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.