Poetry~Patchwork Poem

Together Forever
You were a saint, you were a queen.

Not that I did compare, but I do compare, now that you’re gone. 

The life from your eyes had faded away,

Like the little shadow that runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.

You closed your eyes, and did not open them again.
Caught in an eternal sleep,
Dreaming endlessly.
I'm gonna go where the rest of the dreamers go.
You and I will be forever, with each other.
And we will chase the dark together.

Poetry~Character

Prometheus' Punishment

There I lay, unmoving, uncaring, unfeeling.

The cool, metal restraints holding me down,

from running,

far away.

From hunching over,

and letting the pain consume me. 

The rock was solid behind me,

supporting me,

like a friend,

but mocking my helplessness,

like an enemy. 

My torso glittered with gold ichor. 

The pain was excruciating.

The sun blazed, unrelenting,   

like an open fire,

a teasing reminder of what I had done;

who I had betrayed. 

The thunder laughed and the lightning sparkled,

signifying its return.

I screamed in fright and agony,

wishing it would all end,

as the cry of the eagle echoed through my head.

Inspiration Song: Dear Agony- Breaking Benjamin

"Only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry."

                                -Cassandra Clare, author of Clockwork Angel 

Poetry~Sonnet

Abandoned

There is nothing left in this cold, cold world.

She left me standing on the small paved road. 

The moon was watching like a giant pearl.

I was nothing but baggage to unload. 

Her smile was soft and peaceful to me. 

Her words were beautiful and comforting.

Her eyes glittered bright and menacingly,

As she left me in the cold, shuddering. 

She just walked away with nothing to say,

Commanding me to stop when I followed. 

I continued to beg for her to stay,

But she did not stop, leaving me hollowed. 

That she would return, I did not believe.

I screamed loudly, "Mother, why did you leave?" 

"I love short stories because I believe they are the way we live. They are what our friends tell us, in their pain and joy, their passion and rage, their yearning and their cry against injustice."
                               -Andre Dubus

Short Story Unit

          One of the units I was most looking forward to in this course was the short story one. I find short stories extremely captivating because of their intensity and intriguing story lines as they are condensed into a few pages. Before this course, I read a couple of scary short stories which I really enjoyed because it captivated me with the characters, plot, setting, etc. as well as leaving my heart pounding. Even while reading a few disturbing stories, I found myself completely entranced.
          The characters that I really enjoyed from the stories that we looked at in class were the man from the short story Identities and the old man from the short story Imagine a Day at the End of Your Life. I believe that I found them extremely memorable because they weren't given a name. I had never read a story (from what I can recall) in which the main character wasn't named. I found it interesting that by not giving the character a name I was able to visualize the story a lot easier. Another reason as to why I liked these characters was that both were struggling about some aspect of their life. This gave me a sense of reality because everyone in the world struggles with something or the other; it helped make the story more real for me.

          I think the most challenging part of writing a short story was the page restraint. I felt that I wasn't able to say all that I had wanted to and couldn't describe the important parts of my story. One of my biggest problems is shortening things. I tend to get a little (okay, maybe a lot) carried away. But I'm hoping to change that. 

          I don't really have a specific type of short story that I like. I like everything that has an interesting and different plot and characters that you can connect to. I feel like if you're able to connect with the character, it gives you a different perspective on the story and makes you enjoy it a lot more. 

         

          The thing that I liked most about my short story was its plot. I thought it was an interesting situation though it was hard for me to write exactly what I meant. The hardest part to deal with had to have been the page limit. I think I could have lessened the description a little bit in order to concentrate more on the plot itself. That would have improved my story in my opinion. 

Poetry~Renga

Season's End
The leaves fall slowly,
Crimson blood seeps out of me,
As I near the end.

I breathe in and out, it hurts.
One more in and no exhale.

The snow falls silver;
blowing in my open eyes,
I watch myself rest.