Haiku

The summer will set
as the big fire ball do
Autumn Breeze soon.

Oullipo

At bat, catcher Dan Ecksburg finally gets homeruns
Intense,
Jolly kids,
Laughing men now obviously pained.
Quickly retort such terrible unplanned victory,
Xanthippe yearning Zoma’.

Can You find the rules? Through the alphabet each word starts with the next letter.

Authentic bubbles cloud dark ectasy
found gargling heroes insect.

Post Secret Response

I began thinking deeply bout how powerful a site like post secret could be. Really it is the best priest to confess your sins to. Hang out all your dirty lundry for the world to see, and not have a nametag. It is a way for you to tell everyone what you can tell no one, a way to release what cannot be released. Kudos to the creator. I hope everyone found the website at least half as enjoyable as I did.

This week was too relaxed. I find myself feeling trapped by daytime. The nights call out to me for a little satisfaction, and it is oh so hard to quell their screams. The shadows beckon from every corner and every nook imaginable, whilst the voice of reason, silent. That is the voice you must seek in a world full of darkness. That is the voice you must seek in a world full of shame.
I love to write but find myself faltered, I cannot find the words, invisible to the eyes of a procrastinator. I have so many assignments this week it feels like a spinning cyclone of stress and only I know how to stop it. I have to buckle down and do whats right. It is not complicated. The constant struggle to "not fall behind" has put me in a trance on "not moving forward" and I feel as though I am at a stop sign on an empty street. I dont know how this class is going to respond to my blog. I am not going to do the same type of blog as everyone else. Not saying all your blogs are the same, but I hope to truly individualize my writing here. I hope to find my voice. It has been carried in the wind through so many ears, it has become awash with my shortcomings. I hope to truly find out in this class what it means to write and I hope you all will enjoy my journey.

That one day...

Ok, so "That one day..." is a poem I wrote for class to mimic the work that we read in class, the specifications were only that it had to be a little graphic. Enjoy.

Taylor Hawkins
Andrea Johnson/ ENG 101
SEC 021
That one day…
The snow pounded down
Your nose all red, the small stain
On an ivory canvas, the wrinkle
On your forehead, like a wink from
The future.
I notice your coat is ripped on the side,
You frown, and all my warmth does subside.
Well it looks adorable like that I mutter.
…
When did the connotation for love become the denotation for sex?
Can’t an exchange just be casual?
My heart comes with too many strings, to be given away in a night.
Well I will cut the strings with my might!
I gotta get through this, struggling now, my eyes stray, punishment, reward.