Dogs Make The World Go Round

And my dog fever is back again. How could you not want one of these adorable creatures??

18 Dogs Who Are As Socially Awkward As They Are Adorable:

http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/2Sz5oh/UtGgov@@:Q+f9SPq7/news.distractify.com/megan-mccormick/18-dogs-who-are-as-socially-awkward-as-they-are-adorable

Distractions

Another piece from my poetry portfolio

_Distractions

He’s always there.

They’re not even doing anything,

yet it’s better than the homework she should be doing.

I mean really, she could be studying, sleeping, eating, running,

or a number of other things,

 but when he’s around,

none of that seems important.

 There’s always something better to do with him there.

Why be productive when nothing sounds more appealing

than spending an entire day in your pajamas and watching Netflix.

Maybe take an afternoon siesta, just to feel his arms around her.

There doesn’t have to be a schedule,

and that’s what draws her to him.

He’s so easygoing and carefree.

Ambitions to become some big shot lawyer,

yet he gets away with just sitting there,

brushing that bronze hair back in that chilled way she loves.

He can make her melt just by existing.

There he goes again, biting his lip as he ponders some important philosophical question,

he’s got to be doing that on purpose, right?

Honestly, he’s too perfect for words.

Just as she’s reaching out to brush his hair away from his beautiful hazel eyes,

he dissolves before her eyes and she wakes up.

Bummer.

A Favorite Poem From my Portfolio

Enrapturing Sounds

A phrase. A chord.

The words of a broken heart

strung together to make something beautiful.

Sweet and smooth, like the coffee you sip,

sitting amongst meaningful chatter.

Here we all are, brought together

over the love of a great cup of joe

and the opportunity to share our stories.

An Indie group discuss the museum down the street,

full of abstract pieces provoking philosophical thought.

There sit the classic white girls,

planning the “event of the century.”

A party certain to be full of questionable substances

and even more dubious decisions.

Over by the window,

a love story unfolds before your eyes

as a couple shares a coffee date,

reveling in crisp conversation.

They sneak a kiss and you can’t help

but feel a tiny bubble of happiness

burst inside of you,

jealousy and delight fighting to win you over.

Scattered about are the students who

--believe it or not-- actually study.

Attempting, but usually not succeeding

at cranking out some homework at the coffee shop.

What is the world really saying?

Looking out the window into an empty courtyard,

listening to the pangs of dorm life,

you realize you hear the movements of all the tenants.

Every. Little. Thing.

Your neighbor grabbing a late night snack,

(want to share that popcorn)?

A couple getting lucky in the room above you,

(why are you moaning so much)?

That weird smelly guy finally taking a shower

(thank you).

Someone’s alarm continually getting snoozed,

(or is that mine)

 as you try to avoid the sounds surrounding you.

Why must dorm buildings be so un-sound proof?

Writing Poses Some Important Questions

So school is school and it's distracting and pulls our minds in a million different ways at once. However, when writing, your mind focuses on one topic, the topic you're writing about. It's a break from the lists and lists of things to do and the constant scatter-brain-ness that I seem to be consumed by. I've been doing a lot of writing lately, but not in the form you may expect. Usually when I'm writing it's a tweet, blog post, or yik yak that is just conscious vomit that turns into words which turns into what you're reading at this very moment. Lately, though, I've been focusing on poetry and metaphors and what doors they can open. Thinking about a poem from a certain standpoint and then gaining a new perspective can help a piece evolve. Something that completely blew my mind was said in a guest lecture in the creative writing course I'm in: "metaphors happen within surprising verbs." Just let that sink in, think of all the metaphors you're using every day, without even realizing it.

Anyways, I'm maturing as a writer and I'm really enjoying delving into thought through words, plus I can type suuuper fast now lol. 

BUT WAIT THERE'S MORE! Like promised in an earlier post, I mentioned I would share some of my poems with you through this wonderful site, so over the next while, I shall share my favorite pieces either as I work on them, revise them, or decide that they are polished and beautiful. 

Look out for all them poems a-comin' your way, folks!