For anyone who has some free time, I wrote a short story and titled it "Untitled Masterpiece". This work is a personal narrative based off a dark experience in my lifetime when I had an epiphany. My writing is not much different than my poetry. Open to constructive criticism.
Untitled Masterpiece (Google Document)

Dear Respected Stalkers of Michangelina's Unverse,

The purpose of this post is to inform my audience that I am accepting questions via email, instant messaging, blog comments, or vis a vis. I will answer as many questions as possible on a regular basis from now on. The goal is to keep my blog alive instead of the ghost town it is.

My first question was unfortunately not a philosophical one. However, it was amusing:

MIND BOGGLING QUESTION:
"You have to choose between coffee, chocolate, and cheesecake. Which do you choose and why? The why needs to explain why the other stuff wasn't good enough, etc."

MIND BOGGLING ANSWER:
My friends know that I have five C's of happiness: caffeine/coffee, chocolate, cheesecake, Coldplay, and cats. These things make me happy and without them I wouldn't be on this planet. My friend made me decide between three of these items, all of which are food, and pick only one. This is a difficult decision but I have an answer.
First, let's discuss cheesecake. As delectable and rich of a pastry it is, it is rare and only for special occasions. I already acknowledge the fact that I am capable of surviving without cheesecake.
Secondly, coffee, as much as I respect its high content of caffeine there are other sources of caffeine: tea, energy drinks, juice, etc. I love green tea and drink it on a weekly basis. It is a healthier source than coffee and contains nearly the same amount of caffeine. So, I can eliminate coffee.
Thirdly, chocolate is my final answer because chocolate is unlike anything else in this world. Vanilla? How can vanilla compare? It can't. Hazelnut? No, it's not as bittersweet as the harvested cocoa beans. Chocolate has caffeine and is in many foods. Without chocolate in my life, I could not survive. Another confession of a chocoholic.

That is my answer for today. Please feel free to comment on my answer and/or ask a new question. Thank you.

Proof of Time's Arrow

How do we distinguish between fact and fiction?

I want the truth without the friction--

No such thing as absolute truth,

No presence of evidence or proof,

No memory of facts and data,

Philosophy’s delusion is tearing me apart--

Forgetting Descartes . . .

I want,

I need,

I sense,

My hierarchy of needs is reversed;

All incentive is dispersed.

To love illogically,

To enforce and regulate,

To believe what you are told,

Where does it all become narrow?

Traveling through time’s arrow--

"I hate this feeling. Like I'm here, but I'm not. Like someone cares. But they don't. Like I belong somewhere else, anywhere but here, and escape lies just past that snowy window, cool and crisp as the February air. I considered the streets beyond, bleak as the bleached bones of wilderness scaffolding my heart. Just a stone's throw away."
— Ellen Hopkins

True.

For quite some time now, I have lacked the inspiration to complete any poem writing. Out my window, it's drizzling. It's been raining for the past two days. It's unusual for a desert climate. I love the scent of rain-- It smells like the Earth: natural, blue and green. Maybe it'll pop up-- (When my journal isn't with me, of course). Haha.

Please compare.

This is a picture of a neural network in a human brain:



This is a picture of a cluster of galaxies taken by an x-ray telescope done by research in Harvard:



Question: Why are they connected so intricately?

I absolutely love foreign languages. I have studied three years of Spanish in high school. I remember my first year of Spanish being the easiest class ever. Then, Spanish II Honors became slightly more complicated but I had Senor Bidwell who taught us nothing but hilarious stories about his trips to Spain... and Spanish III Honors with Senora Donley was the most exhausting class I have ever taken. I decided not to take Spanish IV AP since the AP exam is impossible unless you are fluent. This year, I decided to take Chinese I because I plan on traveling to China over the course of this summer. However, I've yet to learn many things. As for other languages, I know a little bit of Latin, Japanese, and German. French has always been a big mystery to me... When Muse decided to write a song titled "I Belong to You/Mon Cœur S'ouvre à Ta Voix" I immediately fell in love with it. I found the translation online. It's beautiful. I want to learn French now. In college, I'll probably continue to take a foreign language as an elective because I think it's interesting. They say you only need two credits of a foreign language for most college applications, I have four! It's fun for me.

Mon Cœur S'ouvre à Ta Voix (My Heart Opens to the Sound of Your Voice)

Ah! Réponds, (Ah! Respond to my tenderness!)
Réponds à ma tendresse (Respond to my tenderness!)
Verse-moi, verse-moi l'ivresse! (Pour out to me, pour out to me the euphoria!)
Réponds à ma tendresse! (Respond to my tenderness!)
Réponds à ma tendresse! (Respond to my tenderness!)
Ah! Verse-moi l'ivresse! (Ah! Pour out to me the euphoria!)

This poem I wrote today was inspired by a forest fire of creativity. I wrote it with rhyming couplets that have no particular style. This is also inspired to a specific insomniac I know. I only hope it brings him a peace of mind. :)

"Truth or Dare" is the only game in the world that keeps female adolescents up until two in the morning. The scariest part is I don't remember much of anything. All I know is that our brains became exhausted and we couldn't exert enough energy to do any dares. So we all started to play truth. I am not sure if any of us lied. I'm sure a few of us did. Overall, I don't feel like I revealed anything. I just know I am tired.

I look gangster today wearing a large Pirates of the Caribbean hoodie. It's warm and makes me very happy. The weather out today is freezing. It's going to be as low as 38 degrees today. I feel like I'm scamming my own blog by not writing anything worthwhile. I am trying to poke my creativity from it's deep slumber. I keep getting an error message.

Alas, a new poem.
I had a tremendous amount of difficulty with this poem. The problem is the style it's written in: a sonnet with ten lines, in iambic pentameter, "AB" rhyming scheme, mild alliteration, and scientific metaphors... My desire to write such a complex poem turned out to be very limited and the message did not get entirely across. I plan on rewriting it as a free verse... which will probably be more interesting. Also, this poem was inspired by someone totally awesome. <3