Sunday, August 22, 2010

Been a While

It has definately been a while since my last blog post. I've been writing recipes for my online articles and have been working my tail off at work. Luckily I have had some time away from work to be with family and friends. I was able to make it back home this summer, but still haven't made it to the beach. My busy work schedule should slow down around mid October when my work hours come back to "real time" haha. Until then, stay tuned; I hope to publish something soon!

Friday, April 9, 2010

Silent Stalker

Lurking over your shoulder
Gazing at you in the mirror
Seeking you
Wanting you
Pulling you near

Following at a distance
Not too far away
Behind you
Beside you
Shadowing your day

Greeting you in the beginning
Pretending to be your friend
Tricking you
Haunting you
Getting you in the end

* A darker theme than normal, but one of my favorites I wrote years ago. Can you guess who or what the silent stalker is? *

Monday, March 15, 2010

We the People

We the People
Ourselves
Are the world’s destruction
Spreading like a fire
Spreading like disease

We the People
Ourselves
Are the world’s confusion
Distorting our own morals
Distorting others beliefs

We the People
Ourselves
Are the world’s reminder
Of what it was before
Of what it’s going to be

We the People
Ourselves
Are the world’s hope
To learn from the past
To learn for the future

But We the People
Ourselves
Are the world’s soldiers
Fighting for our lives
Fighting for our freedoms

And We the People
Ourselves
Will fight for our freedoms
Until the dust settles
Until the sun sets one last time


*Another poem I wrote a few years ago for school, but has been reviewed and edited many times to get it to this draft--I hope you enjoy!

Monday, March 8, 2010

A Tribute to Boppa





A year ago today I lost someone important to me, my grandfather; or as us grandchildren called him--Boppa. Boppa was the kind of person who could always cheer you up and would always come to your special events. Always the giver of advice or opinion and even if you didn't agree you knew that what he had to say was important. Boppa was, and still is, a great inspiration in my life. He was a hard worker his whole life, making sure his family always came before himself.

When we were growing up, he would always give us grand kids a quarter if we finished our meal. It may not mean much to some, but to us those quarters mean so much more--never take for granted the little things in life.

I am so lucky to have been blessed to have him in my life. I hope that one day I can be as much as an inspiration as he was to all those he met.

I tried writing a poem for today, but there is so much to say about Boppa that for now this is what I have been able to compose:

...even though I had
to say goodbye,
You'll forever be
my angel in the sky...

Saturday, March 6, 2010

Adventure: Fishing



So today was the first time I went fishing at a lake. I'd say this trip was a little overdue. My friends and I took the boat to Harris Lake for bass fishing. Sure, we didn't catch anything today but I was able to take something back with me. Fishing on this lake is a bit different than other lakes. How so? This lake is named after the Shearon Harris Nuclear Power Plant, which happens to be sitting right off the shore. When you travel through the woods and emerge at the bank, you are first hit by the amazing view of the sparkling water that seems to stretch forever. Then, in the background you see it--the very large cooling tower for the plant. I think what overwhelmed me today was the fact that such a large entity, a symbol of our modern technology, was situated in such a serene and seemingly untouched surrounding.

Thursday, February 25, 2010

The Wolf and the Raven

On swift wings the Raven flies
soaring through darkness;
its wings carry it in the night.
The lone Wolf skulking through the woods,
seeking out its fate.
The Moon shining a silver gleam upon the Earth,
illuminating their paths,
following each others scent,
drawn by the aroma of the night.
The Raven diving through the canopy of the woods;
The Wolf hearing the movement of the trees.
The Raven floats to the forest floor.
Stopping, the Wolf glances up,
their eyes staring into each others souls.
The body of the winged death disintegrating,
its shape reforming into that of a man.
Walking over to the Wolf,
he places his hand upon its head.
The Wolf, staring into twin skies,
the man, lost in the creature's brown eyes.
The Wolf's body reshapes,
the eyes unchanging.
A woman kneeling at his feet.
Running his fingers through her hair,
their gaze uninterrupted by the world around them.
Grabbing her hands--pulling her to her feet,
bringing her closer to him,
bringing him closer to her.
Their lips touch,
feeling each other's energy.
Two bodies dancing under the stars,
the night the only witness to their love.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Into Oblivion

You secluded me,
Blinding me so I couldn't see
Anything but your hate.
You played with me,
Covering my mouth
So I couldn't breathe.
Cutting me,
Just to watch me bleed.
You laughed at me,
Letting my tears slide down
Into oblivion

*This was a poem my friend Sam and I worked on back in high school (only a few minor changes have been made)*

The Tempest

The storm approaches quickly
Rain suddenly falls down upon her
Thunder growls through heightened clouds
Lightning reaches across darkened sky
Flashes running through her mind
Chasing after memories
Echoes of childhood laughter
Remind her she is alone
She looks up in the sky
A stranger to her new world
Thousands of miles away
From a home she's left behind
Forgotten from the past
Living in the shadow of others
Still, no one knows her name

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Poetry Anyone?

Naked Trees

Mother Earth has stripped the trees.
They shiver and huddle together.
Their summer garments thrown
to the ground
as children laugh and play
building hills
of their tattered garments.
What once was bright--
reds, yellows, and greens,
is now torn and rotting.
The cold, stiff ground
will take these back,
salvaging what is left
of their summer glory.
For the trees that survive
Jack Frost's bitter winter
Mother Earth will be kind
and weave them new garments
for spring.

This was a poem I wrote about 2 years ago. I've tweaked it a bit since then and thought I would add it on here because it reminds me of the cold weather we've been having lately.

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Let's Begin!

I've been trying to find the real me for a long time now. I had a lot of goals I set out to achieve way back in high school (almost 6 years now); I've made some of them, but have been disappointed by the ones I have yet to make. The one goal that I haven't made was set a decade ago--live your life as a writer. Easier said than done for me. Once I set out on my own and started working that 9-5 job while also attending college full time, I unfortunately pushed that goal aside, and I am paying for that procrastination now. While a lot of my friends have finished school and are in the careers they set out for, I'm still floating through those aspirations I once was passionate about. Well I'm not going to make excuses anymore!

Let me make the first step in reaching that goal...no, that dream I have been striving for all these years. I hope this blog will break the ice on my writer's block and open new doors for my creative development. I have so many ideas for my works and I hope anyone who reads this will enjoy all I can offer. This blog doesn't really have a theme but who says creative writing needs boundaries anyway?