#aprilfool

I have been very creative today.

Well, by the time I finish writing

and post this

it will be yesterday

and you will be reading this tomorrow.

Which means tomorrow is right now.

Weird to think about.

It is midnight now.

The night air feels amazing.

The night is lively.

People out and about

at the grocery store,

then the gas station.

I have felt alive today.

I didn't dash today,

in an effort to beat the heat.

I didn't just focus

on surviving.

I had food to eat.

I swam again.

My brother's dog jumped

into my parents pool.

He would wait until I went under water,

before he'd jump right on me.

Showered again.

Did laundry.

I feel like a person.

I just enjoyed the day.

I am not a burden on society.

The night air seems to

thicken once more,

as we reach twelve thirty.

I broke a sweat

while bringing in the groceries.

Ripley chirped happily

when she saw me.

She leaped onto the dresser

while I sat on the bed.

I saw her eyeing my exposed leg.

No.

I said, while shaking my head.

I cleared off a spot next to me

and pat it twice with my hand.

Jump here.

She opened her mouth

and closed it.

A silent meow.

I started to chat with my partner

and forgot all about

my wild girl,

until she jumped.

She landed on my bare leg,

extracting her claws

and digging them into my flesh.

Ow, fuck, dude why!?

She caught herself

as she nearly fell off.

I gently picked her up.

Held her up to face,

so I could look her in the eyes.

Baby, you have to watch your claws. They hurt. Why did you jump on me?

She stared at me with wide,

excitement filled eyes.

The tip of her tongue

sticking out of her mouth.

I missed you too.

Written by AprilFool 🐸

These scams are getting

out of hand.

Left tumblr and landed

straight in my texts.

A specialized offer

just for me.

For being such a devoted

user of tumbler.

(that is how they spelled it)

All I had to do,

to get twenty dollars off of something,

was to click on the totally

not suspicious link.

Like I was born yesterday.

Report and block.

It went from annoying and frustrating,

to concerning in the blink of an eye.

Looks like I have some work to do,

since they're texting my damn phone.

Get your hands off of my juicy juicy data.

Written by AprilFool 🐸

What is the difference?

Why am I anxious?

Why am I bothered

by the attention?

Why does my skin burn?

Why does this pit sit in my stomach?

Why is this different?

I can be vulnerable and free

on tumblr.

I have no worries about being me.

I feel no judgement nor worry;

people will either like what I wrote,

or won't.

That's okay.

I'll get the same comment

six different times

by six 'different' accounts

that says some variation of

"I also something to tell you but it has to be in private" or "do you like recieting poetry or fictional works? Our company pays you!"

That's annoying, but expected.

I report, block, and move on.

I feel safe on here (tumblr).

It's my own weird little corner

of the Internet.

I think youtube intimidates me.

I'm new; still looking for the

tiger in the grass.

If I let my guard down,

they might attack.

I see how many eyes are on me.

It's a weird thing.

Not many compared to others,

but many for me.

It's weird to see myself

on the screen.

It's weird to allow myself

to be seen.

I cannot control

what people think.

I cannot control

their opinions of me.

That means there should be

no worries.

I am still being me,

just outside my comfort zone.

It's a new platform to use.

I am still figuring out

what to do.

I am happy to say:

I am fond of editing.

I am fond of vlogging.

I am glad I tried something new,

I just have to push myself

to continue.

I am scared.

That's all the more reason

to do it, right?

Run towards that fear.

That unknown.

Learn as you go.

Figure it out.

Don't worry about how people

may or may not be.

Focus on the fun you're having.

Focus on the creativity.

I like to swim,

I don't have to be afraid

about going too deep.

Written by AprilFool 🐸

6/11/2026

Youtube channel is linked below, if you want to go take a look! Trying my hand at spreading my seeds on another platform.

I passed a lemonade stand yesterday.

A makeshift stand

in the side of their yard.

They had various

bottled beverages displayed,

along with a container of lemonade.

Three of them were out there;

they were maybe around ten.

They stood by the side of the road

while yelling:

"Lemonade! Buy some lemonade!"

I stopped at the stop sign right

next to them.

I awaited my turn to go,

and ignored their calls.

I had maybe six dollars to get started

and wanted to spend it on caffeine.

I pressed my foot to the gas,

when the little boy next to my car

widened his stance and said:

"PLEASE!"

In a deep voice, tone desperate.

I stepped on the breaks

and met his eye.

How much are you charging?

I asked.

"A dollar!"

All three said in unison.

I told them I would come back

after I stopped by my house.

I did.

I have a soft spot in my heart for kids.

I used to be an art instructor;

I miss it sometimes.

I admire their drive.

I gave them four quarters

and asked how business was.

Little man told me they made

over one hundred dollars.

Impressive, if true.

At least they made a profit,

doordaah left me dry.

They had one again today.

If they continue,

I'll be out of money.

Wait...

can you be out of something

you don't have?

Written by AprilFool 🐸

These last two days have been

over nintety degrees.

I attempted to dash yesterday.

My seats are carpeted

and the ac is busted.

I had all of the windows opened.

The air was hot and thick.

My hair stuck to my face instantly.

I booted up doordash.

The weather was miserable

but I still needed to make money.

I waited patiently.

Thirty minutes went by.

No offers came in.

My gas gage slowly declined.

An hour went by.

I continued to drive.

No offers came in.

An hour and a half went by.

No offers for I.

Gas gage on empty.

No money in my pockets;

none in my bank account.

I shut the car off and waited.

Two hours went by.

Cooked was I.

Panic crept into my chest.

Another text for help,

sent to mom and dad.

She instantly sent the money.

I thanked her profusely

and ended my dash.

No orders at all,

I finally got gas.

No prophet,

yet a lengthy dash.

Written by AprilFool 🐸

6/11/26

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Hello all! Check out my newest vlog on youtube if you like! The link is below. I talk about not getting any delivery offers, along with some other things I'll post soon in a poem! Thank you all for being here and for being you. I hope that you all had a wonderful day; I love you all.

Grogginess

Fogginess

I cannot breathe

Sweat dripping

Mouth dry

Thirsty as can be

The sun is beating

My skin is sticking

What will come of me?

I am in an oven

My hair is sticking to me

Someone turned the heat up by a hundred degrees

Let me breathe

Let me breathe

Let my breathe

Allow me to jump into the water

At least

If I am destined to be cooked

Let me be soup

Written by AprilFool 🐸

I am happiest in the water.

I have felt that way since childhood.

It has unfortunately been awhile

since I had last swam.

I walked up the steps of the

wooden deck that connects

to my parents above ground pool.

I look at the roof of the garage

and eye the green lawn chair.

I could easily climb up

and sit on the edge.

My inner child wants to read up there,

while her long legs dangle.

I dismiss the thought immediately.

Not only would Dad be upset,

but the shingles would scrape my exposed skin.

No need to scare him.

I set my towel down on the outdoor table, counted to three, and jumped

into the cool water.

The rush of water was welcome

on such a hot day.

I get to swim and float.

For my duration in the pool,

I get to be weightless.

I can backflip and front flip;

do things I can't do on land.

I get water in my ears

and go right back under

after I get it out.

I plop ass first onto a pool float-

(multiple times)

shrieking when i inevitably miss

or roll off of the side.

I plug my nose just like I did

when I was eight.

I rapidly swim back to the surface.

The pool isn't that deep,

but I am reminded that my lungs

are not as good as they used to be.

My brain momentarily panics

when I cannot breathe.

An out of shape smoker,

in love with the flow of the water.

I don't ever want to get out -

it can cradle me all day.

Jump in and splash about.

Do you want to play mermaids?

Written by AprilFool 🐸

The gods, or the elementals

as they like to call themselves,

are born from Cecilia;

the mother of earth.

She had a vision

of how she wanted the world to be.

She created the elementals

to make the planet habitable.

Their job had always been

to work together.

To coexist,

as humanity was meant

to coexist with each other.

Though, how can one easily

coexist when you have been

pitted against each other

from the start?

They were not all created equal,

with some having more

natural gifts than others.

Who has the most abilities

is an indication of who

is Cecilia's favorite.

They all have been named from mortals.

Only the gods themselves,

know of their true names.

While all of them can change form;

most have rules and limitations.

Stated to be the most important thing

a god could have.

There are many reasons

for such rules in place.

The world has flooded,

froze over, and burnt to a crisp.

A crossed god cannot

senselessly wipe out

the inhabitants of a whole world.

Cecilia is not happy

when her life's work

is taken over by someone else.

Even with that information,

we still do not know much about her.

She is the grand creator.

She has put the elementals in charge.

There has only ever been

one sighting of her.

A painting of her,

in her natural form.

No other form has been documented.

Written and painted by AprilFool 🐸