Eight posts in one day. I call that productivity.
I'm in Creative Writing and I know that I've been saying for a while that I was going to post the writing I have been doing this semmester. Well, now I have posted some of it. There's a lot more than that, and I didn't even get to my better pieces. However, I will be getting them up soon. I have a lot going on right now, but I haven't yet abandoned this blog in the four years since I started it.
Speaking of four years, I think I decided that the perfect time to make this blog into a book is going to be right after graduation. I'm not going to stop writing in it then, but I've been meaning to get this blog "published" since I found out that I could. I'm at nearly 150 posts and I'm reaching a time of my life that is very fitting for the end. Dorky, I know, but I'm excited.
I've got another exciting post that I am going to be putting up here in the next few days. It was an assignment for my AP Lit class that I finished at one this morning. I'll explain it more later, but it is going to be awesome!
Monday, May 16, 2011
Lessons in Friendship
K was the first
to teach me
that I won't always
be accepted, that
sometimes, people will
push me away
when they learn who
I really am,
that I can't hate them
for it.
mL taught me that
it is crucial to accept yourself
before others accept you,
that three day long sleepovers
are only fun
with midnight episodes
of gory medical shows,
that long distance friendships
can work
when you want them to.
You are teaching me
that letting go is
alright when holding on
causes everyone pain,
that sometimes what you want
and what you need
cannot be reconciled,
that you have to learn
to want what you need
to be happy.
They have all taught me
to love myself
for who I am,
that I am always
important,
that friends come and go,
that you just have
to accept it all
and move on.
The names are removed because I don't know who reads this blog... But some people will still recognize who I'm talking about anyway. There are three people here. One from elementary school, one from junior high and one from high school. All of them have had a huge impact on my life, whether they know it or not. I really like how this assignment turned out.
to teach me
that I won't always
be accepted, that
sometimes, people will
push me away
when they learn who
I really am,
that I can't hate them
for it.
mL taught me that
it is crucial to accept yourself
before others accept you,
that three day long sleepovers
are only fun
with midnight episodes
of gory medical shows,
that long distance friendships
can work
when you want them to.
You are teaching me
that letting go is
alright when holding on
causes everyone pain,
that sometimes what you want
and what you need
cannot be reconciled,
that you have to learn
to want what you need
to be happy.
They have all taught me
to love myself
for who I am,
that I am always
important,
that friends come and go,
that you just have
to accept it all
and move on.
The names are removed because I don't know who reads this blog... But some people will still recognize who I'm talking about anyway. There are three people here. One from elementary school, one from junior high and one from high school. All of them have had a huge impact on my life, whether they know it or not. I really like how this assignment turned out.
Untitled Sarcasm Piece
When you walk into the room
I always get excited to hear
your latest stories.
I drop everything,
no problem really.
I wasn't doing anything important.
I'm sure everyone in the room
would love to listen too,
so speak up.
Your haircut was the highlight
of my week,
I cried when you dropped your pen
and was inspired when
he picked it up for you.
I was filled with
anger and disppointment
when you lost a point on the test
and incredibly jealous
when your mom bought
you Coke flavored chapstick.
Are you sure nothing else
happened today?
You don't have any more
exciting tales to tell?
Well that just sucks.
I guess we will all
have to wait until tomorrow
when you can tell us about the ice
you scraped off your windshield
and the gum stuck to your shoe.
The suspense is killing me.
This piece combines a bunch of (one sided) conversations that I have had with people about pointless things. Also for Creative Writing. I'm rather pleased with how it turned out.
I always get excited to hear
your latest stories.
I drop everything,
no problem really.
I wasn't doing anything important.
I'm sure everyone in the room
would love to listen too,
so speak up.
Your haircut was the highlight
of my week,
I cried when you dropped your pen
and was inspired when
he picked it up for you.
I was filled with
anger and disppointment
when you lost a point on the test
and incredibly jealous
when your mom bought
you Coke flavored chapstick.
Are you sure nothing else
happened today?
You don't have any more
exciting tales to tell?
Well that just sucks.
I guess we will all
have to wait until tomorrow
when you can tell us about the ice
you scraped off your windshield
and the gum stuck to your shoe.
The suspense is killing me.
This piece combines a bunch of (one sided) conversations that I have had with people about pointless things. Also for Creative Writing. I'm rather pleased with how it turned out.
The End
All around us,
things are coming to an end.
Preparations are being made,
graduation nearly upon us.
Things I wish I had done,
memories and stories
I could have had
now become regrets.
I regret not going to
the first dance,
the last dance.
I regret not opening up
to someone else,
making new friends.
I regret the classes
I did not take,
the ones I did.
I regret making it here
without realizing
that this is the end.
Years from now,
I may regret not
keeping in touch,
ending things as
we did.
For all my regrets,
I still would not
change a thing.
Another poem for my Creative Writing class. This one was supposed to be about regrets.
things are coming to an end.
Preparations are being made,
graduation nearly upon us.
Things I wish I had done,
memories and stories
I could have had
now become regrets.
I regret not going to
the first dance,
the last dance.
I regret not opening up
to someone else,
making new friends.
I regret the classes
I did not take,
the ones I did.
I regret making it here
without realizing
that this is the end.
Years from now,
I may regret not
keeping in touch,
ending things as
we did.
For all my regrets,
I still would not
change a thing.
Another poem for my Creative Writing class. This one was supposed to be about regrets.
Trapped in Winter
This was inspired by my complete frustration at the weather. It was an assignment for my class. I had to use certain colors in my poem. I think I like it, but this is only the version I wrote in my writing notebook. I think I made some edits to the one that I turned in that made the whole poem better.
Colors of the sky
take me to another place,
another time.
Sunflower yellow,
a great orb in the sky,
takes me to summers past
when I would look up to
the flowers in wonder.
Oranges and purples
fill the sky of a setting sun,
taking me to
pumpkin patches and
orchards filled with ripe fruit
in the fall.
Looking at the sky,
I can imagine warm beaches
and sunny days,
laying in dry grass,
eyes closed and soaking in
warm rays.
I pull my jacket
closer to me and try
to ignore the shocking white
snow up in the mountains.
My eyes close and I sigh,
waiting for the day
when I'm no longer
trapped in winter.
Colors of the sky
take me to another place,
another time.
Sunflower yellow,
a great orb in the sky,
takes me to summers past
when I would look up to
the flowers in wonder.
Oranges and purples
fill the sky of a setting sun,
taking me to
pumpkin patches and
orchards filled with ripe fruit
in the fall.
Looking at the sky,
I can imagine warm beaches
and sunny days,
laying in dry grass,
eyes closed and soaking in
warm rays.
I pull my jacket
closer to me and try
to ignore the shocking white
snow up in the mountains.
My eyes close and I sigh,
waiting for the day
when I'm no longer
trapped in winter.
Storm
The world fills with sudden light,
briefly revealing a fissure in the night sky.
Deserted streets count silently,
One...
Two...
Three...
Before the crack of thunder
shatters the peaceful atmosphere.
Another piece that I wrote in my Creative Writing class. this one was not an assignment. It was raining and I wanted to write. Out came this poem. I have to admit, while I really didn't like it at first, I am really happy about how it turned out.
briefly revealing a fissure in the night sky.
Deserted streets count silently,
One...
Two...
Three...
Before the crack of thunder
shatters the peaceful atmosphere.
Another piece that I wrote in my Creative Writing class. this one was not an assignment. It was raining and I wanted to write. Out came this poem. I have to admit, while I really didn't like it at first, I am really happy about how it turned out.
A Questionable Friendship
How did we begin
this journey?
What were our first words
to each other?
When did we become
inseparable?
How many years were
we so close?
Why did we begin to
drift apart?
When will you acknowledge
the distance between us?
How long until we realize
what has happened?
This is a poem I wrote for my Creative Writing class back in April. It involves some things that were going on at the time... They're kind of just reaching the end now... Anyway, not my favorite piece, but I thought I would put it up here anyway.
this journey?
What were our first words
to each other?
When did we become
inseparable?
How many years were
we so close?
Why did we begin to
drift apart?
When will you acknowledge
the distance between us?
How long until we realize
what has happened?
This is a poem I wrote for my Creative Writing class back in April. It involves some things that were going on at the time... They're kind of just reaching the end now... Anyway, not my favorite piece, but I thought I would put it up here anyway.
Maiah's Imagination
I wrote this about a week ago... I was bored and it was raining. I wanted something to write about and so I started this. I think I kind of like this and may even take it further.
Maiah stared out the fogged up window, focusing on the raindrops as they rolled slowly down the glass. The dark sky was full of clouds to the point that she didn't think there was room for any more air below them; a single breath would cause the entire planet to pop. She imagined the blue and green sphere expanding slo9wly as it filled with the breaths of human and animal alike. As trees and buildings flashed past her outside, she imagined the inflated earth popping like a large balloon, pieces flying everywhere, coming to rest on other planets and stars.
Sometimes, Maiah was accused of letting her mind get away from her. Then she would imagine it flying away in a blue sky full of sunshine and scattered with bright white clouds. The only thing tethering it to her would be a kite string, thin and nearly invisible. Any number of things could break that string, rendering her completely incapable of ever retrieving a sane thought again.
These were the things that Maiah thought about as she looked out the window of her family's little car.
That's all I have about Maiah right now, but she intrigues me. There will most likely be more about her in the not-so-distant future. I'm considering adding her to my novel... Which I haven't worked on in a while. Bad Madi.
Maiah stared out the fogged up window, focusing on the raindrops as they rolled slowly down the glass. The dark sky was full of clouds to the point that she didn't think there was room for any more air below them; a single breath would cause the entire planet to pop. She imagined the blue and green sphere expanding slo9wly as it filled with the breaths of human and animal alike. As trees and buildings flashed past her outside, she imagined the inflated earth popping like a large balloon, pieces flying everywhere, coming to rest on other planets and stars.
Sometimes, Maiah was accused of letting her mind get away from her. Then she would imagine it flying away in a blue sky full of sunshine and scattered with bright white clouds. The only thing tethering it to her would be a kite string, thin and nearly invisible. Any number of things could break that string, rendering her completely incapable of ever retrieving a sane thought again.
These were the things that Maiah thought about as she looked out the window of her family's little car.
That's all I have about Maiah right now, but she intrigues me. There will most likely be more about her in the not-so-distant future. I'm considering adding her to my novel... Which I haven't worked on in a while. Bad Madi.
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