The day when shit hit the fan (poem/song lyrics)

When Shit Hits The Fan

When shit hit the fan, I was already ill

When shit hit the fan, I had no will.

When shit hit the fan, my head was a mess.

When shit hit the fan, I was under so much stress.

When shit hit the fan, I had no motivation.

When shit hit the fan, I asked myself, "Why am I even here? Where is here?" 

When shit hit the fan, I felt like nothing and doing nothing.

When shit hit the fan, I was failing classes.

When shit hit the fan, I had so much to do.

When shit hit the fan, I was jealous of my friends because they had all their shit.

Poem or song lyrics

I hope to make music someday. This can be the lyrics. I wrote more but I will post more later.


If I Was A Flea

By Namyun Kim

No one likes me.

I am like a disgusting tiny flea

I am a pest.

I am a waste.

Here only to be eaten by spiders.

That hides behind those flyers

Live only to die.

I want to cry.

Bugs don’t have tear glands.

They don’t even have friends.

Is this my purpose?

Being lonely and worthless?

I annoy the hell out of everyone.

I am no fun.

Shoooed me away without a hello.

I ran and hid under a cello.

Every night I wish I wasn’t born a bug.

I look at those kids with envying eyes.

I hear the other bugs cries,

As they are stomped on.

The grass on the lawn.

The Thing At The End Of The Hall

The dark abyss of the hallway consumed all the light coming from the flashlight I held in my trembling hands. I steadied my hands. The moist cold air filled my lungs as I took a deep breath. It made me cough and I spat on the ground. I knew I couldn't stop now. I had come this far. I shuffled down the wet tile floors; pointing the flashlight in front of me like a gun. I wish I had a gun but  the department doesn't hand out guns to everyone. Especially interns like me. I can hear my supervisor's wails and screams down the hall way. He sounded very far away yet I felt the uneasy presence. What the hell was going on? I knew I wasn't allowed to be in this section of the building but I had to find out what took my my supervisor and save him.

All of a sudden his screaming stopped. The air was silent. I felt a chill run down my spin. About a hundred meters down the long hallway, I can make out a figure laying on the ground motionless. 

"Henry? Is that you? Are you alright?" I shouted. I didn't expect an answer. I already knew he was gone. 

A human like shadow appeared down the hallway. It looked like a human but its limbs, head, and hands looked disproportionate for its large size. It moved awkwardly as if it was stiff. It dragged its long arms behind it. It slowly headed towards me and i can hear it groweling. I lost it then. I bolted from the direction I came from. It didn't talk long for me to reach the steel doors. I quickly turned the hatch handle and opened the door. I ran in and shut it behind me and locked it. The monster started to bang on the steel door . It must have been right behind me. I just made it. That's when I noticed that I had peed my pants. 

Poem About A Dead Baby Bird

https://happytrendy.bandcamp.com/album/die-young

Here are some great music. Sort of relates to the poem. Even if it doesn't they are beautiful songs. Please check them out!

Dead Bird

Poor bird.

He will never fly.

All he wanted was to fly.

He tried to fly too early

His feathers and wings  weren't developed yet.

He still wishes to fly. 

In bird heaven he flies.

High above the clouds.

The carcass lays on the hot summer sidewalk.

He cooks.

Yellow beak.

Peck at ants and worms.

Poor bird.

Adventures of David the Douch Bag: Episode 1

Episode I: Getting Ready For The Fucking Day
It is a beautiful day in the medium sized town David lives. It is called Cow Vill. He is woken up by the sun shining on his face. He struggles to roll over in his king size bed. The folds around his stomach makes it hard for him to move around. He coughed violently; wheezing and panting as he spit on the bed sheets. He then blew his nose on his bed sheets. He reached for his hand mirror on the side table. He looked at his grease and sweat covered face. He popped some pimples and rubbed the pus on his bed sheets. He rolled off the bed and waddled over to his giant closet. He threw on some expensive cloths on. He waddled down the stairs and demanded his breakfast to his servants. He grabbed his whip and started whipping everyone in sight. The slaves and servants screamed and ran around the house. David laughed like crazy and grabbed one of the servants.
"Where is my breakfast?" he demanded.
"They are cooking it right now, sir!" squeaked the servant.
"How dare you speak to me? You are now demoted to a SALVE!" said David.
David stomped around the house screaming and whipping servants and slaves. David's mom approached him.
"David, please use indoor voices," she said. "And get ready for school. You are gonna miss the bus again."
David went back upstairs to retrieve his school sack. He then went outside to the bus stop to wait for the school bus to pick him up. When it arrived he squeezed in through the narrow doors and sat down in the back of the bus. As the bus inched its way to school, David felt the need to bully someone. His nostrils flared as he looked around the bus. There was a bucket of cockroaches in the corner. It was some kid's science project. David picked up a book from his book bag and threw it at the bucket of cockroaches. It knocked over and cockroaches spilled everywhere. They scattered and spread like wild fire. They crawled all over the seats and people. Everyone screamed and went wild. David laughed as the cockroaches bit the girl next to him. The cockroaches even went on the bus driver. The bus driver panicked and lost control of the school bus. The school bus plowed into bunch of school children.

Space Adventures! -Episode I planet of shrooms part 2

Back on board the Star Hooper, the crew fuels up the flame throwers on the fighter class space/air craft. This aircraft carries 4 flame throwers and 2 napalm bombs. It has a crew of 2 people.  These units are used to scorch and burn vegetation on planets. They will make a good place for the landing crafts to land and burn anything in its path into ashes, weather its native aliens living on the planet or mushrooms. Four of these are enough to take care of the patch of mushrooms discovered by the drones. After their flame throwers are fueled, they are launched into the orbit of the strange planet. The drones send out an signal to let them know where they are. Within minutes, the four space crafts reach the mushrooms. As soon as they do, they unleash the fury of fire. Flame spews out of the long barrels setting the mushrooms on fire. The mushroom heads ignite. The mushroom heads burn like paper. The body of the mushrooms take longer to burn but are no match for the advanced technology. The flame thrower air crafts make multiple trips around the patch of mushrooms, burning most of the mushrooms. They crumble as little figures pour out of them. The pilot realizes those are the native populations of the planet. . He radios in to the rest of the pilots and 2 of them follows the running natives while the other 2 keeps burning the giant mushrooms. The 2 flame throwing aircraft that are following the natives swoops closer to the ground. The pilots can see the faces of the terrified humanoid creatures. Without hesitation, the pilot sets them on fire which makes them run faster. He gets most of them but some of them escapes to the big rocks beyond the mushrooms. There are many caves. The flames have no effect on the rocks. The two aircraft continue to burn other aliens running to the rock caves. More start pouring out and running away to the caves. there are multiple groups of humanoid aliens running away. By this time, the drones join in on the fight. The drones are each equipped with 12mm miniguns and grenade launchers. They are being controlled by the engineers back on the Star Hopper. The video is displayed on the bridge/command center of Star Hopper. The crew on the bridge cheers. Some even sing in joy and pride. 

The captain gives out order for the landing crafts to be loaded with soldiers. The space marines gear up for land invasion and clearance. They put their heavy backpacks on, gas masks, combat knifes, secondary and primary weapons. Some carry flame throwers. Most of them carry Pulse Rifles. Pulse Rifles are standard issued rifles of the Marines and Navy. Two battalions load up on the landing crafts. Three in total. Each landing craft has a crew of 5 people. Two pilots and three gunners. The landing craft has one turret with a laser and two side lasers. 

So far, there is no resistance by the native inhabitants of the planet. They are not even sure if they have an organized government. The landing crafts slowly reach the burning mushrooms because the flame thrower air crafts are not done burning the mushrooms. Black smoke rises and can be seen for miles. 

Stuck Underground! Part 2

 He left the machine behind though. I asked him about it.
"That's not important right now," he said. He gave me his water canteen and some stale bread from his backpack. I could see bright lights coming from the end of the tunnel. As we got closer to the tunnel I can make out other voices shouting. Finally we got to the end of the tunnel. As we crawled out I was greeted by 4 men. Two of them had hard hats on with headlights attached to them. They wore a vest with various tools attached to them. The other two were soldiers. Their uniforms tattered and dirty. The soldiers each held standard issued automatic rifles.
"Glad to see you are alive!" said one of the men in hard hats. "We were gonna leave you behind because we thought you were dead."
"Those reptilians will pay for what they did to our tunnels," said the other man in a hard hat.
"We gotta get out of here and meet up with the rest of the group," said one of the soldiers.
The tunnel had let out to a large room with lights hanging off the ceiling. The ceiling was held up by wooden pillars that seem to snap at any second. There were workbenches scattered around the room with various instruments. The room was dimly lit. None of the lights seemed to work. The only light was from the work light that was set up in a corner and the lights from the hard hats. One of the man in the hard hat was studying a map. "If we take this route," he said. "We can get to the main group faster. We need every second. They are only going to wait for us for 2 hours at most."
"Alright lets go," said the guy that was operating the drill. "By the way his name is Don." he said pointing to the guy with the map. "I am Bean. And the other guy over there," he said pointing to the other guy in the hard hat. "Is Hen. Those two soldiers are Privet Kelly and Lieutenant Spoon."
We headed towards the door to the far right of the room. The door was shut with a metal bar. Privet Kelly removed the bar with much effort and opened the doors. We went down the halls with many rooms. We reached the elevator that seemed too rusty and old to work. It made a horrendous screeching noise as it lifted us up to where ever.

All of a sudden, a large hand with freakishly long fingers and claws reached down from the elevator ceiling. It happened so fast. It grabbed Hen by the head and pulled him up into the dark abyss. Hen screamed as blood gushed down on us. The soldiers pointed their rifles at the ceiling and emptied their magazines. As they did so, more screams can be heard. It wasn't a human scream though. It sounded as if they were shooting at an elephant. Hen's mangled, lifeless body dropped down with a splat. Lieutenant  Spoon reloaded and shot a few more rounds into the darkness and the elevator continued to move up. Privet Kelly tried to reload but dropped his magazine in the puddle of blood. His hands shook as he picked it up. "Fuck! those reptilians! They are every where" he shouted.
"Did you get it?" asked Don.
"Yeah, but bastard got away," said Lieutenant Spoon as he examined the darker blood oozing from the ceiling. "We are gonna have to leave Hen's body behind. It will only slow us down."
I tried not to look at Hen's mangled body. His organs were spewing out of his open wound. His eyes were clawed. The smell was awful.