MOVING BLOG

SO, Blogger sucks. In every way. But honestly, it does, so I am moving my blog to a new tumblr. I am familiar with tumblr and I had one a few years ago, so this is like a sweet coming home for me.

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NaPoWriMo Day 13: Random Rap of Sadness

“HBG”

Hey. First word.

Now last word is goodbye.

Each and every day,

A laugh then a cry.

Bipolar indifferences,

From hot to cold.

Face like a stone.

Nothing else to hold.

Which reminds me,

Can you find me?

Lost, but nowhere else to hide, me?

Search me,

Steal me,

Heal me,

Heart break.

Search me, why? Steal me, cry. Heal me, dry.

Heart break guy.

~So today I wanted to start with my poem first. This is read like a spoken word or a rap. I honestly like rapping, which sounds silly for a white teenage girl, but it is fun to me! Go Nicki Minaj!... Except when she is disgusting which is 99% of the time.... Anyway, "HBG" was random but has true emotion behind it. Every girl has been in that place at one time in her life, but God can always pull us through. Enjoy!~

NaPoWriMo Day 12: Tomorrow is Ominously Approaching

As I sit here listening to St. Lucia on the Coachella Live Broadcast via youtube, I faintly remember the pain that awaits me tomorrow. This pain I speak of is school. And for those of you who either are too young to hate it or too old to remember it, ITS NOT THAT FUN.

Anyway, I'm not some weird angry person. I love life and everyone, school is just hard and sometimes pointless. I hope you enjoy the poem today! It's a little eccentric, but whatever. They all can't be fabulously fab. Did I really just type that? Alright, bye.

Creeping

I look behind me as I walk,

I can't trust anyone or anything,

I know what's following me.

The sound of erasers hitting paper,

The sight of lockers shutting in my face,

I cannot escape this fate.

Math, 1st Period,

English, 2nd Period,

How much longer until my limbs collapse?

Don't misunderstand my emotional life

I want to learn something...

But not algebra.

NaPoWriMo Day 11: Haiku fo yew?

Okay the title of this blog post is stupid, I know, but it cracked me up so great. Not sure who is still here, but I hope someone notices this blog. ITS FUN BUT I WANT SOME FOLLOWERS MKAY? Alright, here is my poem of the day:

Haiku?

I don't get this thing

What am I suppose to do

This will not end with

NaPoWriMo Day 10: Artist Inspired

I Follow Rivers

As the river flows past my cottage of blue,

I stop and wonder and think of you.

Remembering when our river ran dry,

No longer could swim in emotional highs.

That water so clear, muddied beneath my feet,

You and I twisted in such a depressing feat.

But I follow rivers, and this path leads to none

I now must return to the cottage in the sun.

~The song "I Follow Rivers" by Lykki Li is a powerful ballad from a lover to her man. In the song, Li desires to follow her lover's every move. My poem, applicably named "I Follow Rivers", is a follow up song to Li's. After a relationship gone awry, the river I now follow runs a different course. This is not based on personal experience, but I sure felt the pain writing this! Enjoy ~

NaPoWriMo Day 9: Nostalgia

Palm Trees

Swaying palm trees

Twisting braids

Grass is faded

Girl in the grass

Heat is rising

Coughing smoke

Shadows falling

Red skies of dreamers

Rest in peace

Midnight dance parties

Wind wispy

Goodnight Coachella

NaPoWriMo Day 8: For a Friend

Good Morning everyone!! Honestly I don't know who is still reading but I am going to pretend that I have some audience. Today is great because spring break!


~The poem I wrote for today is kinda... eh. Sooo, I am going to post an old poem that I wrote a while back for a friend. She was dealing with a stupid guy and "Forbidden Fruit" was written to help her see what a jerk he was! I hope you all enjoy :) ~

“FORBIDDEN FRUIT”

One cannot say they have lived without a forbidden fruit in their life.

He’ll steal your heart like petty thieves steal pears from a nearby market.

Walking beside you, empty words will escape his empty mouth.

I love you is compared to the heat in Death Valley; extensive and overflowing.

After years pass by the forbidden fruit seems to be the same…

He’s shiny. He’s plastic on the outside and painted with lying blasphemy.

On the inside his rotting heart beats at a Mozart pace with much disdain.

Then the next thing is done. Done. Before you can snap those dainty little fingers.

That fruit from the garden has shifted his sprawling eyes from pretty in pink to the next gazelle in the corner of the room. Victim to next victim until relational death do them part. It begins, and like the helpless blind man and a guide dog, you needed him. But now you see. Now you see the disastrous horrors of that sweet forbidden fruit.

NaPoWriMo Day 3-7 (Oops!)

So, Yeah I was lazy. I did write poems for two of the five days, but never posted. This is my catch-up blog, but I hope you enjoy the posts regardless. Fun fact: It is fun for me to write from different perspectives of my own. I suggest it for any writer-- it takes you out of your comfort zone!

~This first poem is from the perspective of a man in his prime. He has all he ever wants: The American Dream~

“THE AMERICAN DREAM”

Started out local, but my vision’s getting bigger.

All I had to do was initiate the thriller.

Sitting next to the girl, with the ring on her finger.

Breathing summer air in my 2013 Beemer.

This American dream streams down like a rainfall.

Blue curtains, white house, guess you really can have it all.

Newborn cooing in an upstairs bedroom.

Four o’ clock, time for the meeting in the pressroom.

Starstruck life, seems like a simple perfection.

Looking at myself, I’m proud of the reflection.

Strong house, strong life, and a strong ambition.

Nothing could compare to this sweet disposition.

~This second poem is inspired by the events that took place on our first independence day. American exceptionalism has been lost in our technology obsessed culture. I hope we never forget where we came from!~

“JULY 4TH, 1776”

Firework’s booming in the late of night,

Each person in awe at the joyful light.

We cannot forgot what this day is for,

When independence knocked on Great Britain’s door.

The soldiers fought hard through late 83’

For nothing could stop their desire to be free.

The honor and celebration never will cease to end.

Though loss and death only time will mend.

So remember this day, young children of mine.

As you carefully watch those fireworks shine.

Because the much important day July 4th,

Was the day great unity brought our country forth.

~When reading my bible, I came across Psalms 77:13, which states "Your way, O God, is holy; What god is as great as our God?" This loosely inspired me to write "The Great One". God is so amazing!~

"The Great One"

When stress brings tears and tears swim down the drain of the bathtub, 

He dries them one by one.

When best friends become shadows and old friends become gravestones,

He wraps you up with his life.

When the ocean waves crash and life crashes down with them,

He calms the storm with His hands.

When agonizing pain sweeps agonizing nations abroad,

He whispers great comforts to each crying soul.

When we are nothing but dust in the dusty desert of destruction,

He is The Great One.

He always saves. He always endures. 

For What god is as great as our God?

~This next poem is an example of me writing what first came to mind. I named it "Inspired or Neurotic?" as so. Feel free to tear this one apart. It's a little crazy!~

“INSPIRED OR NEUROTIC? ”

Rhymes don’t really make sense to me, you see.

Why can’t free

verse just be what is acceptable to a society

that

says fat shaming is wrong but requires models to starve?

Well. What I say is that 

experimentation might be probable for humans as

a great big science project 

that God

observes and takes notes like a lab technician,

And this may just

Be a horrific attempt at writing a poem but I think that within darkness

a light

may bring some truth to this situation we call life

Sun. Bright. Sun. Light.

The first sun I see tonight

will be

an oxymoron?

~This last poem is inspired by todays NaPoWriMo challenge: M O N E Y. I hope you enjoy this poem/story sort of thing... I sure enjoyed writing it! Ps. Read this one out loud, it will make you laugh.~

"$"

$orry about using a dollar $ign as a letter to roll your eyes at

Please think of me as a human being, not as a royal Persian cat

$o I might say $orry later too, and oops, I did it again

This poem might become basic jest as I $cribble with my $nobby pen

They charged me more for the golden ink, but they $aid it would make a difference

"You must always trust the internet", $aid mother in every instance

$o now the letter after R and before the T is irritatingly useless

It becomes a $ign for the wealth I had, but it honestly makes me look clueless

I grew up lacking in nothing, you $ee, and now I am going to pay for it

I try to appear like I own the world, but when reality $trikes I $ay "Well, I quit"

Never top of my class I $kimmed on by with mommy's heavy checkbook

Too busy learning to balance books instead of opening up my textbooks

Now that I'm older, I wish I had listened to Violetta Drexbul

$he always heckled, and I had her expelled, but now $he's all $uccessful

When daddy got fired and mommy left town, the pool of money went dry

I bought this pen to $ave my troubles, but now I don't want to try

One, two, buckle my $hoe, this life has proved unproductive

I'm tired of not being able to write and I'm going to become destructive

$o $orry for this dollar $ign, it annoys and angers me too

Daddy $ays "We need this pen for my new business cards and crew"

Unfortunately, our power shut off, so I might never ever find out

Now I know and $ee and hear how it feels to go without

The $un is going down, $o I cannot continue-- I must $ay my $weet goodbyes

Know this: Money is the root of evil and it $pews from endless lies.

NaPoWriMo DAY 2: Feelin Fab on Thursday

Today was exhale and I sure needed it. Connecting with Christ truly brings me joy like nothing else. Todays poem was written on the way home from my softball game. My team pulled together a win against of of the best teams in the league. Fun Fact: I usually rhyme in my poetry. Not rhyming is a challenge!

~I hope you enjoy~

"RISING TENSION"

Sweat drips down the brow like rain on a windshield

Throwing and catching, dust inhabited infield

Make the final catch and the game finally ends

One single mistake leads to a loss. Can't comprehend

Intensity, hearts pounding, stakes are higher

Each chant succeeding like a raging fire

When the game finally ends, all thanks to His glory

Seven innings of rising tension, now what a great story.

NaPoWriMo: Okay, I'll try.

Everybody likes a challenge. This is one of mine. My name is Jordyn (we will keep the last name a secret to protect my unimportant identity) and I am a senior in high school. My wonderful english teacher, Mrs. Fulton, encouraged me and the entirety of my AP Literature class to participate in the NaPoWriMo challenge. I love poetry and write often, but this will be a chance to showcase my excitement to somebody other than my mom or my dog.

Today, I would like to share my first poem. I hope you enjoy! Just to clarify, when I write I often do not base the poem on my current emotions. Rather, I introspectively decide what to write on and channel those emotions to best bring them to paper.

“WICKED GAMES”

Expression’s drawn empty when your name reaches my mind

The cold sole remembrance of the once warm summertime

Can words even describe all the emotion run dry?

But baby, still the question runs deep. The question why?

When perfection reaches reality our world comes to an end

When nothing left outstanding can we possibly pretend

The usefulness of wicked games is like a knife to the throat

Like being out at sea, just keeping our hopeless bodies afloat

The truth of the matter is that truth is but a statistic

I think the answer we’re looking for is if we should even risk it