20 Final Post For Now

Looking through the last 19 posts, I found I've posted very little about myself. I think that just goes with my style. For some reason I've never really liked writing about myself. Although I have managed to become comfortable enough to post two posts about myself. Through this blog I discovered that I've written quite a few things of the last few years and my writing style has also changed dramatically. I've also learned to be braver and put my writing out there even if I'm not sure if other people will think its good. But through posting my writing I've become motivated to write better so I can share things that I know someone will like. Through writing my personal narrative, I've also learned how to better write about myself and someday I might even learn to like it. I enjoyed this blog assignment.

19 A Poem I started

Once a warrior fair of hair
travled the land in search of a foe to vanquish,
his armor shone bright,
and his sword flashed in the sunlight,
and all the fair madians in the land loved him,
and all bowed in respect before him,
or so he wished,
for he was only a young lowly kitchen boy,
who washed the dishes of the king,
or so he whished,
but he was only the sir dishwasher of the Baron of Midwythe.
The lowliest of low was the scullery boy,
for even his master was only lowest of the pride.

Life was dull and glum,
and the boy's only hope lay in his dreams,
but one day things changed,
as oft they do on warm spring days

18 My Not Quite Iambic Pentameter Poem

My face agaisnt the window pressed I stare
As darkness o'er the city streets doth creep.
Then rain pours down and then a candlw falres,
And mist begins to rise and indoors seep.

In quiet gloomy dark I sit alone
A flooroard creakes somewhere for down below
The books against the wall are all I've known
The shadows from the candlw dance and flow

One might the loneliness of quiet feel
The silence there is one that can't be broken
To disapate the folds of night I cannot will
The words I said as if not spoken

But in the deepening comfort of the night
My dearest cat is all I need tonight

17 A Poem About Myself

Song of Myself

I Celebrate Myself with stories,

of wealth untold,

swords of steel,

legends,

old and new.

I am the one who dives deep into fantasy,

and the world around me.

I see dark storm clouds racing across the sky,

I feel the wind in my hair,

I hear the song of a brook,

the rain on the roof,

I think of stories of possibilities,

that only I can think,

because there is only one Me.

There is only one of You.

16 Another Poem

The End of Imagination

The castle lies empty and forlorn,

atop the lone hill,

a glass coffin gleams,

still full,

once splendid,

the ballroom is now deserted,

swathed in cobwebs and gloom,

the yellow road is crumbling,

and weeds push through the stones,

a red hood lies torn on the forest floor,

a bright slash against the snow,

a glass slipper is broken,

shattered where it has fallen,

all is still in the world begotten by magic,

now long forgotten by laughter,

this is the world killed with fantasy,

when imagination has gone.

15 Personal Narrative Final

Besides Cloud

"Boys are stupid," the blonde girl said tilting her head.
"Yeah," the brown haired girl agreed.
"They're dirty and gross."
"They pick their nose."
"They're not so bad," Becky protested, glancing across the room at her best friend Henry.
"They are too." the blond said with a sniff.
"Maybe they're in loooove," a black haired girl sing songed.
"We are not!"
"Am too."
"Am not!"
"Totally in love," the blond said snickering.
Becky looked close to tears, but she pushed her glasses up, a determined look in her eyes.
I shifted in my seat. I didn't know much about boys, but I did know I didn't like that blonde girl and her minions.
"We're just friends!"
The other girls started giggling.
I crammed the rest of my peanut butter and jelly sandwich into my mouth and headed for the door. I hated bullies. Although I wanted to say something, I knew it was better to keep out of their way. Keep your head down and don't say or do anything to get their attention was my motto.
I sighed as the cool air hit me and the sun warmed the top of my head. I took a deep breath of fresh air, letting the noise of recess wash over me. Kids ran across the playground screaming while a group of girls chanted to a game of double dutch. Boy's whooped from the swing set and several kids giggled as they tried to walk on their hands, falling over more often than not.

“Cheer up!” Cloud said, his ethereal body bobbing gently up and down. A smile tugged at the corner of my mouth. Although I knew he was imaginary, he never failed to make me happy.

“Let's go for a walk!”

I nodded and started off across the playground, the rocks crunching beneath my tennis shoes. I stooped and scooped up a heart shaped stone, rubbing its smooth surface between my fingers. It smelled kind of salty and I knew from experience that it would taste a little salty too.

“Oooh.” Cloud leaned in closer. A boy brushed against me as he ran by. I stumbled and Cloud frowned.

“I'm alright,” I said, pocketing the heart. We started on our way again, this time towards the trailers. Beyond it was the big kid playground. Kindergarteners weren't allowed on it, but I liked to watch the rush of colors and plan for the day I would be able to play there. The swinging honey combs looked especially fun. It would be easy to pretend there was lava beneath when I needed to cross it to save Cloud. One day, I would be knight of the playground.

A boy I recognized from my ward caught my eye. He was sitting on the steps of one of trailers, his face in his hands. I started to walk past him, but Cloud sidled in front of me.

“You should ask him if he wants to be your friend.”

I frowned and glanced back at the boy. His curly black hair waved gently in the wind. He did look a little sad. I took a step forward then hesitated. What would the other girls think? I glanced at his face again.

“Go on,” Cloud urged.

Finally I nodded. He probably would say no anyway. I slowly walked up to him.

The boy looked up.

I stuck out my hand. “Do you want to be my friend?”

For a second he looked startled, then a big smile broke across his pale face. “Yes!”

He took my hand and I helped him up.

“Have you ever heard of The Lord of the Rings?”

I nodded. “I guess, but I've never seen it before.”

The boy looked a little disappointed.

“I do have some pretty rings at home though.”

He smiled “Cool! Can I see them sometime?”

“Yeah, I guess,” I said returning his smile.

“Lets pretend we're from Middle Earth! I'll be Legolas and you'll be Gimli! We can use the playground for battles!”

I nodded but glanced at Cloud.

Cloud gave me a reassuring smile. “Go on. I'll wait for you at home.”

I jumped off the school bus and rushed to the side yard.

Cloud was waiting for me with several of his friends. “Well, how was it?”

“It was great! I haven't ever had this much fun at school before! He said he's coming over next week to see the rings! Isn't that great!”

“It is,” Cloud agreed. “You two will be great friends.”

I nodded. “I guess boy's aren't so bad after all.”

14 My Cat Poem

Here's a poem I wrote a wile back for my cat

To my Cat

My cat is the king in his own palace,
a noble in his home,
and the moon in the night sky.

He is like a panther,
a shadow stealthily stalking it's prey,
quick as the lightning that plays across the sky.

He is like an avenging angel,
a gleaming sword seeking justice,
and as swift as the river.

He is the pillow I rest my head on,
a fluffly grey blanket striped in black,
the stars softly golowing,
and the silk of the richest clothing.

My cat is like chocolate,
sweet as sugar,
but bitter as a thorn in your side.
He is the salt in my life.