This week was absolute hellfire and damnation. I had to write an 8 page research paper, read Hemingway, write a paper on Hemingway, and poetry? Yeah it was really rough this week to try to poetry, so I used poems that I wrote last week. I wish I could go back there, last week was an inspiring time…
Anyway, we have things to discuss.
My first poem “Bird.” was written outside in our school courtyard. I saw this black bird swoop down into the courtyard and I was just inspired. I couldn’t figure out what to write about with my inspiration. So I wrote the word “bird” on this receipt I found in my book. The original copy of this poem is actually on a Toadstool receipt for Hemingway. Pretty great. So I imagined this happening at night in my mind’s eye, but I was writing it in the sun, so I was a little confused in my head. That was a struggle so I understand the confusing imagery. I personally like this poem, I like the idea, but I couldn’t execute well enough. Do better next time?
My second poem was also written in the courtyard, with my poem bff, Jules. In a way, I kind of wrote it for her. So yeah this is real personal. I love just spending time with her because she makes me feel better about myself and so happy, no homo. 😉 I tried to write my feeling down so I’m not sure how that went. Basically sunshine and happiness and yeah, rock n roll.
Well that’s about it for this week. I just cannot with poems this week, or life. I’m gunna be sick next week, so don’t expect anything too grand.
Also, sorry I didn’t work on the epic this week. There wasn’t enough time in the day, or night.
So this week is tough and it’s only Wednesday. I just have so much homework and other things to do. Ugh, such a struggle.
Anyway, shall we poetry?
My first poem is the mildly depressing poem called “Don’t Worry.” I say it’s depressing because of why I wrote it. I wrote it to cheer myself up because lately I’ve been feeling like I try really hard at everything I do, but nothing comes of it. For instance, I tried to qualify for a state meet in track yesterday. I worked all season toward it, and guess who didn’t make it? I wrote this poem in the midst of an emotional breakdown. I just needed to know that everything was going to be okay and that my hard work would pay off because it’s exhausting. I kill myself slaving over everything I do and it’s stressful never mind hard, or mentally and physically taxing. So yeah, that poem is good for that.
My second poem is part three of “Destroyer of Moon.” This week’s edition is actually good. I really like how it is turning out so far. I want to go back next week and ad in some more detail of the whole destruction thing, but I think the end is near. I changed the “hero” to Mother Nature because she is so bad ass and I think she is a beautiful opportunity to destroy mankind. 🙂 So love for Mama there. I haven’t made up my mind whether or not mankind will totally be destroyed or if Mother will let one or two good humans live to repopulate. Not sure yet, suggestions?
That’s all for this week. If you guys don’t mind, send me some good vibes? Thanks! We shall reconvene next week to poetry again.
Hello my people! And thank you for this warm welcome back into the land of the living!! I had an AP English exam today that absolutely killed my hand, and my brain no less. Anyway we must begin our quest into the land of poetry.
Lets start with the “ABC’s” one. As I’m sure you can tell, it was part two of a larger poem at work. Basically the entire poem is about the inner workings of a gang, just with alliteration and wordy words. I super love this poem. Probably because I worked so hard on it, I mean I started the first half of it last year around this time. Granted I wasn’t working the whole time on the poem but I think you get the jist of what I’m saying. I have nothing else to say, I just love that poem. (Oh, there’s this poetry contest, think I should submit it??)
And we shall venture onward in our quest to poetry. So the epic isn’t actually that bad. I really wasn’t sure where to go next, and it’s an epic so it has to be long and awesome and I just wasn’t sure about anything. I think that the Anshar lady, who is actually the Egyptian goddess of the sky, was kinda weird. I got the idea from someone to do a hero-thing so I thought I need a god in here. So I put a goddess in there, because women, and it didn’t turn out how I wanted it to. After conspiring with my poetry bud, we decided that Mother Nature would totally be kick ass. So next week I’m going to be doing some revising and put some more mama in there.
So far so good this week 🙂 I haven’t gotten sick yet so that’s awesome for me. (I get sick a lot; like every weekend no joke.) So “yay meeeeeeeeeee!!” See you people next week, don’t miss me too much 😉
So this week was a deep week for me and my poetry, I think I’m starting to get back into the hang of it all.
The first poem I want to talk about is the untitled one. It was originally a class assignment where we had to make a teacher become the student. It was suppose to be a fiction exercise but I write poetry so I rebelled and wrote a poem instead. This poem is the first of its kind for me. I had never written a poem with characters and dialogue before and it was a fun experience. I liked getting to incorporate voices other than my own. I was inspired to write this poem by my dad. He was born premature and needed oxygen to survive. Due to the lack of oxygen at birth, he went pretty much blind (he has a -8.something prescription which is very bad). He doesn’t need oxygen tubes or anything like that but I thought that adding the tubes made it more dramatic. The poem inside a poem idea was pretty cool, right? I’m proud of that. I really like it.
The second poem this week was “Fast Car.” All day I’ve been singing that song because of the title. Anyway, I got inspired to write this poem in the car on my way home from work on Monday night. It was a little rainy and the oncoming headlights illuminated the raindrops on my windshield. I was soo inspired that I turned off my music and started coming up with the poem out loud. Don’t worry, I was alone so it wasn’t awkward or anything. I’m not sure how I came up with the message for this poem, but I think it’s kinda cool. I wanted to comment on how fast paced everything is in our lives and how no one really stops to take a look around. I might add more to it and repost it sometime because I feel like it needed to be longer.
So yeah, poetry, rain, and the like. (I should write a poem about that! Just inspired myself 🙂 )
It’s week number eleven, not week number once as in “once upon a time.” But I understand the confusion. I just thought I would clarify now instead of getting a bunch of comments about it, because I’m that popular.
Anyway, shall we poetry?
The first poem I want to talk about is the one called “WTF.” The title came after the poem, in case you were wondering. But I was inspired by a thought of mine in class one day, I thought a poem is not a poem without a rhyme. Now, obviously this is not true, but I thought that and decided to write it in my journal to save for a later date. Well, Monday was that later date. When I reread that line I could hear this old, black, jazz musician saying that with some music in the background. So, I wrote the poem with that voice in the back of my mind. But as I continued to write, my original inspiration became exhausted; it seemed that my poem was going to shit, as they say. I ended up just writing down what I was thinking about my poem as I kept writing. Now don’t get me wrong, I really tried to write this beautiful poem with a beautiful voice, but I just couldn’t. The more words I wrote down the more bricks I kept adding to my writers block. In the end I cut my losses and sacrificed beautiful inspiration, but what else could I do?
My second poem, “Destroyer of Moons,” was actually decent. I wrote the stanzas in haikus 🙂 My original inspiration came from these craft notes I read that said “melted by the moon” and I thought that was so cool and so different, because everything is melted by the sun, but to be melted by the moon? That’s inspiring. As I wrote, I remembered that haikus are about nature and all that, so I saw it fitting to comment on how mankind is destroying nature. The poem should be obvious, other than my inspiration, I hope you get the jist of it.
Thanks guys, as usual it was a pleasure and I had fun ranting about my poems. 🙂 See you all next week, hopefully with more inspiring poetry. Maybe I’ll just plagiarise something….
So, the SATs… Yup, that was my week never-mind these poems I have written. Obviously, I was not 100% in the poetry zone this week; and therefore, I apologize.
The first poem I’m going to talk about is the one called “We Are All Poets at Heart.” Mi amiga, Julia, said this to me when we were just chatting it up in class. I was like “Yo, I am so inspired, I’m going to write a poem.” Then she was like “Hey, me too!” And thus our poetry twins were born. Mine, obviously, is better, but hey she just came over to the dark side so I’ll cut her some slack 😉 JK. But really, I like my poem. I used the line breaks to my advantage this week. Honestly, there was supposed to be more about all the secondary lines but I think I forgot. It still turned out okay. I wanted to draw attention to the fact that we all struggle, and we all have to fight to make it through. So the motion from pens and paper to a revolution was symbolic to me. I wanted to start with a relate-able (ok idk whats wrong with this word, but Auto-correct is going nuts so Ima leave it alone, sorry for the awkward dash) thing, then get a little deeper and move into a less serious more metaphoric place.
The second poem, coincidentally my second poem about rain, was called “Right as Rain.” I wrote it in gigan form which is my total fave! and I love the rain! it was really a win win situation here. (It’s actually raining right now and I’m soo happy.) Anyway, I stuck with the love theme and went with “rain is alliteration” because I absolutely adore alliteration (see what I did there?). it took me a while to come up with just that line because I wanted to make a metaphorical comparison, but I couldn’t figure out what. Atlast, I found my metaphor, so naturally I hate to alliterate the whole poem. I only used “r” because, you know “r”ain. I like this poem, it took me a long time to craft, which is probably why I wasn’t as focused during SATs, but hey, rain inspires me. 😉
P.S. Pluviophile – (n) a lover of rain; someone who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy day
Thanks Julia 😉 ❤
Yo, homies! Sorry I’m so late, but I’ve been wicked lazy this week. Although, I think I’ve got some pretty decent poems. I did all revision this week on two poems I thought could use some help. I liked these poems before I revised, but they weren’t too too fantastic. Let’s talk poetry, shall we?
My first poem, the summer one, was originally “Love or Summer.” The poem with the unnecessary repetition? Yeah, I fixed that. I originally wrote the first part of the first draft in the horrid classroom, then I wrote the rest at home so it was a little choppy. I refound (I’m a poet, I can make words up) that inspiration while I was listening to my history teacher drone on and on and on about who knows what. So I took out my notebook and wrote exactly what I was thinking. Well, not exactly, I mean I couldn’t write down what I was really thinking and not feel guilty about it. But I really hate that history class, I’m going to write a poem about my hatred, mark my words… Anyway I took out the repetition, and added a lot of sass. I think you will like it.
My second poem, “Daddy?” is wicked depressing. It was originally “I’m Fine” but it was clear that everyone had no idea that the man in the poem was the girl’s father. So I made that more obvious and explained a little more of what was in my head. I like this draft better than the first. I haven’t got much to say about it other than I revised it, which is obvious.
By the way, the challenge I accepted last week, the no repetition? Done it two weeks in a row. So, where is my happy story, Julia?
Well, that’s it for this week. See y’all soon! Good luck you fellow writers and you aspiring freelancers, chao chao for now and until then, don’t be a stranger.