Poetry

Hello world!

My Winter Break has finally begun! WOO-HOO! *partay*

I guess the biggest thing this week (besides being the last week of school in 2013!!!!!!!) is that I have written some stuff, both for school and on my own time.

I don't remember if I've said so, but poetry isn't really my thing. They make you write poems at least once in a while for Language Arts, but it was usually necessary to rhyme in earlier years. I guess I had fun writing it, but I just didn't really feel like I put heart into it. (I do when I write in here and in my stories.) But this year they didn't focus as much into the rhyme, and more into the other aspects of poetry, and I had to write 2-3 poems.

The first one, he had us do for homework right after showing us a TED Talk about a lady who has been going around speaking at high schools and stuff to inspire people to write poetry. One of the tricks she used was that everyone had to write the first few things that they knew to be true that popped into their heads, no matter how trivial, and just used one of those things to write a poem. He had us do that too. The truth I decided to use was that I wanted to be a an elementary teacher when I grew up. (Have I talked about this either?) That lady at the end performed one of her poems, and I personally liked it a lot, and my own was inspired by it. I liked writing it a lot more, and I put in more thought and feeling into it. It rhymed, I think, but it wasn't in a stiff format. A couple of days later, my teacher said he liked it so much he made copies of it and was going to use it as an example for future students! Imagine my surprise, and how impressed the people nearby were. *Imagining that awesome moment...* Yup. It was great. I just want to get the original copy back but he still hasn't...

And last week (as in the week I was talking about in the last post) we had to work on a rough draft for a new poem, which when I heard about the assignment, could barely wait to start writing! It was that we were supposed to compare our minds to something, and keep that symbolism going throughout the entire poem. The only idea in my head was to make my mind a library, and after the teacher showed some obvious things I could correct to make the poem better (it was things I was doubting already, so I changed it gladly), I became extremely happy with my masterpiece. Few people have read/heard it so far, and they said it was quite good. I hope anyone reading this likes it too.

Would You Like to Read a Book From My Mind?

My mind is like a library.

Some sections have such few books it's like that genre barely exists.

Some sections are so overpopulated the poor shelves groan from the weight.

Some sections are clean, tidy, organized,

Some sections you can barely see the floor, depending on who last handled it

although sometimes that person is me.

There are fiction books,

dreams, fake scenes- from Percy Jackson saving Annabeth,

to Kira writing the next name to face his wrath- that play over and over in your head

so often it's like you live in this fantasy world orchestrated by the author

and you actually wish with all your heart it was real

to escape reality forever

but you know it's just a story.

There are nonfiction books,

memories, things of the past once experienced and learned

that are described in a way that you imagine being there, whether you want to or not

and these history books can span from the beginning of time itself to you right now.

There are the informational books,

that have been updated with vocab and how-tos since I was born,

because, after all, you learn something new every day.

There are my autobiographies,

records, diaries kept locked in the back of my library, in which only I have the key

that log not only my everyday events and emotions

but my entire way of being.

And those that are privileged to read any amount of these accounts

(or sneak a peek without my knowledge)

may have critiqued the writer badly too many times

simply because they didn't understand fully

the reasoning, the mindset, the way this very library was built-

and they never would in a million years.

Most reviews are silent, but they are knives that can cut deep.

This library is new, naive, and probably not filled with as much knowledge as it should have at this point,

and the deeper you go it gets curiouser and curiouser,

(and every once in a while you might find a cat softly purring in its sleep,)

but it's mine.

Do you like it?! If you do, please say something! *tear* Hearing more spoken poetry really made me appreciate it more, and I hope it would do the same for you.

 Now, the other work of art I have written! On Thursday I wrote my first fanfic, and I posted it yesterday! *freaking out internally* I had been seriously thinking about writing something, but couldn't find an idea in my noggin that I was happy with and knew I could write. Then suddenly, the night before, it smacked me in the face, and I rubbed the pain away with a smile, thinking about how it would go. I worked on it in the morning during school, during all the little breaks I could get (AKA a moment where I had finished my work already and didn't have to listen to the teacher.) I wrote the last few paragraphs when I got home from school, and I reviewed it a few times before sending it to my new bud, I Am Darkrai. (I have also become friends with Tterit.) I decided I needed at least one person to read it before posting, cuz I personally thought it was kinda boring, but he loved it. (Also, my idea was inspired by some one-shots he's posted, and wanted to make sure he didn't think I was copying him.) For anyone who wants to read my first story on the internet, and maybe for Future Me, here's the link. https://www.fanfiction.net/s/9944405/1/Al-Meets-a-Star

This was kinda a big step in my writing career, because it's my first story using a character that already exists. (Luckily, I hadn't decided to write his thoughts or anything too deep, cuz then I would've gotten too worried about whether that even sounded correct or not...) It was also big because it's the first story I've ever written that was in 3rd person (except for a Cinderella story I never finished in 2nd grade), as far as I remember. I have always just written in 1st person, where you talk with "I" instead of "he/she," or pretty much how I write in this blog, except for the times when I talk directly to the readers in the form of "you," or 2nd person. Writing in 3rd person had made me even more nervous because of how I was referring to the characters. The perspective was leaning more towards the cat, and I have no idea if cats can tell the difference between boy/girl humans, plus I figured Al wouldn't find it necessary to check the gender of the cat. Everyone is referred to as and "it," therefore. I tried my best to use it in a sense that wouldn't confuse people, but I may have... If you read it please tell me if it's confusing! (P.S.- It's a two-shot, so in a few days the second half will be up, and after that who knows what stories I'll write and when.)

Wow, the paragraphs in this post are huge!!! O.O

I'll probably be posting on Christmas or right after or something, cuz it's break and I won't have much to do, but just in case, Happy Holidays! *confetti and sparkles and tinsel* Muah! Bai!