Sunday, December 25, 2011

Girl With Stars In Her Pockets

             I know a girl with stars in her pockets. They are small, like her fingernails. They are made of paper, like my dreams. Each one is unique. She tells me they hold the secrets to different worlds. That with them, she can travel to new lands far, far away from here. Her stars are very powerful, which is why she keeps them safe in her jacket pockets. Safe in her pockets, where no one can unravel them, and destroy a universe or two.
            One day, I’m going to steal her stars so they can’t steal her from me.
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This is prose poem is actually a sort of summary/ synopsis for a story idea I have and have been wanting to write. I attempt to start writing the story for NaNoWriMo but... 

A Plea Against Serenity


Serenity is only for
Those who don’t have a care in the world.
She is welcome by
Those that see no wrong to letting
Life go on as it does now—
Flawed and cruel.

You may envy Serenity’s children
And their naïve ignorance,
But I do not.
I say let them have their peace…
Just as long as they keep it to themselves.
I’ve no use for it.

Serenity is not for me.
I, who prefer
to stand tall with all
my worries. Because they
are what have kept me
going ,going, going, going
-surviving-
all this time.
  
If peace of mind means
I must forget
All the starving children living in the bloody streets,
All the broken hearted souls left behind in a dark corner,
All the wrongs that stain this world…
Then, instead,

Give me War!
A chance to fight back against the status quo.
Give me Revolution!
A chance to bring change to this rotting society.
Give me Vengeance!
A chance to amend the errors of humanity.

Serenity.
I will vanquish you, and cast you out from these lands.
Not because I despise you, but because
 I dream of you.

Serenity,
I will vanquish you.
So that later you may return
To a world that has truly earned you.

But until that time comes,
I will never end my crusade against you.
I will never succumb to you,
Beautiful Serenity. 

Day and Night


Glitter falls to the floor slowly
- a dream floating in the midday air-
an idea flying in the cool breeze.

Mother and daughter awake
-their midnight adventure begins-
the time of fairytales is now.

Gently, the sparkle finds its place
by the window and lays among the dust
catching stray sunbeams.

Over a fence and underneath tables,
past the cabins and into the woods-
A memory in the making.

A sparkle in the dark never glimmers
but in the light it reflects and refracts
 reality into fantasy.

A tale is told in the darkness,
told from mother to daughter,
blessed only by the moon and stars.

The Day, The Night,
They are things of beauty.
The Day, The Night,
They are things of wonder.
The Day, The Night,
They are things of magic.
The Day, The Night,
They are things of life.

~~~
Confession: I don't like the ending very much >_>
I think I need to go on with this, make it longer and change the ending. Yeah. 

The Hesitant Astronaut


I was told
That the sky was the limit
But I that should reach for the stars
Because if I failed at least
 I would land on the moon.

I was told
To wish upon a shooting star
And to keep my eyes turned skyward
Because space was the last frontier
And one day I would reach it.

I was told. I was told.
And there was a time that I believed
All those clichés and half assed comments.

 I’m not so sure anymore.
Because there is still so much I have not
Seen right here on the ground.

Space is the mistress that
I used to dream of…
But
I have found pleasures here on Earth
That she could never gift me.

Once upon a time
I would have given anything
To leave this atmosphere
But today I finally see 
That I’d much rather stay here.

Where I can admire the stars from afar
And have the ones I love by my side.

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Had to write a poem for Creative Writing class titled "The Hesitant Astronaut".
It's alright x3 I got to use cliches again ;D~!

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RAWR.

I feel like posting a whole bunch of poems I've been meaning to put up but haven't.

So yeah.

READY. SET. GO

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Speaking of Stream-of-Consciousness ...


Stream-of-Consciousness
Why is my mind so scattered these days?
I can’t concentrate
I can’t even think
because every time I stop
you show up in the back of my mind
and all my focus flows to you.
I think of that day we first met
both too shy to say much
 but you laughed at my jokes
and I laughed at yours
and that day you first opened
 up to me after a long joyful night
you told me your secrets
and I told you mine
it seems that
nothing else matters
anymore
you are all I need
I want to laugh and cry and hold you tight
I just need to be by your side
 you’ve stolen my life
and I don’t even want it back
I hate that I love you
I love you I love you
                                                            I love you.

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Since I'm revealing the secrets of my process ;) , here's what this poem looked like once upon a time: 

Rough draft:
Why is my mind so scattered these days?
I can’t concentrate
I can’t even think
Because every time I stop
You show up in the back of my mind
And you laugh and you cry and you hold me tight
And all my focus flows to you.
Nothing else matters.

I love you I love you
 I hate that I love you
Because you’ve stolen my life
And I won’t every get it back.
I don’t even want it.
All I want is to be by your side
So I can laugh and cry and hold you tight.
You are all I need.
Nothing else matters. 

The run-ons of lies, dreams and fantasies


Oh look, another random post on how I write stuff! :D I'm pretty sure I do those more for my benefit than anyone else's. Helps me straighten out my mind, haha.

Anyways, sometimes I like to just sit down and write whatever comes to mind. Stream-of-consciousness style. ;3 Usually what I get out of it is a never-ending flow of sentences that sound cool individually but ridiculous when put together. Like the poem-thing below. There are many parts of it that I like, a lot, but then I read it all at once... and... well... it's not the best thing ever. 

What will most likely come of this is me stealing random bits from this and making them their own piece. 

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To say that I didn’t need you
Would be lying to you.
To say that I didn’t want you
Would be lying to myself.
But the truth leaves me speechless
I don't know what to say anymore.
My mind has stopped- frozen-
I am frozen in this moment
Of utter bliss.
 I hope.
I hope it's never-ending
This feeling that has made me
Its ever willing prisoner.
Oh yes!
I can’t help but wish and dream
That it won’t ever- Ah! A Dream. 
This must be a dream.
That would explain everything.
It would explain
Why I can’t stop smiling day and night
Why I can’t stop grinning like a fool
Why I can’t stop thinking about you
Why I can’t stop rambling on and on
Why.
I .
Can’t.
Stop.
Loving.
Every.
Phrase.
That.
I.
Am.
With.
You.
And .
Hating.
Every.
Sentence.
We.
Are.
Apart.
Indeed, this is a fantasy, is it not?
It has all the perfect moments to make it so.
A stroke of serendipity bestowed upon me
While I lay awake pretending to slumber.
Perhaps this means
The stars of my mind have finally decided
I am worthy of reward—
That.
That is why they are shining so brightly,
Guiding me straight to you
By outshining the sun itself.
Surely, nothing else explains this.
I have escaped reality finally
And you were my portal- my escape.
I wonder.
Is pretending this is a lovely dream
Lying to the both of us?
If so it’s a beautiful lie
and one I’m willing to keep up,
But only until the day
The truth overcomes the fantasy.
Because when that day comes
I will let go of the hold I have on this dream
And gladly fall into reality’s arms.
Lies may be sweet and comforting,
But
honest love
can never be conquered.
Until then,
I will willingly live among these
lies, dreams and fantasies.

Friday, December 23, 2011

Story-making

Take my hand and we’ll go on an adventure.
Time to travel to a brand new dimension.
Pirates and cowboys and robots, oh my!
Hide in the shadows and play I spy.

Over the rainbow and under a troll bridge,
The portal to Narnia’s hidden in my fridge.
Let’s fight monsters and save the princess,
Like superheroes answering calls of distress.

Are you ready to go on an epic quest
To find a gold-filled treasure chest?
Dance at the Witches’ All Hallows Eve ball
And cast magic spells meant to enthrall.

We’ll battle dragons to prove our might,
Then explore the wonders of the night.
Discover a fairy world within every tree
And mermaid utopias underneath the sea.

That’s how it goes in storybooks,
Where nothing is quite what it looks.
The beautiful may be wicked hearted
But true lovers can never be parted.

Together we can be our own fairytale
Because if we believe, we will never fail.
You and I are the next legend
Our myth will be told until The End.

So, come with me and let’s go explore
this magic world, and be together evermore.

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I've been working on this for three days :3 Hope you like it, I'm pretty happy with it. For once. xD

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Just a quick post

I love looking through my notebooks. I always find little stanzas and phrases of things I started but never finished. Usually I stop them because I lose inspiration, but when I look back again I get new ideas. It's also really fun to wonder what I was thinking when I started writing them. I just found these:


I don't need anyone
to see me break down.
No one needs to watch
my tears flow to the ground.

~~~

Pleasure is a fickle mistress
sometimes she comes so easily
and delights you with her gifts
but other times she is so cold

~~~

Self Expression

That drop of yellow paint on the wall.
That streak of green on the sidewalk.
That sparkle floating in the air.
That is who I am.

The shadow lurking off screen.
The star twinkling in the sky covered by clouds.
The small daisy hidden in a bouquet of roses.
That is who I am.

A figment of your imagination.
A product of procreation.
A consequence of action.
That is who I am.

~~~

So yeah,  right now these aren't much. They're jewels in the rough, ideas that still need to be developed... but this is a good little sneak inside view as to how I think and write. I have small samples like these everywhere, and every once in a while I come across one and I get hit with inspiration. So I take these ideas and I play with them and sometimes what I come up with will be just a final version of the original and sometimes it is nothing like the initial work.

I wonder what these will turn into. I can't wait to find out. :)

You Gave It To Him

You gave it to him,
His reason to live.
His reason to give.
And then you took it from him.

He smiled for you.
He sang for you.
He killed for you.
But you still left him behind.

Why?

What is the purpose
of changing someone's life
for the better, forever...

When in the end
             you break their heart?

When in the end
             you crush their dreams?

When in the end
              you take away their breath
leaving them cold, still,
               lifeless.

You gave it to him.
The gun.
The despair.
The reason.

You gave it to him,
Before you said goodbye.
As you walked out the door.
After you disappeared.

Now, you're gone
and so is he.
But I am here.
Only I remain.

Alone.

I wish you had given it to me instead.

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This was a poem I wrote back in September or October. It was for my Creative Writing class, we had to open a book, pick a sentence at random and then use it to make a poem or a story or whatever we could think of.

My sentence was "You gave it to him." from Kurt Vonnegut's Cat's Cradle.

Friday, December 16, 2011

Random Writing That I Felt Like Doing

I'm home after my first semester of college and I have nothing to do. Thought I'd be productive and write some. This is just a free write. I have no idea where it's going to go. No editing. No anything. Enjoy.
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"You shouldn't play with fire."
I looked up from my box of matches to find Gerard looming over me.
"You shouldn't play with fire," he repeated.

"I heard you the first time," I snapped, got up from my seat at my cluttered desk, and placed the matches in my robe pocket. I sauntered to a pile of books and scrolls in the far corner of dimly lit my room. From the bottom of the pile I pulled out a large worn out book. I glanced at the title, Of Dragons and Dames, and caressed the cover lovingly. "I believe you're here for this?"

Gerard shifted from his spot over my desk to face me and nodded with a fiendish grin. I tossed the heavy book to him and then sat back down at my desk. I grabbed the box of matches from my pocket and began to play with it again, waiting for him to leave. Ten minutes in dead silence passed and still he loomed over me.

"What. Do. You. Want?" I murmured venomously.

"I'm waiting for you to stop playing with those matches, Fira." he retorted and leaned against a shelf. I stared at him for a moment. His eyes were as golden as the flames I would be able to create if I unleashed my desire on the matches. That only tempted me more. I returned my attention back to the box and opened it.

Gerard's hand moved to mine and held it firmly.

"Fira. I said no," he huffed. I wrestled my hand away from him and squirmed up on top of my desk. I stood up triumphantly, keeping away from his grasp.

"You" I grinned and brought a match to my lips. "are not my boss." I blew a single flame on to the match igniting it brilliantly. I waved the flame in front of Gerard's face, his eyes darted from side to side watching it. "It matches your eyes Ger." I laughed and flicked the match at him. Gerard caught the burning match without flinching.

"This isn't funny," Gerard growled. I snickered and leaped from my desk on to a tall stack of boxes. Gerard glared at me, and I teasingly blew a flickering stream of scarlet flames in his direction.

"You ruin all my fun, Ger!" I sighed and jumped from the boxes into low pile of scrolls and empty parchments. I lay down in the pile and huffed a puff of smoke that floated into the darkness. I gestured with my finger for Gerard to approach me. I examined him as he came towards me. He was a lanky boy, with messy ginger hair, pale skin, a crooked smile and golden eyes. I laughed at how he carried himself with confidence now, when only a few months ago he had been nothing but a shy little bookworm I found hiding behind my books.

Gerard crouched down and looked me in the eye.

"I can't have you disobeying your own rules Fira," he pouted. I put my arms around him and drew him closer.

"A little fire never hurt anyone," I whispered and grinned widely, showing off my sharp teeth. Gerard ran his hand through my dark amethyst hair.

"Tell that to the book you accidentally burned last week," Gerard snickered and then smacked me over the head with a nearby novel. I let go of him and he jumped up. I pretended to rub my head in the spot he hit me.

"Aiiee, you're lucky us drakonei are resilient, or else that would have stung!" I hissed and faked a swipe at him.

"Stop complaining. We have work to do," Gerard scoffed and threw the novel at me. "And no more flames."

I grumbled and refused to budge. Gerard held out his hand for me to take. I ignored him and picked up a book. I really did prefer the time when he would have cowered at my hiss and flinched at my claws.

"Come on, you fanged, red eyed, lilac scaled dragon woman," Gerard grabbed my arm and pulled me up. "We still have so much more to discover. So many more secrets to find. Books to read. Things to learn."

Gerard patted me on the head, grabbed Of Dragons and Dames and walked away. I spat out a last spark of fire and returned to work. I vowed to make sure not to teach my next assistant how to stand up for himself. Self-confident humans would one day be the death of me.

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Well... that turned out interestingly. I now have two new random characters to work with and a possible story. I think I will do more with these two sometime soon, I rather like them. I also really want to draw them. :D YAY RANDOM FREE WRITES~!!!

Also... not sure what drakonei are yet but in my mind they are humanoid dragon creatures. More humanoid than dragon though.

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Hold Your Hand


I am not quite sure where to go from here.
A touch on your arm, a lean on your shoulder
Can I even hold your hand?

Let me whisper a secret in your ear
 I never want this feeling to be over
All I want is to hold your hand.

You are now my darling, my dear
And slowly I’m growing bolder
Yes, someday soon,
I’m going to hold your hand.  

Friday, December 9, 2011

Geek And Proud of It

Hey you, look at me
tell what it is you see--
Pocket protector and thick square glasses,
knee high socks and books from Honor's classes.
Equations in my hands,
calculator in my pants.
Do you think I don't hear
the names they shout and jeer?
They call me a nerd, a dork, a geek
hopin' to make me feel weak!
But they just don't understand
I don't have a need for any fans!
What I've learned from every book on my shelf
is that i need to be true to myself.
Now is the time for me to admit:
I AM A GEEK AND I'M PROUD OF IT!

I know all the elements of the periodic table.
I can recite from memory every Aesop fable.
Every Saturday night I play Dungeons and Dragons
and I'm a member of obsessive anime fandoms.
To me Magic is more than just a card game
and leveling over 9000 is a good claim to fame.
I've plotted world domination since middle school
and I really believe LARPing is cool.
Steal my comic books and I'll throw a fit:
'CAUSE I AM A GEEK AND I'M PROUD OF IT!

I collect action figures, not sissy dolls.
The only spheres I can throw are pokeballs.
I can tell you every reason Green Lantern and his light,
could never beat Batman in a fight.
(Other than the fact that "yellow"  is a stupid weakness
and Batman is the definition of epicness.)
To "Live Long and Prosper" is my life ambition
as is joining the Jedi Knight coalition.
My perception of reality is fuzzy like 18 bit:
CAUSE I AM A GEEK AND I'M PROUD OF IT!

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My last few poems have been kinda dreary... So here's something fun! I wrote this over the summer and never got a chance to type it up. I'm hoping to expand it at some point... and maybe fix some of those half-rhymes...


Conflicted


Why do I still think of you,
when all I want is to forget?
I have no desire to keep you near,
you only bring me regret.

But,

how do I start things anew,
when it’s so hard to turn the page?
I am crippled by the fear
of never escaping love’s cage.

Oh, 

do I even want to breakthrough,
and take back control over my life?
I love being your dear,
Though all you create is strife.

Well,

I can’t decide what to do,
why is my head reeling?
Love or hate or pity or cheer--
I can't handle this conflicted feeling.

...

If only I could just bid you adieu.
If only that were something easy to do.


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Let's play a fun game everyone! It's called: "Name the random rhyme scheme~!!" :D Prize is... to be determined at a later date ^_^

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Falling

That day when you smiled.
When you smiled and your eyes gleamed.
That was the day I fell.

I only realize now how hard, how deep
I fell that day. For such a pathetic reason too:
a smile and a kind word.
For just a smile and a kind word.

I tried so hard to stay away from you.
-The boy my friend liked-
But when I finally started to get away
You went and made me smile
And I fell deeper.

With those eyes that make my heart melt
And those thoughts that make me stop and wonder
You've ensnared me with your perfect imperfections
And now I’m falling so fast
I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.
I don’t think I even want to... because

I’ve fallen,
Fallen hard,

For you.

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I started this one several weeks ago. Then I finished it. And then I forgot to save it and lost it. Which made me not want to redo it but I had the rough draft in my notebook so today I decided not to be lazy and redid it. Yay.

Also, I like patterns and playing with structure. There are a lot of things I do to my poems that I know most people won't really notice unless they were to analyze it. I do those things just for my pleasure, they're fun. In this poem, I had fun with the number of lines in the stanzas. The pattern is 3-4-5-6-2-1 , and there are 6 stanzas. See, random fun little things. I love fun random things.

I also occasionally enjoy cliches. It's a guilty pleasure xD

Adding comments to clarify myself is cool too.

I'm not really happy with this poem either... I'm usually not happy with my poems...

I also wonder how much people read into my poetry... beware people, poets exaggerate and come up with situations that are sometimes unreal. Poets are the actors of writing. Prose actors... that's a cool idea... I should do something with it...

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

An Unfair Game

Every day is the same.
He is never there
even when she calls his name.
The moments are rare
in which they do not blame
each other for their
problems and shame.
One day everything will tear
itself apart and burst in flame.
No one ever said life's game
of love and hate was fair.

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A random poem I wrote the other day while talking to my friend Alex :D
Also I couldn't think of a good title so :P
Actually, I'm not really happy with the whole thing, anyone have any suggestions for perfecting it?

Saturday, December 3, 2011

Commentaries


Based on the Commentary poems by Suzanne Buffam


On Wind
When the air
decides
it's time to be free.

On Fire
Like passion,
it always dies
if it isn't fueled.

On Shoes
Touch the earth
and feel its worth
with every step
you take.


On Pencils
Best used to
write down your
soul.

On Windows
Remember,
the work both ways.

On Rivers
Down, never up,
always running away
Nature's furious coward.

On Shirts
This thin shield
protects
me from your preying eyes.


On Lies
Like sadness
they are always lingering
in the background.

On Mountains
They were created
out of an ancient disaster.
Calamaties aren't always bad.

On Sleep
Close your eyes
for 8 hours
and then open them again.

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UPDATE:
Wrote these in my Creative Writing class :P We had to write poems fashioned after Suzanne Buffam's poems, the topics were suggested randomly during class. So they're my random little thoughts on these subjects... I really love Buffam's poetry though, I suggest you look her up. Also, that last one is something one of my friends says a lot.
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