Books

Shadowing their footsteps, in
Sync. Sharing the experience, sharing
Emotion, sight, touch, movement. Somewhere
Else, someone new, but almost predicting
Turns of events. Foresight, but imperfect
Knowledge. The traveler's journey continuous in
An endless round. Different scene, different cast of
Characters, but your sympathies still
Evoked anew.

The feel of the page, the smell. The groove
Impressed into my hand. The whisper as
Pages turn. Literally a world in my
Hands.

These hands have the power to
Create. People, places. My vision shared.
My words emerge from their mouths,
My thoughts in their minds, my tone
Etched into their being. My ideas
Whispering through my fingers,
Framed within a cover that can't
Possibly contain the fullness of
My capacity.

Moving Forward is Always a Call to Adventure

Trinity is a girl who is shy around people she doesn't know, but is really social with people she does know. She is 18, a Senior in High school. She pays attention in class and likes to sit near the front. She goes through life one day at a time, and walks throught the halls with invisible blinders. She does well in school, and likes all of her teachers. She doesn't usually get involved with organizations or clubs. Then, graduation snuck up on her and she has the choice to go to college.

Will she go to college?
Will she meet someone special?
What will she major in?

Sixer

Stand Still

This is for the jailers, the dreamers, the gleamers. This is for the ocean-viewers, the bird-watchers, the star-gazers. This is for those who haven't gained the courage to rise, to make eye contact, to stand strong with shoulders back.

Stand Still.

This is for the empty memories. This is for the dusty shelves. This is for those who fight, for those who want to fight, but are too busy aquainting their eyes with the ground.This is for the bookworms who are too busy trying to live their lives through the fictional lives of others, that they never live for themselves.

Stand Still.

This is for the aspiring creators. This is for the unacknowledged artist. This is for the anorexics who have nonexistent confidence in themselves. This is for the awkward teens who haven't found themselves. Yet.

Stand Still.

This is for the stubby arm that can't yet reach far enough over the counter, but reaches easily into the hearts of others. This is for the stumbling one year old, who is still trying to get their feet under them. This is for the laid-off father. This is for the divorced family, for the breaking hearts.

Stand Still.

This is for the beaten girlfriend. For the small-town basketball team. This is for the crying mother. This is for the raging protestor. This is for the unclaimed orphans. This is for the lost, the hopeless, the hopefull. This is for the sad fairytail ending. This is for the happily-ever-after-couple.

Stand Still. Stand still and know, that the next day will come. That the sun will rise and sweep it's shining rays across the desert and the rainforest alike. Stand still and know that you have power within yourself, that you can make a change, that you can make a difference whether it be in the lives of just one person or the lives of a nation, you make a difference. Stand still and know that power emanates from your stored potential. Let the world fall silent around you and reach inside. Weild your potential.

So Stand Still.

This is for you.

Music can contain stories too

Freshmen by The Verve Pipe:
Plot: Two freshmen compromised, and the girl got pregnant. The guy abandoned her, going on vacation to forget her. The girl committed suicide by overdosing on valium, killing her and the baby. The guy harbors great guilt. He can't stand it, and tries to say it's not his fault, "Can't be held responsible."
Character(s): The guy, the girl, and the unborn baby.
Conflict: The guy's guilt vs. his insistence that he can't be held responsible.
Theme: Take precautions, don't think you're too wise. Don't assume you'll never fall. You never know how much you love someone until they're gone.
Setting: They're teens, coming into the thick of life with too much confidence. It's a heavy-atmosphered song.

Love Story by Taylor Swift
Plot: Romeo and Juliet fall in lover, but Juliet's dad won't let them have a relationship. They meet each other in secret, and in the end, Romeo proposes.
Character(s): Romeo, Juliet, and Juliet's dad.
Conflict: Juliet's dad won't let them associate.
Theme: Love comes through in the end.
Setting: There's a balcony, stairs, gardens, etc.

So much to complain about....

I'm tired of doing chores that are messed up soon after I'm done doing them. I'm tired of my messy room. I'm tired of homework. I'm tired of school. I'm tired of going to bed late and waking up early. I'm tired of being dependent on my parents. I'm tired of no one asking me out. I'm tired of feeling insecure(even if it's the tiniest bit). I'm tired of still needing permission for everything even though I'm 18 already. I'm tired of owing my parents. I'm tired of the cold. I'm tired of feeling stressed with school work. I'm tired of procrastinating, I'm tired of ignoring my inner voice that tells me I should be doing something important. I'm tired of only thinking about my stories, and not writing them. I'm tired of being tired. I'm tired of this.

The Hero's Journey

Ordinary World: Frodo is from the Shire, a green, peaceful, and plentiful place. Everyone is happy and carefree. He lives with his uncle, Bilbo Baggins. They are preparing for his uncle's birthday. They are partiers. "Go on Sam, ask Rosie for a dance."
Call to Adventure: The ring Bilbo gave Frodo is really the evil ring forged by Sauron. "One ring to rule them all, one ring to find them, one ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them."
Meeting with the Mentor: Gandalf tells Frodo that he needs to take the ring out of the Shire. "But it cannot stay in the Shire." When they're in the Mines of Moria, Gandalf gives council to Frodo. "So do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us."
Crossing the Threshold: Frodo and Sam take the ring away. "If I take one more step, I'll be the farthest away from home I've ever been."
Tests, Allies, Enemies: The ring wraiths a following Frodo, and throughout the journey they have multiple encounters. Frodo and the fellowship is made, and they face many trials. Frodo and sam split from the group and travel on their own. They confront Gollum and he becomes their guide. They endure hunger and fatigue. They just keep going and enduring. "What are we holding onto Sam?" "That there’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo. And it’s worth fighting for."
Approach: When Frodo and Sam are at the ends of their energy on the volcano, Sam rallies morale, and helps Frodo to the end. "Come on Mr. Frodo. I can't carry it for you! But I can carry you! Come on!"
Ordeal: Frodo succumbs to the ring's temptation, and loses himself. Frodo then fights with Gollum, and the ring is destroyed.
Reward: Sauron is destroyed. Sam and Frodo are saved.
The Road Back: Frodo wakes up in Rivendell and sees the fellowship members again. Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin all go back to the Shire.
Resurrection: Frodo is thought dead after Shelob's lair, but he is alive.
Return with Elixir: After Sauron is destroyed, peace returns to the land.

I'm So Jealous...

William Ernest Henley's "Invictus" really made me envy his skill. In such a smooth rhythm and with the powerful words and ideas, he is able to convey such a profound concept as individual choice and accountablility. Pride. Stuborn endurance. Responsibility. "I thank whatever gods may be/ For my unconquerable soul." "My head is bloody, but unbowed." "I am the master of my fate./I am the captain of my soul." His statements are so inspirational, so confident. It reminds people just how in control of their own lives they are. Every action or reaction is under your control. You are accountable for whatever outcome comes of your own doing.

Jealous of the concept.
Jealous of the feeling.
Jealous of the power.
Jealous of the impact.
Jealous.

Love

Love is the rain on my window. Love is the tantalizing taste of chocolate. Love is the fireflies blinking on and off. Love is the dawn. Love is the adrenaline rushing through your veins. Love is the wish made on a shooting star. Love is a smile. Love is the sharp pain of loss. Love is taking a chance. Love is the laughlines etched in your face. Love is a bookstore. Love is the tapping of your feet. Love is the unquestioning trust. Love is preparing for hard times. Love is embracing each new day. Love is laughing at your mistakes. Love is being there. Love is dancing all night long. Love is smiling even when it hurts. Love is holding hands. Love is moving on. Love is the rolling storm. Love is life.

Self Image - ME

Who am I? How do I see myself? I am a smart person who does well in school. I work hard. I love coming to school. I like to sit in the front, where I can best see the board and hear the teacher. I love learning new things. I always have a hard time choosing my classes, becasue I have to weigh and consider them all and slowly rule out classes by level of my interest. I love reading, I love drawing, and I love music. I'm a bright person who is nice to others. I smile a lot and have a good attitude about things. I don't let things bother me, especially if it's out of my control. Okay...I admit that I'll still fret a bit, but mostly I don't worry so much. I know that I'll do my best, and go from there. I love who I am. I love being me. I wouldn't change me for anyone. The only thing I outright dislike about myself is my procrastination habbit. It causes grief. I hate it. If I hate it so much, why can't I seem to change it? I just...keep doing it. Why?! I've been trying to get rid of it for years now..hm...maybe 'trying' is the wrong word. Rather, I've acknowledged that I have a problem. I just can't seem to make myself take the steps to get rid of it. I haven't 'tried' yet. If I want it to go away, I have to take an active stance against it.

Boulevard of Broken Dreams

I walk alone. I walk alone. The sky is dim. The air is thick. The atmosphere is oppressive. I walk alone. I walk alone. A blank page. Unmet expectations. Disappointment. Not taking the initiative. Letting it slip away without even having reached. I walk alone. I walk alone. No one with me. No one in sight. Tears fall to the dust. I walk alone. I walk alone. A piano gathering dust. A blustery gust of wind whips my hair into my face, into my eyes. I cannot see clearly. I walk alone. I walk alone. An empty hand. An unkissed mouth. Pure but alone. Walking alone. The sun doesn't rise on a new beginning, but perpetually sets on what little there is. I walk alone. I walk alone. Houses crumble to the ground around me. Echoes resound all around, and fade into obscurity. Nothing can really penetrate this silence. Imobility seizes me. My mind grows numb. Thoughts are sluggish, fighting to the surface. Restrained. I cannot remember. I cannot recall. I cannot go on walking alone. Always alone.

I'm Thinking About You

I'm thinking about you. I'm thinking about you like stars think about the moon. Like I would walk through a typhoon... Just for you. I'm thinking about you like books think about words. Like poems think about rhymes. Like melodies think about notes. Like my melody's full of you. I'm thinking about you like pencils think about sketchbooks. Like paintbrushes think about canvass. Like your color stains my world. I'm thinking about you like summer thinks about popcicles. Like wind thinks about leaves. Like winter thinks about snow. Like you dictate my seasons. I'm thinking about you like sleepers think about dreams. Like you stir my dreams. I'm thinking about you like princesses think about princes. Like dragons think about gold. I'm thinking about you like coal thinks about diamonds. Like catapillars think about butterflies. Like tadpoles think about frogs. Like you inspire my transformation. I'm thinking about you like pirates think about treasure. Like dreamers think about adventure. Like explorers think about discoveries. Like you're my best discovery.

Direct Orders

You are under direct orders to rock the *cuss* out. Rock out like it's a full moon tonight. Rock out like the stars shine just for you. Rock out like you just got the courage to confess, and he likes you back. Rock out like you passed all of your classes. Rock out like she just took her first steps without your hands to hold her up. Rock out like your future is here, because it is. Rock out like you just turned 18 and the world suddenly became limitless. Rock out like you're barefooted and there's a whole forest ahead of you. Run. Rock out like you're with your friends. Rock out like you've just met the most amazing person. Rock out like you are the most amazing person that others meet. Rock out like a book you've been waiting for just came out on sale. Rock out like you get to sleep in 'till noon. Rock out like life is yours for the living.

Intro

This is a blog for my creative writing class. I intend to make full use of it and display my work and who I am through that work. I love writing, and I hope others will appreciate what I put here. The hardest step is the first. I may stumble, but eventually I will walk with a strong stride. Bear with me in these first steps.