Home for the Summer

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So many voices to filter through

But i have not a way to tell which is true.

They're all bumbled and jangled,

And hoplessly tangled.

For to follow one might cause,

You to come to a sudden pause-

a decision. What to say, What to believe,

But take care for the voices may try to decieve.

The voices conflict, what is right, what is wrong,

You've one thing to do, to simply stay strong.

Several Poems from College

Throughout my first year of college so far, I've actually been writing a decent amount. This is just a couple of them. Both were written by me, Damon. The first one is unfinished, and i would go ahead and finish it, but I haven't yet discovered the ending of it. 

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People shrieking

Always laughing

Never thinking

Only doing

Always Wanting

Wanting Wanting.

Simply buying

Never knowing…

I wrote this second poem while i was in the middle of a mental block for an essay. So to spark my thoughts, I wrote the word "Write" on a sheet of paper. Just below it I wrote the next word that came to mind, which was "Flight". I did this for 16 words, then wrote a poem with each of the words starting a line. Most of it is nonsensical, but i had fun with it.

WRITE

Write for the purpose of changing lives

Flight when the time, you know, is right

Fight, not a friend, but the Dark inside

Night is the the best way to end a day

Right is the path you follow in life

Day is the time to fight the wrong

Wrong is the path that begs you to stay

Fray is what happens to shorts all along

Song is the way to commune with the heart

Bray is the song to sing to a throng

Long is the life and the path on the way

Fae is the feeling of love in the short

Short is the time you have to remorse

Faerie dust can’t help you, only you can

Snort is the noise a Joke doth create

Merry is the feeling when you accept yourself.

Poetry on Facebook

So Samantha and myself were talking about poetry over Facebook and we decided that we should try writing some together. I got on Facebook a couple days later and saw the first six lines down below waiting for me! I got excited and just started writing another verse. Since this was Samantha's first time, I gave her a color. Damon Samantha

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The waves were crashing,

Sails were thrashing,

The wood groaned,

The sailors moaned,

The rain pelted,

And hopes melted.

The waters rose,

The men all froze,

The dark blue wall,

Began to fall.

The roiling wave,

Beginning to cave,

Bent over the boat,

Just barely afloat.

And when it fell,

The men all yelled

And the timbers smashed,

As the waves crashed.

Greenberg, Idaho

Greenberg, Idaho

Bored, bored, bored

And the words pound me down

I write more, more, more 

It's the terror of the town

Greenberg, Idaho

With nothing much to do

Welcome to our town

With absolutely nothing new

The words are my waves 

In a place with no ocean

My stories keep me awake 

Keep me constantly in motion

In a town with low crime rates

but suicide rates so high

You always better mean it

Whenever you say good-bye

We've lost countless citizens

to the melancholy of being still

it takes effort to keep moving

lack of passion will kill

So I write to escape 

and I write to find joy

and perhaps I also write

To create the perfect boy

Because pimply, peeping Billy

And greasy, gross Todd

Are all Greenberg has to offer

I mean, for the love of God!

So I slide into my stories

Entering a magical land

With the elves and dragons

And Demetrius John Fredand

I love my mystical world

The gnomes are fun, surely

But it's handsome Demetrius who moves my pen

With his black hair long and curly

Oh Demetrius! Sweet Demetrius

With lips so soft and red

What I would love to do with you

In in a soft, feathery bed

So as my neighbors live in agony

Boring themselves to their end

Demetrius and I will spend the night

His love my stillness will mend

'Till I forget Greenberg, Idaho

A town with nothing much to do

Disappearing with Demetrius

Where there is always something new

Limericks

So, the first semester is over and we are no longer all in the same government class. I'm not sure when we'll get the chance to write together again, but for now I'll just post the rest of the poems I have waiting.
We had a bout of limerick-writing one period.With four of us writing, the rotation allowed for one person to start and end a limerick, and for everyone else to have one line per poem. While reading, be advised that each separate stanza is in fact an entirely different limerick. As a reminder: Damon Michaela Kristin Andrew

Limericks

There once was a woman from Wales

Who developed a soft bunny tail

With a large pair of antlers to match,

Her Christmas sweater's patch

Was colored the exact same shade as her nails

The man I loved; his name was Sam

But the truth I found; he was a sham

He gambled and cheated

And lies he bleated

Rather like a most obnoxious lamb

     oh damn!

I found a most unsavory smell

At the bottom of a deep, dark well

So I peered down

Wearing a frown

I tripped and down to hell,

    I fell.

The time has come to drink some rum

So hurry up and get me some

Some gin too!

But just don't spew

'Cause then I'll run and spank your bum

New Players and Poem the First

Luckily for us, it seems that it's not only AP Spanish that allows for poetic creativity, but also the lovely AP Econ/AP Government combo. I now have a small collection of partner poems from that stimulating class, and I figured it was time to post them. Two more people have joined Damon and me in the poetry pass-around, Kristin and Andrew. Perhaps I will begin posting the rest of the poems with some sort of weekly regularity, as if this were one of those blogs where people sit there refreshing the page, impatient for the next update. I can dream. Anyways, I figured I'd begin with one all four us us wrote, so without further ado...

Poem the First (of 12th grade)

He feels sad,

really quite bad

though he's had

fun, he is mad.

Dared to steal that woman's purse

Now he'll have to live with curse

Her voodoo magic will carry out

The punishments he's heard so much about

It had been so easy

to look so sleazy

his gelled hair carried clout

but it was harder to carry it out

Fancy dress and smooth drawl

Seducing her had been a ball

All the while never knowing

That into his doom he was going

He knew right when the trap was sprung,

Like when you knew you have been stung

on the hand when you go to grab a flower

Or when there starts a sudden shower.

She'd made him infertile

Like an old, sad turtle

The sex was something

But his wife bore nothing

Set One: Character Profiles

So, Cassie Clare is holding an open Clockwork Angel art competition with the prize being one ARC of Clockwork Prince (!!!). My friends and I took this as an excuse to dress up in fun costumes and take ridiculous pictures. Here is the product: three sets of photographs depicting us cosplaying as five characters from Clockwork Angel. Set One is character profiles; Set Two is character reactions if they ever were to get their hands on a copy of Clockwork Angel; Set Three is various moments from or based on the book, and even one a moment from a teaser for Clockwork Prince.

Without further ado, please enjoy our final product!

Tessa Escapes Into a Book

Will Contemplates

Jem's Deathly Remedy

Jessamine and Her Parasol

Nate the Gambler