First Post in about One Year (my apologies)

Dear Readers,

Well, I haven't posted in a long time, almost a year.  Sorry, first I wanted some way to make sure people wouldn't copy something from this and post it somewhere as their own work, and then I just forgot about my blog....

Anyway, I haven't been working on my stories specifically as much anymore, although I feel I have improved drastically in my writing. Rather, I have spent more time on poems recently, due to my lack of discipline and consistency for longer pieces of work.

Simple, Only for a Minute

Sometimes the
Wise chose to be
Simple, only for a minute, and
Fools laugh at someone trying
To be only
a little girl,  speaks. Fools
Chop, chop, chop
Words of the wise
To little sounds,
Mincemeat.

I really enjoyed the abrupt feeling of it as I wrote this.... I normally write smoother poems, though.

Also, I've started writing essays. Here's one I think is cool:

Words are like the labels on points of A, B, C, and so on. They do not embody fully what they describe; but it is understood what they refer to.

The meanings of sentences are like lines connecting dots. In every sentence, one has to make assumptions and have background knowledge to comprehend what the meaning is. If I say line K’s endpoints are points A and B, and ask you to draw it on a grid, you can’t unless you already know where the points are.

            When one describes something, they are pouring out lines that all go through one point to try and get the listener to grasp this one infinitely definite point. None of the lines by themselves can clearly define it, but together, the listener might just be able to truly understand what the other is saying.

            Pictures are like planes. They hold many points and sometimes many lines, but if even one were changed, it wouldn’t be the same. Sometimes points and lines are better at describing something, because they can be specific. But sometimes pictures can be better, because instead of throwing out points and hoping the listener understands them separately, makes the correct assumptions to form them into lines, and then can see where they intersect, you can look at an image and be much more able to see if it embodies your meaning well enough. But the watcher might think you mean one part of it, when you want them to focus on another.

Sorry I'm posting so much... I just have done so much within the last year ;)

You watched for me

Wondering where I was

Did you ever regret sending me on?

I was off

Adventuring
While you waited for me to come home.

You left the window open for me

You let the cold air in
You stayed there

You left the window open

The light shone through the night…
The glimmers of your tears shone further.

You left the window up

You made sure I could come back
You put the kiss on my cheek
To call me home

You left the window open for me...

I won’t leave again.
You left the window open.

I wrote this because of the origional Peter Pan story. I really liked how it spoke of Mrs. Darling, who, when Wendy and her brothers left with Peter Pan, never closed the window to the nursery because Mrs. Darling was scared that Wendy would come home, but not be able to get in, and so turn around and go back to Neverland, and never see her mother again. (Wow, that's a long sentence).

-- Renee