Sonnet for the Morning Train

The car is empty but for me. It glides
Ahead as smokestacks whistle secret songs
That only locomotive hearts can sing. Along
The way the lacy curtains fall to hide
The glaring sun. It’s followed me all day
On roads to stations, ticket boxes closed,
To echoes resonating from loose stones
On empty tracks that hold the ghosts of trains;
A weary traveler, beaten by the strain
Of hundreds upon thousands of attempts
To motor on. I faltered, then I fell. Contempt
Enraged a lost soul, cursing fate for pain--
Until a whistle, piercing wasted air,
Solidifies my hope of getting There.

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We wrote sonnets in creative writing. Yay.

This poem is weird for me. I started writing it with a completely different idea in mind and the poem was all "NO I'M DOING MY OWN THING" and I was like, "Alright then." However, I really like the finished product.

I think it's about how you can't get anywhere without God. You put your faith in all these other things but they can't actually take you anywhere. They're just the ghosts of trains.

Yeah. I like this poem.

Eight Free Minutes a Week

Hello Bloggerverse. We haven't spoken in a while.

There are several things I would love to rant about. And I probably will at a later date. But I just now finished my homework, and I'm exhausted. So I'm going to give you a quick blurb and a song and call it a night.

My life has become increasingly hectic in the past few weeks and as a result, this is the song of the week:



Sorry if you wanna make plans. You most likely won't see me.

Eight Days a Week With No School

What am I doing with my Thanksgiving break?



(Ok, it's more than that, but I thought it was rather witty.)

Happy Thanksgiving to you all! Don't forget who deserves your thanks!

Haikus Don't Have Titles.

Lonely stars
Surrounded by silence
Wishing on us.

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Like usual, my explanation of my poem is going to be longer than the actual poem.

First off, this doesn't have a title. Because haikus don't have titles. This bothers me. Because I love titling my poems. But anyways.
We started haiku in creative writing and so far this is the only one I've written that I really like.

Have you ever thought about what a bummer it would be to be a star? I mean, sure, you're gorgeous, but you're all alone all the time. There's nobody for hundreds of thousands of miles! But if you're a person you're surrounded by people most of the time and you have all this love and friendship. That's more magical than being pretty and mystical, I think. If I were a star I would totally wish on people.

Yup. Haiku.

Eight Musical Days a Week

You guys get a LIVE VIDEO this time. Aren't you excited? Because I am.



There is a long story as to why this is the song of the week.

There is this lovely film from... a long time ago starring Robert Preston and Shirley Jones called The Music Man. It is a musical. And it is hands down one of my favorite movies of all time. This song is originally from that musical.

Shirley Jones, who sang this song in The Music Man, also played the leading lady Laurey (WOW SAY THAT THREE TIMES FAST) in another film based upon a musical called Oklahoma! I happen to be in this musical as of Thursday. And I also happen to be Laurey. :) :) :)

Furthermore, on Thursday night I went to go see The Lion King. As in the stage play. Which is phenomenal and incredible and wonderful. And it also happens to be a musical.

So this has been a good week for musicals. And this song is from a musical. My favorite musical. And it's the Beatles! Yay. I love when my favorite things coincide.

I'm So Vain, I Probably Think This Post Is About Me

I JUST NEED TO WRITE SOMETHING THAT'S NOT A NOVEL OR AN ESSAY.
And since I'm vain and uninspired I'm going to talk about myself. Ten random facts!

1. I walk abnormally fast. I think this is a result of my school trip to Washington, D.C. in eighth grade, when we had to walk nearly everywhere we went in fairly hasty fashion. Now I get caught behind people that walk normal speed in the hallway and find it quite obnoxious.

2. As a small child I didn't know to say "aren't I?" as in "Aren't I cute?" Instead I said "Amn't I?" In hindsight I realize that this makes way more sense than aren't I. You don't say "are I not," you say "am I not." WHY ISN'T IT AMN'T?!?!?!?!

3. I am a smidgen bit OCD but only about things that don't matter at all. My room looks like a tornado came through it but I alphabetized every DVD we own. Why? I don't know.

4. I may be the only person on the planet who still uses the Flair feature on Facebook. Those are organized too. See the last point.

5. I have this notebook of all my accomplishments in high school. Nerdy? Yes. I don't really care. It has everything from play programs to Murphy term papers to awards in it. I definitely wrote a poem about it and I might post it here sometime. But probably not.

6. I realized the other day that with the exception of Harry Potter, I am totally a book hipster. The realization made me a little bit ashamed.

7. I like Hot Topic. The store. People are always shocked to discover that. Haha. It's really not that scary in there, but they have cool nerdy stuff!

8. I have this horrible habit of starting things and never finishing them. I start stories and don't finish them (coughcoughcoughNANOWRIMOcoughcoughcough), I tell myself I'm gonna learn some skill and I never do... yeah. It's bad. So consequently one of my greatest fears is that I'll get to the end of my life and discover I didn't actually accomplish anything worthwhile. Need to learn me some Ecclesiastes 7:8.

9. I cried at age nine when my best friend told me Peter Pan wasn't real. Now I know she was wrong, of course, but it was a traumatic experience at the time. :)

10. I'm a beast at MarioKart Wii. I'm always Princess Peach on the Mach Bike.

Yay. Now you know a bunch of useless facts about me. Congratulations.

Eight Marathon Writing Days a Week

C'mon now. It's the first week of NaNoWriMo. Were you really expecting anything different? (Not that that's going incredibly well for me at the moment...)