Teaser Tuesday (2)

Thanks to MizB from Should be Reading for hosting this great meme. Right now I am reading the Complete Poems of Dorothy Parker. Here is an excerpt (or rather, a poem):

"Star that gives a gracious dole,

What am I to choose?

Oh, will it be a shriven soul,

Or little buckled shoes?

Shall I wish a wedding-ring,

Bright and thins and round,

Or plead you send me covering-

A newly spaded mound?

Gentle beam shall I implore

Gold, or sailing-ships,

Or beg I hate forevermre

A pair of lying lips?

Swing you low or high away

Burn you hot or dim;

My only wish I dare not say-

Lest you should grant me him."

It is entitled Star Light, Star Bright-.

Birthday Shout-Out! (from Captain Jack Sparrow...)

A very happy birthday to Kirthi Rao!!! (of Pages and Dreaming in the Rain, future author/environmentalist/viola player/future alumni of Hogwarts/blogger/book-reviewer and reader/Johnny Depp and Enya fan/magnificent friend extraordinare) =)

May all your wishes come true and hope you enjoy your special day and embark on your 14th year! Many stupendous surprises are in store...

Hebdomadal Anecdote (5)

Hello Blogosphere! Guess what? (what?) Today my iPod came! I have been saving up for a while now and I finally got it! It is a yellow nano 5th generation. I am so happy! I have downloaded loads of music, though not 16 gigabytes worth.....it holds so much! It's unbelievable to think of how people make things of that nature. In social studies, we are learning of native americans and the early inhabitants of GA. To think that we have come from that to now really is amazing! For example, I think it would be nice to live with nature and relying on resources to survive and be the first people to do anything (which now that I think about it, we are the first people to do whatever we are to do...), however, living now has many advantageous qualities. The quality of life is supposedly better and we have better healthcare and life expectancy. Technology has become extremely advanced, and communication superbly more comprehendable. I guess each time period has ups and downs. Yet an interesting point my teacher made was that we are slowly regressing. Take communication for example: the early inhabitants used symbols and pictures to communicate. We, via text message, also use symbols and abbreviations for communication. I don't exactly know what this means at the moment, but it does give you something to think about, that much I know. We are supposedly supposed to move forward.....ANYWAYS, that has nothing to do with writing, but this is a side, very random anecdote. And, yep. That is all. Have a wonderful day!

P.S. Btw, in case you were wondering, I took a momentary break from writing quotes and now I have continued. The estimated date of when I will post them is approximately.....the middle of September.

Erasure Limerick

Where do all the erasures go, that we sweep away?

Where do those hidden words go, to creep back out and play?

The things we write stay on the page,

Yet the erasures disassemble and disengage,

So where do all the useless words go, that we don't bother to say?

Escape

If I could
I'd pack a bag

With pens and pencils

paper and book

and all else I'd need to

survive

and I 'd go venturing

in comfy clothes

And stay for a while

I'd leave a note

to let behind

a clue of where I'm going

And then I'd be gone

Off to a place

Of serenity

and self-discovery

And peace

A quiet silence of the mind

Amidst the natural beauty of the world

A Natural Wish

I wish I could capture

The essence of

the crape myrtle

and

the berry bush

In the sun

To frame exactly

the picture I see now

and to

find a vase to

capture the sunlight

hitting the plants,

shining their beauty to

the world

and to seize

the sky in the background

forever embed it in

my mind

to find a way

to fill the vase

if the vase is my eyes

and I behold beauty

Anger

Sometimes I want
to scream so loud
to shatter the ground
to crumble the mountains to destroy the peace

to let loose all emotion

And full-out scream

I want to let the world know

the unknown anger

Burried inside my veins

To let it escape

And for one second be calm

Relaxed

Serene

To have a chance at being free of

Stress, preoblems, carelessness

To be insouciant inside

And live without something

to tie me down

Without the welded metal

Clinging to my insides

I want to volcanicly erupt

Out of the frozen shell anger

Molds me into

I want to feel all the heat rush out

Of me and

be replaced by the

sweet cold.

Yet I cannot be that selfish

I cannot do this for reasons

Of higher importance

Than me

But can you imagine

Holding all that

in?

Glittering, Glistening, Sparkling, Shine

A patch of light, cuaght up in the sun

Waiting, waiting, just for someone to spot it, to admire it, and to notice it
Basking in its brilliance the sparkle of light shines its radiance

Glittering, glistening, sparkling, shine.

A lone star, visible to us as one

Twinkling aloft many others

Guiding our drowsiness into soft songs of sleep

Sweet dreams in the magic night air
Glittering, glistening, sparkling, shine.

A man gazes into a girl's eyes

Love swirls around the jubilant couple

Entranced, enlocked in each others' hearts,

Emotions pour through the glimmer in her gorgeous eyes that are
Glittering, glistening, sparkling, shine.

A shaft of light, simmering in the comfortable atmosphere

Comes through the window

Beckoning a wandering eye, to catch up to it, poses a challenge to

Catch its radiance amidst the struggles of the day, and you see it

Glittering, glistening, sparkling, shine.

A new idea, rambling on and on

Genius, wandering, flows through specks of pure creativity

Mind tinkering, forming, and evolving

Wonders are introduced to the world

Glittering, glistening, sparkling, shine.

All these come and I appreciate

Bathing in the glory of the small miracles of life

I am created and defined by what and how I live and I choose

To merit the minute wonders of my world, therefore I am

Glittering, glistening, sparkling, shine.s

Teaser Tuesday (1)

Ok, so this is a writing blog, yet I get much of my insight from reading, so why not give credit to books?!? Thanks to MizB from Should Be Reading for hosting this wonderful meme.
So here goes. My first official meme that I did not create. I am a follower! =)

Now I am reading The Sky is Everywhere by Jandy Nelson. It is an amazing book! To find out more, and to see the convincing post by my best friend that led me to read it, click here.
And now, the teaser:

"I start to think about all the things I haven't said since Bailey died, all the words stowed deep in my heart, in our orange bedroom, all the words in the whole world that aren't said after someone dies because they are too sad, too enraged, too devastated, too guilty, to come out-all of them begin to course inside me like a lunatic river. "

That is one of the more saddened parts of the book. There are many happy parts and also very sad parts. All of it is deep and emotional and intense. Definitely on my top list of "to-read" books.

The Last Doll

Inspired by Frances Hodgson Burnett's novel, A Little Princess, in which at one point Sara Crewe receives "the last doll" and mentions writing a poem about it.

Childhood memories
Stored away,

In the toy box,

In the attic,

Covered in cobwebs;

Lost is the spirited imagination.

In the eve
A grown lady,

Lying in bed,

Thinks of the past,
Igniting the carefree soul

Of the child.

Tinkering up the stairs,

Into the chest,

The toys relive memories

And set out to play.

In the bottom,

Lies lonely,

A single toy

That once lived.

Yet her life was cut short,

For the child

Was snatched from her childhood;

Gone were the days of insouciant playfulness.

She had matured,

Aged in an instant.

But tonight is special,
She lives on in imagination.

The last doll.

Hidden, buried at the bottom,

Rises up and comes to play;

Today she is free.

Silk ribbons curl round her hair,

Lace borders her sleevse,

A golden locket circles her neck,

A mauve frock outlines her features.

Pale blue eyes woven with glass,

That once were sullen and empty,

Sparkle in the sunlight of the child tonight.

Rosy cheeks become jolly;

Her lips form a smile,
She dances and frolicks,
The last doll lives.

She marked a point

When the child grew.

No longer able to play,

The last doll's heart was at rest.

That twas the night she reigned on,

Regal and royal;

Grand things happened,

But once.

For the the child ceased,

And the doll slept once more.

Waiting to play,

Always waiting:

The last doll.