This is When it Happens
So there I was, about 20 minutes left after finishing up the Honors English exam in eighth hour, when it hit me. Inspiration. I grabbed my notebook and started writing. Writing what I saw, what I knew, etc. This is an observation poem of sorts, a poem in which I wrote down things as I saw them happening. It was amazing. As I was writing, words were popping into my mind, phrases, whole lines even! I've never written a poem that I've felt THIS good about before. Simply amazing. It's so good, in fact, that I decided against performing Deja Vu for the class and, instead, chose this one! (Deja Vu included at the end of this post, after This is When it Happens) I hope you guys enjoy this one as much as I do.
In these last few minutes,
seconds seem like hours.
Anything could happen,
anything at all.The question,
however,
is not what will happen,
but whether anything will happen at all.Looking around,
I see faces wrought in thought,
trying to get the right words.
I see blank faces concentrating
on nothing.Clicking pens, crinkling paper.
Folded arms, hunched shoulders.
Nothing has happened yet,
and I doubt anything will.The tick tock of the clock,
the mashing of calculator buttons.
Faces down on the table,
eyes on the floor.The end is near.
See it in the air.
Hear it in the silence.Boxes here, boxes there.
Full of books, full of nothing.Shuffling of papers,
another is done.
Restlessness becomes our friend,
our mother, our father,
easy and cool.We are one
in thinking we are done.
We are one
in hoping we can go.All at once, you can hear,
the restlessness of each and every,
of all at once.It comes quickly,
it comes suddenly.Just before it is time to go,
that's when it happens.
All at once.
Now for Deja Vu, actually written quite a while ago:
Deja Vu
Deja Vu,
she said.
Walking the familiar path,
talking the familiar talk
we reached a
familiar spot
and she said
Deja Vu.
She couldn't
explain it,
could only
say it,
Deja Vu.
I just didn't
want to say,
the feeling that she had
was shared by all:
The birds and the bees,
the rocks and the trees.
But most importantly me.
Deja Vu.
I performed this piece today. Ms. Marshall said it was both an amazing poem AND an amazing performance. She said she was surprised I had come up with something this good in a fairly recent amount of time. :grin:
I Need Pieces!
I need about four more pieces to round out my Creative Writing portfolio. I gave Ms. Marshall six pieces last time, so I only need four now (for a grand total of twenty). Then I need to decide which one I'm going to perform and then I'll need to write an evaluation on that piece...
I want to say I'm sorry,
I want you to forgive me.
I didn't mean the things I said,
they just came out.
A verbal ejaculation
of gigantic proportions.
I hope I didn't get any on you.
It wasn't intended for you.
One person may know what this is about. If she can connect the dots that is.
Wo sind meine Klamotten?
Ich kann sie nicht finden!
Sind sie in die Toiletten?
Ich habe die Toiletten geputzt!
Ach! So das ist warum!
Weil, do am meine Klamotten sitzt!
Heh. Why NOT stick a German poem in my portfolio? And, yes, I did write it. Plagiarism for the lose.
That means I just need two more...
The Cow Ate the Dog
that raised it's son,
but soon forget to sleep.
Dadaism (Wikipedia link), at it's core, is the belief that there is beauty in chaos and randomness.
We started Dada poetry yesterday. It was very fun. Some poems were more random than others, and some had an obvious structure, but it's amazing what people can come up with sometimes. I'm just gonna share the two that I wrote real quickly:
When Dada Reigns Supreme Pizzaburgers run free
when others are scared.
And notebooks coerce
little children,
When Dada reigns supreme.
The sweater eats a sandwich,
and the sandwich eats a dog,
The nose screams in pain,
and the gas laughs at it
When Dada reigns supreme.
Circles, lights, trees,
are no longer red, blue, or green.
And when black turns blue and
pink becomes round,
Dada reigns supreme.
When the Moon went Sideways
Magicians leave this world
in cats that fly,
to seek ice cream
on the tiny red chair.Despite succeeding,
the dogs cry,
for their pens are
gone and replaced
with pads of paper.Run! Run! You crazy cat!
Kangaroos in boats are coming!
Do not let them snarf
that which your masters have earned!
Sleeves and flags come to the rescue!
Red and Blue go the cannons,
in this powerful escape!Then from the outlets come the dogs of war.
They brought with them
Jackie Chan.
And the war commenced
when the bird roared.
In this void,
this red room,
war was beginning.
The hoppers had no chance to survive,
for the ice cream had power.
The power to see another dimension.The wizards escaped
with their spacial felines
into a world of
Impossible Realities.
The ducks climbed waterfalls
and the rain fell up.
This was not normal,
this was not black and white,
this was Australia.The kangaroos in boats
were exasperated.
They could not win
this never-ending struggle.
They went down the stairs
with the kids and the chairs
and found a world fit for them.The dogs called the empty black
their own. And Jackie Chan
celebrated in the only way he knew how:
Dance-Fighting.
Pizza was had by all
when the moon went sideways.
Fixed a couple things in both poems, titled both. Changes reflect changes I made when I typed up these poems during Creative Writing today.
Hm
Check out my speakers! It's kinda hard to see the subwoofer beneath the desk. The Gamecube is on top of it, and game discs are on top of that (in a folder). Wow, my desk is crazy messy. The Harry Potter poster isn't mine, it's been there forever.
TF seems to be running VERY well as of late. It went down only once today, and it quickly came back up. I'm still gonna send the letter though. After a little more tweaking...
If you checked out the picture above, then you saw my new speakers! OMG they rock! It's so freaking awesome! Man, they beat headphones anyday! Also: There are inputs for standard RCA left and right channel. The red and white plugs on the back of your TV. This means I can plug my Gamecube directly into the speakers! No more going through my blah onboard sound card! w00t!
I've been working on something for Creative Writing:
The dark rain clouds rolled in, the thunder roared off in the distance.
"Beautiful." he said, in an appreciative tone.
It was late in the afternoon, the sun was no longer at its height. When the first cool drops hit his body, he slowed h is bike and took his time getting home. The storm was directly overhead, as signaled by another crash of thunder.
It was over before it started. A white flash, and then he was thrust from his bike.
The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was a bright light. After letting his eyes get used to the light, he saw that he was in a white room. It smelled cleaner than clean. He looked around and took note of his surroundings. There was a silver sink along the wall to his right. Further back along that wall was a wooden door. To his left was a window, a long window that covered the entire wall. He could see oak trees and tall buildings out that window. The sun was shining.
For the first time since he awoke, he wondered why he was in this room. He still had no idea where he was until a lady walked through the door. She was a tall, lightly-built woman with a face like an angel and golden, blond hair that barely touched her shoulders. She had on a green apron. A hospital apron. When he realized where he was, he jerked up and began to interrogate the nurse.
"What happened? What am I doing here? Where's my family?"
"It's good to see you awake. What do you remember last?" she said calmly.
"Uh... I was... I was riding my bike... I was going home... from... from... my friend's house..." He was having a hard time trying to recall the events.
"Uh huh. Good, good. Anything else?" she asked.
"Um... I remember being wet... It was raining! I was riding home in the rain!"
"Yes! Very good. Do you remember what happened?"
"What... happened?" He had no idea what she was talking about.
"You were struck by lightning. You were found laying unconscious, five feet from your bike, scratched up pretty badly."
"Where's my family? Do they know where I am?"
"Yes, yes. They're in the hall, they will be in shortly. Now just relax."
The nurse took his temperature, checked his pulse and other vitals, recorded some observations, and left to inform his family about his condition.
He was studying the trees outside the window when he found himself swallowed by the darkness. When he awoke, he found himself in the damp grass, his bike roughly five feet away.
I've got a little bit more, but I like ending it right there just for a preview. I have a pretty stable idea of what I wanna do with this. It'll be very interesting. I already like it.
Basically what we were doing, sometime last week, was designing a character, sketching out all of the little details, etc., etc. At the end of last week we had to start thinking of a situation to put this character into. We've been kinda sharing our ideas and such since Monday. There are some VERY interesting ideas and VERY good writers out there.
I've also been working on a little poem of sorts:
See the man with the lonely eyes,
Take his hand, you'll be surprised.
At the places you'll go, the wonders you'll see.
The things you'll do, the things you'll experience.
See the man with the lonely eyes,
Take his hand, you'll be surprised.
Things you've never imagined
will all be possible.
See the man with the lonely eyes,
Take his hand, you'll be surprised.
Never know who you'll meet,
What you'll see, where you'll go;
When you see the man with the lonely eyes
And take his hand, 'cause you'll be surprised.
Wo sind meine Klamotten?
Wo sind meine Klamotten?
Ich kann sie nicht finden!
Sind sie in die Toiletten?
Ich habe die Toiletten geputzt!
Ach! So das ist warum!
Weil, do am meine Klamotten sitzt!