Look to the right. Of the computer screen, not your actual right (how would I know what's there?). There you should see something that says "Other Sites"
The most important of those that I just added is "The Coming of Day, a novella." It is, as implied, a novella that I finished for my senior project in high school, though I had been writing it for many years. It needs revision, but it's still very enjoyable as is, or at least that's what other people tell me. All in all, it's about 69 pages. Most people I've given it to have finished it in one sitting and enjoyed it, so I guess that means that the pacing is done decently well at least and the plot is interesting enough to keep reading. Someday, when I have time (who knows when that'll be) I'll flesh it out more. In short, it is about a boy named Archie who survives the falling of meteors on his town and the land around him, and presumably a large portion of the earth. Driven by loneliness and fear, he tries to find others, like his father, and, in general, survive.
The second site goes to mormon.org, since I'm part of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, often known as mormons. It's amazing and I'm very happy to be a part of it since I know that Christ lives.
The third site goes to deviantart.com, where I used to post my poetry before I went on my mission. I was more tedious than a blog and it's not like anyone visited it anyway. But it does have poetry, short stories, and a screenplay on there. Good fun.
Hope you enjoy these sites!
Sunday, January 23, 2011
It's Been A While...
Hey everyone. January's been a slow month in terms of poetry. I just haven't written much or edited much. It happens sometimes. So I just thought I'd post some of my old poetry for people to read, since every now and again someone visits this place. I might as well give them something new to read, if they like my stuff. Enjoy!
Portrait #1
A child in the cold
plays basketball
with a father
who isn’t there.
The wind skirts by him
like a stranger,
or his mother
who isn’t there
He stops to breathe the air:
cold, as is his stare
when he looks at you,
as you walk on by.
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I like the idea of writing "portraits" and this was the first poem that I wrote as such, and probably my favorite such "portrait" as I feel that it really captures the situation and feeling.
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Cocoon
A child under the ethereal moon
Gathers colors in his happy growing hands
His mind blossoms slowly in dreamless cocoon,
Starting the magic, imagining the man.
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This poem was initially drafted using magnetic refrigerator poetry words. I love that stuff.
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Symphony
Whisper spraying symphony
in the cautiously rushed water
is sweeter than honey.
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Back in 8th grade, when we started going over poetry, our teacher wrote a bunch of random words on the board and we had to use some of them to make a short poem. I ended up enjoying my result quite a bit.
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Some days the difference comes by night
Some days the difference comes by night:
A subtle glow behind deep shades of blue.
Wish a star to bless you with its light.
Always, it has been, the end is right
Though most complain and wish it wasn’t true.
Some days the difference comes by night.
It may be dark, but you retain your sight;
With ease look up, and find yourself a view;
Wish a star to bless you with its light
Or take the moon and bathe yourself in white,
Else we should sleep and find we’ve missed our cue
Discovering difference came by night.
Thus wait and see, the darkest dawn is bright;
Lift yourself to dream what you can do;
Wish a star to bless you with its light.
In darkness you lose yourself in fright
That those who gain life’s happiness are few,
But know the difference comes at night
And wish upon a star for light.
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This is the first villanelle that I wrote and I quite enjoy it even now. Hope you do too.
As a final note, I've figured out how to put stuff onto google docs now, so if anyone wants to read my novella or other longer stories, let me know.
Portrait #1
A child in the cold
plays basketball
with a father
who isn’t there.
The wind skirts by him
like a stranger,
or his mother
who isn’t there
He stops to breathe the air:
cold, as is his stare
when he looks at you,
as you walk on by.
----------------------------
I like the idea of writing "portraits" and this was the first poem that I wrote as such, and probably my favorite such "portrait" as I feel that it really captures the situation and feeling.
----------------------------
Cocoon
A child under the ethereal moon
Gathers colors in his happy growing hands
His mind blossoms slowly in dreamless cocoon,
Starting the magic, imagining the man.
----------------------------
This poem was initially drafted using magnetic refrigerator poetry words. I love that stuff.
----------------------------
Symphony
Whisper spraying symphony
in the cautiously rushed water
is sweeter than honey.
----------------------------
Back in 8th grade, when we started going over poetry, our teacher wrote a bunch of random words on the board and we had to use some of them to make a short poem. I ended up enjoying my result quite a bit.
----------------------------
Some days the difference comes by night
Some days the difference comes by night:
A subtle glow behind deep shades of blue.
Wish a star to bless you with its light.
Always, it has been, the end is right
Though most complain and wish it wasn’t true.
Some days the difference comes by night.
It may be dark, but you retain your sight;
With ease look up, and find yourself a view;
Wish a star to bless you with its light
Or take the moon and bathe yourself in white,
Else we should sleep and find we’ve missed our cue
Discovering difference came by night.
Thus wait and see, the darkest dawn is bright;
Lift yourself to dream what you can do;
Wish a star to bless you with its light.
In darkness you lose yourself in fright
That those who gain life’s happiness are few,
But know the difference comes at night
And wish upon a star for light.
-----------------------------------
This is the first villanelle that I wrote and I quite enjoy it even now. Hope you do too.
As a final note, I've figured out how to put stuff onto google docs now, so if anyone wants to read my novella or other longer stories, let me know.
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