the right continent. What would you do if I said 'Ah! You know what? I accidentally brought you to the United Arab Emirates. Sorry about that!). But for good measure, I'll just say "Yes."

"Wow! It's unbelievable."

Well believe it, you'll be here for the next ten days.

"But there's an actual house here, and... it's so beautiful, how did this happen?!?"

Okay, I'm starting to question their intelligence. "Well you see, there's this thing called building. We acquired the necessary materials, supplied the budget and hired workers. Add that to the beauty of nature and voila~ Crazy, no? 

"Wow. But where are the teepee's?"

"Teepee's didn't originate in Nigeria." The real question is, if you didn't see any teepee's during the 6 hour road trip we just took, why ask me now? Either way, "I don't know."

"I'm sorry, we didn't mean to offend you. It's just all so new."

"No, I'm not offended." Just try to limit the straight ignorance coming out of your mouth.

"So, can you speak African?"

Here we go.

I'd like to point that this is a true story and don't worry, I've gave them a good (mental) tongue lashing after that last question .... and then calmly said "no."

I thought that it was a prank. You see, my friends are reallllly extra sometimes. I thought that one of them was finally starting up a YouTube channel for the first time and really wanted to make a sick first video that would make it viral. Sadly, no one had the budget for that. Instead, this is apparently real. Uh, I'm just going to try and stay in this state of denial. You see this is what happens when peeps start getting too crafty. Like, who thought that it would be funny to just start a zombie apocalypse? What type of nonsense? Probably one of those mad scientists in hiding did all this. This is what happens when we try to go beyond ourselves. We were so interested in surpassing death that we got this. Are y'all happy now. I mean I'm not going to do anything. I like sports but I ain't no ninja, I've resigned myself. Enough people dies thinking that this was a game where you just had to hit them in the head to be done with it. Some peeps thought that this was Attack on Titan and tried slashing them in the back of neck. I mean like if you could kill them.... then they wouldn't really be called undead. I don't know, I was never into the whole Zombie Apocalypse fantasy delirium that so many people nowadays were and are in. I stuck to my comedy manga and the seminar books forced on to me by my professors. I wonder who I think I'm talking to? Like who is going to have the luxury to read this at any point of time. I'm really just not in the mood for all this. At this point, not enough people know about the apocalypse starting, but me living in NYC and all, of course we found out first. Ugh. I feel like I don't want to deal with this but I don't know what else to do. I don't believe in suicide, it's too much effort to run. I bet you these things can fly. Wait, I bet that this is just an airborne medical disease...wait what if this is just a new form of rabies. I'm going to be so mad if this is just rabies. Well.... at least I don't have to worry about finals. Seeing as this is the first day, maybe.... I should see about provisions and shelter. I don't know what these people can do. Wait, why have I been writing grammatically? I'm not getting graded. Alright, time to through grammar and punctuation out the window im gonna rit n runonwordsnowhahathisiskindafunbutmaybishudspendmytimemorbetterly

i really don't have time for this

if i die gettin ready for this

imma leave this paper right here

can you just find out why squareular isn't a word?

there's rectangular, circular, triangular

like the main three are strutting their -ular's why not square?

k bye~~~~

also id recommend to whoever reads this noting the differences between fictional zombies and whatever the hell we have now

that'd be good, 

anyway im gonna go now

i need some lunch

and safety

and ....

yah

bye~~~~~~~~