Sunday, January 25, 2015
Here we are, two weeks later.
A far amount of things have happened, midterms were a thing, and writing has been pushed to the side. It wasn't my choice, trust me, I would have much rather been writing than studying, but grades are important, not that they measure my self-worth, but they are still important. College and that future stuff that I don't want to think about, are still things that will come back to haunt me sooner or later. Let's hope it's later.
I wrote a little something called "This Feeling". I have always loved nature, just not exercise. It's about a girl's point of view, who is climbing up a hill, and she's looking at the nature that is surrounding her. She's feeling so passionate about what she's seeing, describing everything to the sounds to the color of the sky. My favorite line is 'Maybe the trees are trying to tell me a story between each rustle of their leaves." I used a lot of figurative language to make people feel like they were climbing this hill with her, and feel the beating sun, the soft winds, and seeing what she's seeing. It's one of my favorite things that I have written in a long time, and I am super proud of it.
I am going to be an aunt this coming May, so I wrote a little poem for my sister-in-law to read to the baby, which she loved and still cries about it. Happy tears of course! We don't know the gender yet, so I basically had to dance around it a lot, saying 'You have flowers in your hair' and "A little bow-tie". I don't care what the gender of the baby is, it's wearing a bow-tie, cause Bow-ties are cool.
Well, that's all I wrote. I am disappointed that I didn't write more, but I was super busy with midterms and not studying at all. Whoops! But, here's a little something to make everything better, I have no idea what to call this, or what this even is but here you go:
All I see is waves of a fearless ocean behind your eyes, drown your fears in them.
All I hear is the battle cry when you open your mouth to speak, scare your enemies away.
Sunday, January 11, 2015
Hi guys! It's been a while, hasn't it?
This past month has been interesting, to say the least. I haven't written much, which I am very disappointed in myself. I have had many moments to take ideas from, but I was so busy that I never got a chance to sit down and write. Actually, that's not true, I simply chose not to write, thinking that I'll write at a different point in time. As you can tell that didn't happen very often.
Also, I realized that I write a lot of sad poems. I was reading through my poems to my best friend, who was very sad at the moment. Since, there were only a handful that were happy, I have made it my goal for the next week to write as many happy poems that I possibly can. So far, that hasn't worked out very well.
I, also, tried my luck at haikus. Yeah, that didn't work so well. There is a reason why my favorite poem genre is free verse, I love to write and write and write. But, I promised myself that I would try new things when it came to this poetry book. I'll put one of the attempted haikus at the end.
The first poem I would like to talk about is a poem I called 'Missing'. As I was growing up, I always felt that I was missing something. Sometimes I thought it was beauty, being beautiful and more appealing to others. I thought maybe it was style, but I realized that no matter who loves my outfits, someone is always going to hate them. Maybe it was family, but after spending a lot of night crying over harmful words, I realized that while family is blood, it does not mean that they are the most important thing in some people's lives. Then, I met my best friend in the whole world, and I finally knew what was missing.
I've always loved flowers since I was a little girl. Yes, I know, there's a whole stereotype about girls loving flowers but, I genuinely loved flowers. My parents had a very well kept garden when I was growing up, and my father loved to take care of his roses, he even got specific roses that were named after my two older sisters, and myself. So, I wrote a poem about Roses and Forget-Me-Nots, two of my favorite flowers. Roses are usually the go to flower, get the girl some roses, plant some roses, but no one usually says that Forget-Me-Nots are their favorite flowers. To me, that's kinda funny considering the name. I called this poem "The Story of Rose and Forget-Me-Not", and it's basically telling a story as if the flowers were live human girls, and saying that Rose was always preferred, and Forget-Me-Not was forgotten, like her namesake. Don't forget Forget-Me-Not, because she is just as beautiful and sweet smelling as a rose. I did a lot of research for this poem, going into myths about flowers to see if I could find anything that I could use, and I did!
I was thinking about love, and as I was in a very stupid argument with my boyfriend. I'm an overly sensitive person, which is why I am a writer, and I was slightly comparing how I feel about my boyfriend, to how Disney portrays love. Disney portrays love as easy, fairytale princes, flowers, pretty dresses and stolen kisses. Love is truly broken hearts, unruled minds, and shaking bones when sobbing. Fairytales lied about love, but I would like to clarify that I do not actually feel this way about love, I was more writing in the moment, full of anger and slightly scared that he was going to give up on me. I would like to clarify, also, that as of this moment, we are okay. I called this poem "Perfect Love" just to be a sarcastic person, and mess with people.
So, those are the only three that I feel I need to put in, I expected so much from break, but I guess I over expected. Here is my poem, I don't even know what to call it:
If we were flowers,
You would be a rose smelling sweet,