Veggie Tale

Tomatoes said she'd been wanting to upgrade Peanut's cell. For several months now, she has been nagging Cucumbers to buy a Black Berry. Cucumber, having bought a Black Berry, will then pass his old cell onto Peanut which, according to Tomatoes, has a lot of cool accessories and other widgets.

Tomatoes accused Peanut of apathy towards her efforts to have her cell upgraded when Peanut said, "I don't want Cucumber's cell." She expected Peanut to be grateful of her efforts and embrace with enthusiasm what has been given to her.

Peanut's rejection made Tomatoes really sad because for the longest time, she pitied Peanuts for possessing an old cheap cell of 1 year.

Peanut, on the other hand was upset because Tomatoes never asked her for her own opinions which are:

1. Cucumber's cell is plain ugly.
2. Peanut doesn't care much for games or other widgets in a cell.
3. Peanut likes her current cell and she doesn't want to part with it.

Tomatoes just wants to be like her veggie friends and their spouses who has a pairing Black Berry. She wanted to copy them and be like them in the same way but she couldn't get Cucumbers to buy a new Black Berry unless she has a valid reason. Her reason was that Peanut has been using a cheap old cell.  It never crossed Tomatoes' mind that it makes no difference if Cucumbers gives Peanut his old cell because it's older than hers.

It puzzled Peanut so much, she couldn't sleep.

Why does Tomatoes have to pretend that she's pushing Cucumber to buy a Black Berry for my sake?

Peanut wondered.

Why does she need to hide her monomania behind good intentions?

If she really pitied me, then why didn't she just buy me a new cell instead of passing on an old, ugly one that I never wanted?

She grabs her pillow and grips on it, hard.

I want to grab a tomato and throw it at a wall.



The end.

Waking Up

Waking Up

Waking up to see you near,
sleeping quietly,
peeves me dear and when you stir
I’d freeze, stay still and be;
breathing in the morning cheer
that early sun rise bring.
Then giggling with a knowing grin
that you will smile for me.

Curtains dance with singing wind
that passes through our window;
single birds glance by our bed
room, curious as the widows
next door . . .

Waking up to see you near,
sleeping quietly,
tickles me that when you stir
I’d hug you, silently.
Caressing you with all my heart
each morning that I rise,
I’d whisper words of hope and love
to keep you by my side.

Bells and cymbals all around
would ring into the sky,
petals flutter in the spring air -
white doves takes a lover’s dive
outdoor . . .

Waking up to see you here,
sleeping quietly,
please me dear that when you stir
I’d kiss you slow and sweet.

To Urban Blight

In my mind and heart

wings of gold take flight

and from outstretched hands

there stream beams of light . . .

From the sky I dive

without a doubt to urban blight;

ever knowing that you'll come 

tonight. 

All day 

in the sun I laze

visions glide like dials in the sky

Little drops
between my eyelashes sparkle
like flakes of pure white snow. 

And empyrean dusts they make

shapes of horses and of him

whom I've yearned and longed

for many years . . . 

And the stars they twinkle so

and the moons they circle more

while the comets zoom and speed

and in frenzy meteors freeze

In my mind and heart

voices whisper raptures, too

from my lips they part

the words "I love you . . . "

From the sky I dive

without a doubt to urban blight;

ever knowing that you'll come 

tonight.