Up late (it's late when you have to get up at 5:30AM, Monday-Friday) copying over my story from my notebook to what I'm actually going to hand up....it's changing a lot from the original version (at least in my opinion)...so I'll put up one of them probably tomorrow...
Although I suppose I could put a little part...
An old cottage in the middle of the forest, burnt to cinders, the culprit; one husband, Jeff, the victims ; his wife, Jeanette and son Thomas.
He stumbled away from the wreakage he created, probably off to find a bar, his wife was nowhere to be seen.
Just then, a figure arose, her white skin paler than usual, her hair, now jet black, hung in front of her face like a creature from a horror movie, but the figure was no creature, but only Jeanette. Her son got up out of the ashes that was now his bed and went to his mother's side......
Well, hopefully it isn't too confusing so people would actually read the whole thing when I put it up.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
No Good Ideas
I was going through my old stuff (last year or the year before that)...and I found this...
A good idea is far away from me,
as far as far away can be.
Poem after poem I try to write,
even going far into the night.
Games, movies and other things are crowding my thinking,
It's obviously making me concentrate less on writing,
After so long I'm becoming dismayed,
Oh-no ! It's due Friday !
No good ideas are coming to my head,
it's as if all my good ideas are dead.
What should I do about this pain ?
I just hope that my poem isn't lame.
Yes ! I know what to choose !
It seems that I just won't lose.
My idea has just woken from sleep.
I'll write a poem so good that people would weep.
Notice how all the lines rhyme...this doesn't happen anymore.
Note : Let's assume for all intents and purposes that I wrote this on a Thursday...
We have an assignment from school,
to create a poem that should be original and cool.
But alas, when I search my mind,
there's nothing there but a dull design
We have an assignment from school,
to create a poem that should be original and cool.
But alas, when I search my mind,
there's nothing there but a dull design
of a bad poem without metre or ryhme.
A good idea is far away from me,
as far as far away can be.
Poem after poem I try to write,
even going far into the night.
Games, movies and other things are crowding my thinking,
It's obviously making me concentrate less on writing,
After so long I'm becoming dismayed,
Oh-no ! It's due Friday !
No good ideas are coming to my head,
it's as if all my good ideas are dead.
What should I do about this pain ?
I just hope that my poem isn't lame.
Yes ! I know what to choose !
It seems that I just won't lose.
My idea has just woken from sleep.
I'll write a poem so good that people would weep.
Notice how all the lines rhyme...this doesn't happen anymore.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
One more thing...
(In my Business notebook)
Life is blue, just like this pen.
Death is black, like the hearts of men.
Life is blue, just like this pen.
Death is black, like the hearts of men.
Lazy
Meh, I'm too lazy now to put up anything, plus I've got hw.... so just keep waiting and you'll get something...eventually.
Intro
Now that I'm a little more accustomed to blogging and the blogospehere, I'm setting up another blog which will be my blog to post my stories and that sorta stuff...so bascially
http://www.notafraidofmyshadow.blogspot.com/ - Personal blog.
http://www.notafraidofmyreflection.blogspot.com/ - Story/Poem blog.
http://www.notafraidofmyshadow.blogspot.com/ - Personal blog.
http://www.notafraidofmyreflection.blogspot.com/ - Story/Poem blog.
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