Gone

There once was a girl who sat and stared at nothing, until she faded away. She was like a rainbow, beautiful for a moment, catching all eyes and then gone…as if she had never been there to begin with.

 

 

 

 

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My Sister

A scowl perhaps when the sun first peers into her window…but like the sun she gleams midday, and brightens up the sky, bringing warmth to everything that she passes over. Although my sister does not possess a delicate air, that of which you’d see on a flower, her strength is never-fading, as the wilting petals of a frail daisy. She embodies a strength in which I wish I too could possess, and her strength is her beauty. Why be a delicate daisy, when her beauty is the strength of a roaring sea?

Bizarre Beauty

There are days when I wish that I could sink into the deepest places in my head, and hide from the world, within the beauty of an on going fantasy. However, reality has its bizarre beauty, which is often unexplainable. Beauty found in things such as kind gestures, and friendship. A beauty I’d miss greatly in my absence.

–R.

Eyes

Eyes

I try to see like you do and my heart breaks.

I try to see like they do and my hands shake.

When I see through my own eyes I begin to judge…

When I see through his eyes everything is beautiful.

–Monday, March 23, 2015


I’ve been looking through my work for a school assignment and thought I’d share some with you.

O.Ryder

Novel Update and a Tip

Yep it’s that time again! Another update.

I forced my pencil to that paper and I wrote stuff!

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This pleases me. This pleases me very much. I know it’s a little late but I was too busy playing “Anakin’s Betrayal” on my keyboard on May the 4th.

Alright enough nerding out. So I finally got back to working on my novel and I added a new chapter. I’m still working on it but so far I’m really loving the movement of my characters and the way the images show what isn’t being said between them. Their actions do all of the work here and it’s fantastic. I’ve been working hard to write a scene with minimum dialogue. Dialogue is my strong point so this is like…just a huge accomplishment for me as a writer. Garsh it’s just so purty!

I know I sound really lively at 9 in the morning but I had a pretty sugary breakfast. If you didn’t read my post about eating cupcakes at midnight then you may not know this…but I get hyper really fast and when I do I just go on and on and on and on…kind of like a 5 year old at a birthday party. Same thing.

Anyway, here is my tip for those who have also struggled (or are still struggling) with writing more descriptive scenes, read a passage from a novel you like that has a lot of description. Then pick out what it is you like (you can do this mentally or actually take notes. Whichever works best for you), and what it is you don’t like. If you do this for several different passages (it’s better to use more than one novel and also different authors), then you get a better idea of how it is you would want to write your descriptive passages. Now remember, without practice you can’t get better.

If You’re Looking to Try a New Book or Author….

I found another interview with Toni Morrison the other day but I didn’t save the link. My class read her novel Beloved and I’ve got to say it was beautifully written. Just as the novel is beautiful so is its author.

If you hear this woman speak, and how she see’s different things in life, such as family….she’s someone worth listening to. Definitely worth reading as well. If I have time today I’ll try to find that interview. I think it was on Goodreads, if anyone is interested.

Finding Meaning for Yourself: A Reply to Arguments on YouTube

So, I thought I should share this with all of you. I posted this on YouTube this morning after, once again, being disappointed by the massive amount of people trying to argue about what a song actually meant (well several songs).

Note that this particular song was by a Christian band, which is why I specifically pointed out religion.


I see a lot of these songs as having a double meaning. The meaning changes depending on why you decided to turn to the song in the first place. That is the power of music. Unfortunately when artists get labelled by their religion, they become boxed in and lose a lot of their potential audience (it’s a known fact). Honestly, I don’t even believe it is the bands fault that this happens, but it is the people who listen to the music and try to tell others how it should make them feel. Instead of trying to analyse the song, and or use the artists meaning, you should find meaning in it for yourself. That is when it will truly reach you. Only when you find meaning for yourself in art, can you truly be touched.
I hope that many of you will attempt to do this in the future, versus going off of meanings and analyses given to you by other people. Sure it is nice to know why certain songs were written, but it doesn’t mean that you can’t first find a meaning for yourself. A true artist does not intend for us to find the same meaning they did in a piece, but to create something new within ourselves from the art they shared with us.

We have Lingered….

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea

By sea-girls wreathed with sea weed red and brown

Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

— T.S. Eliot, Prufrock: The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.


I’d read this poem earlier this week and thought that the end was absolutely beautiful. I’m not entirely sure why I’m so drawn to it, that’s a mystery to me, but I needed to share it because it’s just so pretty…I mean beside from the point that it mentions drowning (though this is a metaphorical drowning, not the blub, blub guzzling kind).