A Smile

A smile is a treasure

that brightens up your day

but never stolen;

for a smile is only worth its weight in gold

if it is given away.

Comparisons- Life to a Maze

Poem 1

Stay true to your path
Try not to stray
There will be blockages,
But don't panic-you'll find another way.

Life is like a maze
Where you can't turn back
With many twists and turns,
Just try to stay on track.

Poem 2

Come and see, come and see,

The Maze of Life's this way.
With its twisting paths
And its winding roads
Try not to be led astray. 

Hidden Items

The best place to hide something is a place where hardly anyone thinks about, but not so seclusive that people will be suspicious.

Also, the place had better be somewhere people don't go often.

Take fish, for example.

Now, since I was little, I always hated fish. Nevertheless, my father and mother still made me eat it. So, I hid my portion in a napkin and tossed it into the trash.

Sadly, Mother noticed that I had eaten my fish at an abnormally fast speed. So, she searched the trash can. And found the fish, wrapped neatly in a napkin.

Needless to say, I was punished severely. I will not go into strict detail about my punishment, but it was horrible. 

Anyway, I learned the hard way that I had to find a better place to hide my soon-to-be-disposed-of meals.

I started by putting the fish chunks under my pillow. But soon, when Mother was cleaning the bed, the smell of rotting fish made her suspicious. So naturally she checked under the pillow.

You probably know what is coming next. Yup, that's right, more punishment.

It made me think before hiding something. After searching the house, I found the perfect spot.

The study room closet, behind the fan. Since it was winter during our feud, Mother hardly checked the closet, much less behind the fan. During the summer months I'd hide it in a glove. When she retired to her bedroom I'd run to the garage and toss it into the big trash cans, the ones the garbage trucks get the garbage out of.

Lesson? The moderately obscure and moderately impossible place to hide something is usually the best place to hide it.

So, when you've got something to hide, hide it well

New Year

Well. There goes another year. Another year of your short life. Who knows how many years you've got ahead of you. Time goes pretty fast. Who knows, maybe I'll die tomorrow. You never know. So you've got to spend your time wisely, spend it doing things you either a) enjoy or b) have to do. And here's to beginning a new one.

Welcome

A big welcome to all of you intelligent beings out there!
This blog reflects the person I am- techy, poetic, intelligent, deceptive, creative. Amazed by all the life around me.
That is why, after deleting the web address in the little text box a million times, I finally decided on Splattermix.
Like a picture, with bits of paint splattered here and there, other areas with paint mixed together. Splattermix. I didn't want a blog about only one subject. So here it is. Splattermix. A random blog with random subjects in it.
I've just started this thing and might not post that often. So keep your eyes peeled (I'd hate to meet the person who invented that expression. What human being in the world is masochist enough to peel their own eyes? Gross.) for more!