The result of a late night walk in heavy rain:
To Rainy Days And Castaways
Some thoughts are merely locked away
Never to see the light of day
A castaway with a shining crown
Rules over those who cast him down
From sorrow to light
From darkness to joy
The desperate plight
Of an innocent boy
From mourning to morning
From dawn until dusk
Now openly scorning
What is naught but a husk
I went for a walk in the rain
And I never came back
Now I'm all wet to boot
I thought of a train
As it steamed down the track
While coal was heaped in it's chute.
And I couldn't sleep last night
But I couldn't feel more right
Not so much at one with the night
As at one with the storm
And it's here that I am warm
Who then shall I fear
Save for my god
Who sees endings as clear
As he sees where I've trod
I don't always make sense,
I fill a page with laments
O'er a life that wasn't mine
And yet...Will ne'er be so fine
The sky does glow red
With the blood of the dead?
Now it eerily lights
The most horrible sights
I went for a walk in the rain
But alas I never returned
For I could not feel through the pain
From the fire that in my soul burned
Is this the rambling of a disturbed mind
If you were to search it, then what would you find?
Perhaps now I may sleep
In a slumber so deep
That no nightmare can prey
Nor foul vision hold sway
And as my eyes begin to glaze
My mind will wander as it strays
To rainy days
And castaways
That's all,
Jens
Tuesday, October 26, 2004
Sunday, October 24, 2004
CLEAN!
I cleaned my room...completely.
I'll just let that sink in for a few moments.
Okay, now I shall detail my labor, one that was on par with one of the twelve labors of Hercules.
Setp 1: Picking up all the trash on the floor. This consisted of papers, food wrappers, pop cans, and pop bottles. I separated out all the plastic bottles and took them downstairs to the recycling bin too. Ya can't be too good to mother nature.
I of course didn't have any clothes on the floor! (I had already picked them all up so I could do a load of laundry.)
Step 2: After I had thrown out all the trash I had to sort the things that were left and find places for them.
Step 3: Moving furniture. I rearranged my bed and desk (my now clear and useable desk I might add) into postitions that would be better suited to my needs
And now, all that is left for my to do is...
Step 4: Vacuuming. I think they have one downstairs I can borrow.
*scurries off*
(Did I mention I managed to cook ramen in my coffee pot? It's not perfect, but it's better than eatin it dry! ^-^ )
Vrooooom!
Jens
I'll just let that sink in for a few moments.
Okay, now I shall detail my labor, one that was on par with one of the twelve labors of Hercules.
Setp 1: Picking up all the trash on the floor. This consisted of papers, food wrappers, pop cans, and pop bottles. I separated out all the plastic bottles and took them downstairs to the recycling bin too. Ya can't be too good to mother nature.
I of course didn't have any clothes on the floor! (I had already picked them all up so I could do a load of laundry.)
Step 2: After I had thrown out all the trash I had to sort the things that were left and find places for them.
Step 3: Moving furniture. I rearranged my bed and desk (my now clear and useable desk I might add) into postitions that would be better suited to my needs
And now, all that is left for my to do is...
Step 4: Vacuuming. I think they have one downstairs I can borrow.
*scurries off*
(Did I mention I managed to cook ramen in my coffee pot? It's not perfect, but it's better than eatin it dry! ^-^ )
Vrooooom!
Jens
Wednesday, October 20, 2004
Who says you have to write alone?
I wrote another poem, took me a while to do it though. Some come easier than others I guess.
Fortunately I wasn't alone on this one. Mouse provided a lot of help with brainstorming and just talking through ideas. It's fun to talk to someone about a poem as I write it, and it tends to help me think. I really don't have much else to say about it so, here it is.
It's time for jazz band, Cya'll
Jens
Fortunately I wasn't alone on this one. Mouse provided a lot of help with brainstorming and just talking through ideas. It's fun to talk to someone about a poem as I write it, and it tends to help me think. I really don't have much else to say about it so, here it is.
Let It Shine
A light that shines within the light
Doesn't tend to shine too bright
But a light that shines within the dark
Is seen, e'en though it be a spark
But a spark can set a field ablaze
With a little help and a little praise
A flood can spring from a river mild
Or a hero from the smallest child
A single man commands a fleet
Across the ocean's flood
The human heart can only beat
Because our world is full of blood.
A tiny rudder steers a ship
A horse is guided by a simple bit
The toungue is small and yet a word
Has greater power than a sword
I'm told a hurricane can spring
From the distant stirring of an insect's wing
But the dust that covers a translucent pane
Will always wash off in the rain
So shine your light and do not fear
No matter how small your flame
There are always hopeless in need of cheer
And unknowns who need a name
It's time for jazz band, Cya'll
Jens
Tuesday, October 19, 2004
Stuck.
What happens when writer's can't write? Does the pressure build up inside until they explode?
Mentally or psycologically? Or physically! O_O ?
Maybe we could experiment...
<_<
>_>
*loooks around for a test subject*
XP
Just kidding, truth is, I don't really have much to say, but I wanted to post.
Jazz band is starting to come together.
The concert is Nov 12, at 7:30 pm if anyone happens to be in Chicago then.
>_>
<_<
Not that it's very likely >_<
Ah well.
I still have to find out where it is.
*shrug*
I'm not in top writng form today, huh? More like stream of conciousness. Well, I suppose it's okay for me to ramble on occasion.
I wonder if I kept typing for an hour, if anyone would actually read the whole thing.
I'd better not try.
Okey Dokey, that's all for now,
Jens
Mentally or psycologically? Or physically! O_O ?
Maybe we could experiment...
<_<
>_>
*loooks around for a test subject*
XP
Just kidding, truth is, I don't really have much to say, but I wanted to post.
Jazz band is starting to come together.
The concert is Nov 12, at 7:30 pm if anyone happens to be in Chicago then.
>_>
<_<
Not that it's very likely >_<
Ah well.
I still have to find out where it is.
*shrug*
I'm not in top writng form today, huh? More like stream of conciousness. Well, I suppose it's okay for me to ramble on occasion.
I wonder if I kept typing for an hour, if anyone would actually read the whole thing.
I'd better not try.
Okey Dokey, that's all for now,
Jens
Monday, October 18, 2004
Saturday, October 16, 2004
Train Stations And Bus Stops
The following is something I wrote in my paper journal while waiting for my bus to arrive.
"Sittin here in a railway station
Got a ticket for my destination"
The words of Simon and Garfunkel drift back to my mind.
When I posted this morning, I referred to this song, but it seems even more apptopriate wo write about as I sit at this bus station.
It's 7:00pm; I've just finished the first leg of my journey home and am waiting for my connection to arrive. Across from me is a concession stand where I've bought some a Sprite, some Doritos, and a hot dog.
The seats...old fashioned wooden, bench type affairs. The stereotypical station seats that you see in movies.
In fact, a closed Amtrak office sits in one corner. So this was a trainstation at one time, maybe it still is.
The aura of the place really gives me an image of the setting for that song.
Oh! There's a train passing overhead right now.
Back to the present: It turned out that my bus got delayed two hours...we finally left around the time I was origionally supposed to get to Dayton, ah well.
So my first day home has been fun. I slept pretty late, I did stay up all night cramming, and couldn't sleep well on the bus, so it was justified sleep. Besides my parents were both at work and my sibs at school, so there wasn't anything to do yet anyway. Went to the Butler Bowl tonight. (For those who aren't from Middle town, It's our high school VS our archrivals, Hamilton High School.) We won 14-28, it was a fairly boring game. Nevertheless, I got to see a lot of my old friends and a few teachers, so I'm glad I went.
I carved pumpkins with my sister this afternoon, it's a bit early shure, but she wanted to do it when I was home. Her pumkin says welcome, with a scary pair of eyes over the O. Mine is just a wee little baby pumpkin; it only cost a dollar. It was big enough to put a little carving of a cat on it though, it was actually just the cat from a larger design, which shows a cat sitting on a crescent moon. I've used that design before, and my sister pointed out that the cat was just the right size for my pumkin, so I thought, what the heck, I'll go for it. It turned out nicely too. I just hope they last the two weeks till halloween. I wonder if there's something we can spray them with to help them...*shrug*
I haven't done all that much life related posting recently, I guess that just shows how big of a deal this trip home was. Ah well, it's been fun so far.
Sittin here listenin to "I Am, I Cried" by Niel Diamond, I liek this song enough that I may use lyrics for it in my title link some time, we'll see.
"Sittin here in a railway station
Got a ticket for my destination"
The words of Simon and Garfunkel drift back to my mind.
When I posted this morning, I referred to this song, but it seems even more apptopriate wo write about as I sit at this bus station.
It's 7:00pm; I've just finished the first leg of my journey home and am waiting for my connection to arrive. Across from me is a concession stand where I've bought some a Sprite, some Doritos, and a hot dog.
The seats...old fashioned wooden, bench type affairs. The stereotypical station seats that you see in movies.
In fact, a closed Amtrak office sits in one corner. So this was a trainstation at one time, maybe it still is.
The aura of the place really gives me an image of the setting for that song.
Oh! There's a train passing overhead right now.
Back to the present: It turned out that my bus got delayed two hours...we finally left around the time I was origionally supposed to get to Dayton, ah well.
So my first day home has been fun. I slept pretty late, I did stay up all night cramming, and couldn't sleep well on the bus, so it was justified sleep. Besides my parents were both at work and my sibs at school, so there wasn't anything to do yet anyway. Went to the Butler Bowl tonight. (For those who aren't from Middle town, It's our high school VS our archrivals, Hamilton High School.) We won 14-28, it was a fairly boring game. Nevertheless, I got to see a lot of my old friends and a few teachers, so I'm glad I went.
I carved pumpkins with my sister this afternoon, it's a bit early shure, but she wanted to do it when I was home. Her pumkin says welcome, with a scary pair of eyes over the O. Mine is just a wee little baby pumpkin; it only cost a dollar. It was big enough to put a little carving of a cat on it though, it was actually just the cat from a larger design, which shows a cat sitting on a crescent moon. I've used that design before, and my sister pointed out that the cat was just the right size for my pumkin, so I thought, what the heck, I'll go for it. It turned out nicely too. I just hope they last the two weeks till halloween. I wonder if there's something we can spray them with to help them...*shrug*
I haven't done all that much life related posting recently, I guess that just shows how big of a deal this trip home was. Ah well, it's been fun so far.
Sittin here listenin to "I Am, I Cried" by Niel Diamond, I liek this song enough that I may use lyrics for it in my title link some time, we'll see.
Thursday, October 14, 2004
Goin Home!
If everything goes well, I will be home this weekend. And a good thing too, I miss my family, my friends, my kitties...and the stars. I plan on sitting and looking at them all by myself for a while, I haven't been able to do that in a while. It's funny, how I always took it for granted, I didn't look at the stars all that much, and it wasn't until I couldn't see them that I missed them.
I guess it's the same with all the things I left behind, I'm sure this has been said before but, I guess you don't really know how much you're gonna miss something, until you don't have it any more.
At any rate, as long as I
A: finish my test early enough,
B: don't get lost or delayed, and,
C:Just plain make it on time,
(to the bus station)
Then I'll face a five-six hour ride home, and at the end, home.
I'm looking forward to it.
Cya'll at home,
Wish me luck,
Jens
I guess it's the same with all the things I left behind, I'm sure this has been said before but, I guess you don't really know how much you're gonna miss something, until you don't have it any more.
At any rate, as long as I
A: finish my test early enough,
B: don't get lost or delayed, and,
C:Just plain make it on time,
(to the bus station)
Then I'll face a five-six hour ride home, and at the end, home.
I'm looking forward to it.
Cya'll at home,
Wish me luck,
Jens
Tuesday, October 12, 2004
Monday, October 11, 2004
Sunday, October 10, 2004
Third Time's The Charm? Yeah. Right.
I wrote this a while ago. I was going to keep it to myself, but I couldn't, so I shared it with a stranger, and that was enough for a while. But I can't keep my poems from the world, no matter how special they are to me. Whether it's a need to share beauty, or a need for attention, I don't know, but either way I share, and will continue to share.
Oh, and I was pretty depressed at the time too.
No stars...*cries softly*
Jens
Oh, and I was pretty depressed at the time too.
Rule Of Threes
The stars,
The stars, they guide me through
The night
They guide me straight to you.
You can say a thing that isn't true
But it is no lie that I miss you
Say it thrice it must be true
And so I say that I love you
Say it once,
It may not be true
Say it twice
It may not be true
But say it thrice
And it must be true
And so I say that I love you
I look into the nighttime sky
And see the clouds go drifting by
The city lights
They shine so bright
They hide the stars
There are no stars
I see the moon
And all too soon
I think of you
What shall I do?
Say it once, it isn't true
Say it twice it's still not true
Say it thrice it must be true
I love you
I love you
I love
You.
No stars...*cries softly*
Jens
Thursday, October 7, 2004
New Poem
I really don't have much to say. My laptop is temporarily dead, so I've been using the school computers...no FireFox, no AIM, old version of MSN. So I'm stuck with crappy, no tabbed browsing, poor image viewing and copying options, very unhelpful in general Internet Explorer, and the excessively simplified AIM Express. Unfortunately fixing my computer is not high on the list of priorities. I'll get around to it when I can.
I spontaneously wrote a poem the other day when someone accused me of "being too good at poetry." Apparently it's "not fair." But this is what I do. And I don't plan on stopping any time soon, so...
I go crazy now!
Jens
I spontaneously wrote a poem the other day when someone accused me of "being too good at poetry." Apparently it's "not fair." But this is what I do. And I don't plan on stopping any time soon, so...
Waste not...
I can't help myself.
I have a gift
To leave it lie upon the shelf
Would cause a rift
Twixt me and god
And leave a blight
On ground I trod
A sore eye's sight
It's a terrible sin
To let things waste
So give not in
To mere poor taste
Nor hubris nor pride
Shall I allow
By my side
This I do vow
I can't help myself.
I have a gift
To leave it lie upon the shelf
Would cause a rift
Twixt me and god
And leave a blight
On ground I trod
A sore eye's sight
It's a terrible sin
To let things waste
So give not in
To mere poor taste
Nor hubris nor pride
Shall I allow
By my side
This I do vow
I go crazy now!
Jens
Sunday, October 3, 2004
Antigone
While reading through this play for school, there were a couple of observations I'd like to share. That and I don't have anything else to talk about...
Lines 835-38 Chorus, to Antigone
We are mortal, and our fathers pass away.
But you---when you die, you will be great,
You will be equal in memory to the gods,
By the glory of your life and death.
They say this to her to taunt her, but there's actually a lot of irony in thier statements. We don't know thier names, they are merely 'the chorus.' Antigone on the other hand, is the title character. Hmmm...
This is on love, I just like the sound of it and thought I'd share
Lines 787-90
O Love, no one can hide from you:
You take gods who live forever,
You take humans who die in a day,
And they take you and go mad.
Well, that's all I have to say right now,
Jens
Lines 835-38 Chorus, to Antigone
We are mortal, and our fathers pass away.
But you---when you die, you will be great,
You will be equal in memory to the gods,
By the glory of your life and death.
They say this to her to taunt her, but there's actually a lot of irony in thier statements. We don't know thier names, they are merely 'the chorus.' Antigone on the other hand, is the title character. Hmmm...
This is on love, I just like the sound of it and thought I'd share
Lines 787-90
O Love, no one can hide from you:
You take gods who live forever,
You take humans who die in a day,
And they take you and go mad.
Well, that's all I have to say right now,
Jens
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