Is this goodbye ?

I have enjoyed being able to put my work out online for others to see, and honestly I would probably have never made my own blog if it weren’t for this class. Not because I didn’t want to, but because I was always a little to scared to jump into blogging. Although I probably won’t be an active blogger I may post occasionally far and few in between just because this is a great place to get your stuff out there even if people don’t read it. So for now I will say goodbye and thank you to anyone who has given me even a tiny bit of feedback, but in the future I may post just because I know I have a place to go. 🙂

Final Post

I’ve always enjoyed writing but never found the motivation to do so. Younger me has tried to write long stories but would find new ideas along the way I wanted to write about instead, so I’m not really a long story type of writer. I’ve never been good at dialogue written stories, and I still am not, but this class has definitely taught me how to write dialogue a lot better. I’m still learning and improving and this class helped in the fact that we go more into the structure of writing. I like to write shorter pieces using symbolism and many phrases that can be taken more than one way. I like to write pieces that could apply to more than one idea.

The piece I chose reflects a situation I was going through, I wanted to use a “scene” to express what and how I was feeling. The idea of finding myself and loving myself through loving all the good things around me. Like a walk to myself. I chose this as my favorite piece because I feel like it shows the type of writing style I enjoy the most.

Short Story : Such Nice Sounds

They all say she falls in love too easily,

too fast,

and too terribly hard for it to ever last.

8:16 pm

The day has begun to end with the sun lowering to meet the horizon, and the sun began to leave behind a rainbow of colors dancing in the sky. My legs sat on either side of the paddle board soaking in the warm surface of the water. The scene was breathtaking, instant love, but once the sun set it would be time to move on to loving the stars.

9:23 pm

The cool wet sand welcomes me back to land after living on the water embracing the calm for hours. The stars began to decorate the sky and the moonlight lit my surroundings giving me a way home. He followed me at a distance, but making sure I knew he was there.

“When will you come back?” I asked not expecting any answers.

I felt a saddening weight drag behind my steps.

“I know you aren’t really here, but my love for you will keep you here, just trust me.” Reassurance stained my voiced pulling at his trust.

The rest of the walk home remained silent between us. But the suffocation of crickets and frogs drowned out the outward silence, keeping the air heavy. The pebbles rolled and flew underneath my feet finding a new home along the road.

9:54 pm

As I neared my driveway I began to fall in love with every piece of grass growing around me, the air that consumed me, and the smell of dew beginning to form with the cooling of the night.

“Well, I’ll be back again soon. We both know you aren’t allowed to follow me in.” I tried to hide the pain in my voice, for I know it’s for the best.

It’s harder to fall in love with the things too familiar to forget, and if I can’t continue to fall in love, the pain of him will consume me. So I embrace the love of all the nice sounds around me until I reach my front door. Inside is the time I spend loving nothing else but myself, so I part with my new and former loves at the door. And begin the walk to myself.

Short Story : Such nice sounds.

They all say she falls in love too easily,

too fast,

and too terribly hard for it to ever last.

8:16 pm

The day has begun to end with the sun lowering to meet the horizon, and the sun began to leave behind a rainbow of colors dancing in the sky. My legs sat on either side of the paddle board soaking in the warm surface of the water. The scene was breathtaking, instant love, but once the sun set it would be time to move on to loving the stars.

9:23 pm

The cool wet sand welcomes me back to land after living on the water embracing the calm for hours. The stars began to decorate the sky and the moonlight lit my surroundings giving me a way home. He followed me at a distance, but making sure I knew he was there.

“When will you come back?” I asked not expecting any answers.

I felt a saddening weight drag behind my steps.

“I know you aren’t really here, but my love for you will keep you here, just trust me.” Reassurance stained my voiced pulling at his trust.

The rest of the walk home remained silent between us. But the suffocation of crickets and frogs drowned out the outward silence, keeping the air heavy. The pebbles rolled and flew underneath my feet finding a new home along the road.

9:54 pm

As I neared my driveway I began to fall in love with every piece of grass growing around me, the air that consumed me, and the smell of dew beginning to form with the cooling of the night.

“Well, I’ll be back again soon. We both know you aren’t allowed to follow me in.” I tried to hide the pain in my voice, for I know it’s for the best.

It’s harder to fall in love with the things too familiar to forget, and if I can’t continue to fall in love, the pain of him will consume me. So I embrace the love of all the nice sounds around me until I reach my front door. Inside is the time I spend loving nothing else but myself, so I part with my new and former loves at the door. And begin the walk to myself.

The House on the edge…

The house sat wobbly over the concrete edge. Everything was left frozen in action, waiting to pick up speed again. Earthquakes of movements, and misted water tested the houses stability. Giant sirens of wind chimes burst through the air, wobbling the house up and down on the edge. Rumbling began and plunged the house down in to sopping wetness of the ocean below. Tsunamis whipped the little home to and fro. Tossing and turning with the waves it all fell silent in the house. Laying at the bottom the house disappeared beneath. All hope seemed lost until the giggling brown eyed girl placed it upon the ledge once more, safely away from the edge.

Night.

The night showered me with rain.

My mind began to overflow,

But as always, I will refrain.

The buildup may cause pain,

My eyelids act as wipers.

The night showered me with rain.

If only the words wouldn’t stain,

Maybe I wouldn’t want to scream.

But as always, I will refrain.

Never appreciated by name,

I wish I never dreamed.

The night showered me with rain

If I speak I’ll sound insane.

It needs to stay out of the light.

But as always, I will refrain.

If only I wasn’t me.

Not running faster and faster.

The night showed me with rain.

But as always, I will refrain.

Reflection :

The poem I have written above is a Villanelle, I chose this type of poem because I really liked the repetitive nature in the sentences that were important to repeat and keep throwing in. This poem to me was a way to express the weight of feeling and loneliness late at night, not being able to escape the night so you have to learn to embrace it. The rain can symbolize many things but to me it symbolizes a weight of sadness that keeps pouring and sometimes, instead of treading its okay to drown for a little bit and accept what you are feeling and talk about it with people, not keep it in the dark.

I had always liked poetry but never knew how many forms poetry actually had, so before this I felt like poetry seemed confusing and kind of the same between people. But after learning poem structure and types I enjoy it a lot more. It’s a really nice way to express anything your mind thinks of or sees.

Two Faced


Brady

I still have that stupid mirror, the mirror that haunts me to this day, all because I broke it when I was 16. Call me paranoid if you want  but this mirror changed my life and not in a good way.

My name is Brady Davis, I’m 21 years old, and there’s a person living in my head. It all started the day I accidently broke a pocket mirror, we all know the superstitions around breaking a mirror, and my bad luck was Braxton. He’s like my internal broken mirror, he reflects everything I don’t want to see in myself.

I live alone in my apartment, no roommate, and no pets.It gets pretty lonely but I really don’t mind it. I look over at my counter at the sound of a buzz and see a text from Mia. She is my childhood best friend and has stuck through it all with me. But lately I’m more hesitant to talk to people, afraid of Braxton ruining things I isolate myself which has landed me in therapy, again because of my mom.

Mia: Hey Brady!, we should grab a bite tonight and catch up!

I felt immediate guilt balling up in my stomach, I wanted so badly to be able to go out with her. And for once in a while actually have a good time. She knew I wasn’t going to make it tonight, nor did I make it any other night, He is just here all the time watching my every move picking a perfect time to counteract it. I shot a quick “I can’t tonight text”, I figure if I push her away I’m saving her from Braxton. Almost immediately after responding I got this awful sick feeling and my vision began going black, which meant Braxton was taking over. Great.

I woke up in my bed only to see three days had passed, it’s getting worse. I figured it would get worse but I knew I could never be ready for this, how long before I wake up years later? I rush to find my phone and see it on the counter, I sigh in relief until I see my new messages.

Boss: Hi just wondering if you knew you work today, 30 mins ago your shift started.

Mom: Brady! How are you doing!

Mia: You really should get out of the house more, staying in doesn’t do any good.

Boss: Seeing that you’ve missed three whole shifts in a row with no notice, we are going to have to let you go. You’ll get a check in the mail.

I hated that stupid job anyway, so I guess that’s one good thing. I shot my mom a text saying I was alright, not mentioning the 3 day blackout though, I don’t like to worry her. My chin wrinkled up reading Mia’s text, I felt so bad ignoring her but, it really was for the best. Things don’t seem too messed up apart from the job so I guess Braxton didn’t mess me up to bad.

Braxton

I mean good I really do, but Brady constantly villanizes me. It’s kinda funny I can hear and see everything he does, he’s a paranoid one. So after he denied going out with Mia I knew I had to take over, so I did. Took Mia out and acted as much as Brady as I could but added in a little spice, he’s kind of bland these days. You know he likes to blame all his problems on me, kinda sad but not my problem.

Boss: Hi Just wondering if you knew you work today, 30 mins ago your shift started.

    As much as I want to play the role Brady gives me as a “bad guy” I’d rather just help out, and I don’t feel like working. So it’s a win win, I don’t have to work, and Brady can now go get a better job.

    I usually try to only take over for a day maybe but it feels good being able to move at my own command, not his. It’s like wooden poles moving your limbs for you, no control at all. I took the leisurely 3 days to myself, making sure to communicate with people, maybe someone will want to be this weirdos friend, it’s a stretch but I’m bored and pretty lonely. I spend any other day just watching someone else’s life play out like a movie in my eyes, and it’s not exactly a movie I want to be stuck watching. So I figure I can make the drama and go safely back inside to watch him deal with it.

April Write

I will be participating in NaPoWriMo for class, which stands for National/Global Poetry Writing Month! I don’t plan on writing daily poems but I may post a few here and there if I write some I really like. So I’ll be sure to post if there’s one I want to share! In the mean time I won’t be posting much until April is over. So till then, See ya !

Papas Dream

There had always been a big rolling chair placed at the head of my Papa’s pool table that my cousins and I weren’t allowed to sit at. But I had found myself sitting right in it, facing the stairs with my brother and cousins playing in a far off corner of the basement, their voices sounding distant and distorted. It felt like I was under water, calling out to them but my voice was muffled and they payed no attention. I was weighed down into the chair unable to move anything but my eyes and mouth. My eyes found themselves drawn to the top of the stairs that were seemingly looking right back at me. I could see a little sliver and the top of the stairs showcasing his creaky white back door. It was then when I saw his old white sneakers walk in-front of the door, stopping in his tracks only to wait for his dog Zoe who flew past me, happy to finally see my Papa after all these lonely years. The sad old tired Zoe I knew know looked so happy and healthy. She ran up those stairs that acted like a barrier between two worlds, and I knew Zoe finally made it back with my Papa to be reunited once again. My chair began to lean back keeping my held tight down to it until I felt a warm presence seeming as if I was being held. I woke up with a jolt in my bed, and a feeling of comfort in my heart.

States

So a little background info…

For Pom there are three competitions that are related, being it’s all the same teams going to these competitions. There is regionals (you find out if you qualify), MPA (extra comments), and States which is the final one.

Anyways in the last few years the Hartland Pom program has been improving a lot, and for a long time we stayed at the bottom of our division getting anywhere from 3rd to last and last place. But this year was so much different.

We aren’t a team who get butt hurt about our placing, we know that we did our best and left it all on the floor, the only problem is every year we feel like with the amount of work and time we put ourselves through for this one performance was not paying off.

We’d made a goal to shoot for top 3 in our division, which was a tall goal to meet given there were 10 teams in our division. But the moment of our final place announcements is one I’ll never forget.

We were all sitting in the circle full of nervous and giggly feelings, having watched other teams in our division perform earlier made me nervous feeling like they did better than us, not truly knowing how our performance went. We sat through the other divisions being called anxiously until it was finally our division.

Our nerves started bursting out of our bodies with excitement after we found out we got above 7th place…. Then when we got above 5th place we were all squirming around smiling at each other in pure happiness. Until finally the announcer spoke once again.

“And coming in second place…. Hartland Varsity!”

We all immediately jumped up and hugged each other through all our happy tears and squeals, and sense of relief and pay off took so much stress off our shoulders and everything we had worked for payed off. It was our big breakthrough and we had that sweet taste of being up there in the ranks, which caused new motivation and excitement for us all, knowing we will push just as hard if not more next competition season.