Random Stuff

July 12, 2011

2011-07-12T06:58:00.000-07:00

Why do I feel like I'm at a creative low point right now. I sit down and try to put all my thoughts down on paper and its clouded and messy. When school starts next month I'm going to make an extreme effort to write something everyday. Be that poems, short stories, or parts of a larger project I will definitely get something out every day.

March 22, 2011

2011-03-22T15:21:00.000-07:00

I'm a little bit saddened again today. I tried to take my sister outside and describe nature for her, but she didn't really want anything to do with it. She just spent the whole time running out finding things on the ground, that i wouldn't let her take home, and asking me random questions. I guess at her age I cant really expect her to fully appreciate nature fully, and I shouldn't expect her too. The whole time I was wishing, deep down, that I had taken my walk alone so I could have wrote something. Here's something I wrote in class the other day, when my classmates were causing all sorts of havoc and chaos.

Silence
noise, loud, obnoxious,
silence, whispered, reserved,
words spoken,
some to anger, some to not
said, mostly in the moment,
a few, slim, scarce,
remembered, feared,
words holding the power,
chaining reaction to reaction,
words unpredictable,
causing giant waves,
eventually crashing,
causing again,
noise, and then silence.

All my life seems like constant noise, I dont feel there is much I can do to avoid it. I've decided I really want to write, to be a writer. I'm not happy where my life is now, and it's easy for me to conjure up worlds for me to hide in. Maybe ill get the courage to write about one of those places sometime.

March 16, 2011

2011-03-16T01:24:00.000-07:00

Its late... real late. For some reason, every time im awake this late i get real thoughtful. Anything and everything runs through my brain. Tonight i was sad, i dont know why i was sad. However it left me with an idea for a poem, if you wanted to call it that.

Drown your mind,
with all your loud music and crazy friends,
but wait, because in the dead of night,
when your all alone,
there is no escape,
from your irrational thoughts,
and your determined fears.

Yep, there it is. Not very good, i know. But its what i was feeling put into words. So here i am, still awake late into the night. I feel a bit better now, after writing that. I have random collections of poetry all around my house and in my book bag, ill try and put those here. Good night