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Like a Bird This Story Flutters Around in My Chest (Worldbuilding Prose)
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Like a Bird This Story Flutters Around in My Chest (Worldbuilding Prose). Wednesday, December 21, 2011. I have a story inside of me waiting to be written. This is a realization that is all-together exciting and terrifying, but mostly exciting. When I think about this story I am filled with joy, but this story comes out of me not in a torrent but as a leaky faucet. Here is a droplet from that faucet:. The man gave a curt nod as he rose from his prostate position at the king’s feet. “Your m...8220;I cannot...
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April 2011
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Thursday, April 28, 2011. Since I've been writing poetry since long before I started this blog, I'm going to post older poems as well as new stuff. Here's a little gem from the very beginning of the school year, back when I thought I was good at writing poetry but actually wasn't (as opposed to thinking I'm good at writing poetry and actually being good at it). This was my audition for my high school poetry slam team. Somehow I managed to make the team. Anyways, enough gab. Here's the poem. Inhabited onl...
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June 2011
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No Poem Today, but. Tuesday, June 28, 2011. I'm thinking about doing a poetry contest! Would anyone be interested? There would be a prize, something like a custom poem or picture and a feature of your blog, whether you write poetry or not. Post here if you'd like the challenge. I'll prolly do it once a month with a different theme or muse each month. Also, to avoid bias, I'll probably look for someone or two someones to help me judge. PS I'm going to a funeral, hence no time for a poem. :P. EVEN MORE OTH...
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September 2011
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Tuesday, September 20, 2011. That is to say, I'm going on a short hiatus until the end of October, because marching band and school have gotten the better of me, and it's unfair to make my readers constantly check to see when I've written a new post. :). Math on the Brain is Never a Shame. Inspirations A Play on Geometry Lessons. Wednesday, September 14, 2011. In Other News: I'm getting published! My 900-word life story. Is being published this month in an anthology of local life stories! I love to share.
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I Write a Sonnet
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I Write a Sonnet. Tuesday, January 3, 2012. I don't know how Shakespeare did it. Sonnets are hard! I mean, I could barely squeeze this one out, so I hardly can imagine how Willy wrote hundreds of them. I would probably die. Free-verse is more my thing. But then again, it seems everyone these days is doing free-verse. I'll be a non-conformist! The reason I wrote a sonnet? A Statue of Two Soldiers in New York City. Forgottens stand still in a sea of sick motion;. The pigeons hop dumbly from statue to other,.
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Darkness
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Tuesday, December 20, 2011. I stood outside in the dark for ten minutes at two in the morning. Here's what came of it:. There‘s a certain silence that follows the dark around like a little brother. It wraps itself around your legs and covers your ears as if to say “Guess who.” It stuffs your ears with cotton balls until all you can hear is the rush of two-a-m-travellers on distant roads, the roar of tired pilots landing their planes on the lighted airstrips. Can they who have not seen know light? How I f...
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December 2011
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Like a Bird This Story Flutters Around in My Chest (Worldbuilding Prose). Wednesday, December 21, 2011. I have a story inside of me waiting to be written. This is a realization that is all-together exciting and terrifying, but mostly exciting. When I think about this story I am filled with joy, but this story comes out of me not in a torrent but as a leaky faucet. Here is a droplet from that faucet:. The man gave a curt nod as he rose from his prostate position at the king’s feet. “Your m...8220;I cannot...
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The Man of My Dreams Is a Tree?!
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The Man of My Dreams Is a Tree? Wednesday, July 13, 2011. In other news: I'm feeling a little better, all. Inspiration has once again sprung forth, and I also couldn't wait to share what I've been working on the past few days. I realized that the reason I was feeling so yucky about blogging was that I had a set schedule that was putting way too much on my plate. Hence I have decided to throw out the whole posting schedule, and am now going to post once or twice a week. Have you ever had a dream in which ...
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January 2012
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I Write a Sonnet. Tuesday, January 3, 2012. I don't know how Shakespeare did it. Sonnets are hard! I mean, I could barely squeeze this one out, so I hardly can imagine how Willy wrote hundreds of them. I would probably die. Free-verse is more my thing. But then again, it seems everyone these days is doing free-verse. I'll be a non-conformist! The reason I wrote a sonnet? A Statue of Two Soldiers in New York City. Forgottens stand still in a sea of sick motion;. The pigeons hop dumbly from statue to other,.
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August 2011
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Ah, But There Are No Excuses For What I Have Done. Tuesday, August 30, 2011. All the same, let's not jump to conclusions. These weeks preceding the start of school have been on heck of a ride, which is why most of my readers have assumed my death (well, so I assume). But as my seventh grade science teacher once said:. When you assume, you make an * * of u and me. She swore in class, and our young minds were scandalized. To this day I have yet to recover. She was kind of mean. B Days: AP Literature (I sti...
