Nick
Dark, soulless eyes
that do not express
anything.
Hard, careless face
that has no concern for
anyone.
Warm, calloused hands
that are not kind to
everyone.
They are kind to me.
So, I wrote this after reading the end of THE DEMON'S COVENANT by Sarah Rees Brennan, because that last scene with Nick and Mae made cry. This is probably Mae narrating, but in my dreams it's me ;)
And if you haven't read her stuff, go pick up THE DEMON'S LEXICON right now and read it. Immediately. It's a story about demons, magic, siblinghood, and epic family drama. I can't even. Just read it. (And then spam @sarahreesbrenna with tweets over the week that you take to read the trilogy. Because everything is more fun with tweets.)
<3 Allison
Books read this year: 30/50
Words written for NaNoWriMo: 50,051
Times I've seen Breaking Dawn:5
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Friday, December 2, 2011
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Poetry Wednesday: Day 30
Well, okay, it's actually Thursday, I know. But this poem was incredibly relevant yesterday, and I WROTE it yesterday, so we're calling it Poetry Wednesday.
Day 30
Holy
crap
my
characters
are
stupid
and
my
plot
consists
of
mostly
kissing
and
their
love
isn't
even
believable
and
I
have
to
write
10,000
more
words
by
midnight.
Frak.
The good news? I TOTALLY WROTE 10,000 MORE WORDS BY MIDNIGHT! So, yeah, I won NaNoWriMo. It was awesome.
Day 30
Holy
crap
my
characters
are
stupid
and
my
plot
consists
of
mostly
kissing
and
their
love
isn't
even
believable
and
I
have
to
write
10,000
more
words
by
midnight.
Frak.
The good news? I TOTALLY WROTE 10,000 MORE WORDS BY MIDNIGHT! So, yeah, I won NaNoWriMo. It was awesome.
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Poetry Wednesday: Twittering through the Woods
Twittering through the Woods
More than all the print I have read in my life,
At home in the fleet of ice-boats, she
Unscrews the doors themselves from their jambs!
Resisting anything better than her own university, she shares an
Endless unfolding of words of ages, and if
Each and all be aware I sit content, because there is
Never any more inception than there is now.
Just twittering through the woods. “Smile
O voluptuous cool-breath’d earth!” and
“Hurrah for positive science!” Cheerfully take it
Now. With behavior lawless as
Snow-flakes, the spinning-girl retreats, scooting
Obliquely. We chant the chant,
“Never enough! enough! enough!”
A Found Poem from Walt Whitman’s “Song of Myself”
Allison Ridley 2011
More than all the print I have read in my life,
At home in the fleet of ice-boats, she
Unscrews the doors themselves from their jambs!
Resisting anything better than her own university, she shares an
Endless unfolding of words of ages, and if
Each and all be aware I sit content, because there is
Never any more inception than there is now.
Just twittering through the woods. “Smile
O voluptuous cool-breath’d earth!” and
“Hurrah for positive science!” Cheerfully take it
Now. With behavior lawless as
Snow-flakes, the spinning-girl retreats, scooting
Obliquely. We chant the chant,
“Never enough! enough! enough!”
A Found Poem from Walt Whitman’s “Song of Myself”
Allison Ridley 2011
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Remember Poetry Wednesdays?
Well, I have a new one for you!
(And there will be a poem called "In (Living) Memory of River" coming as soon as I finish revising it.)
A Faithful Companion
We were both test subjects.
I had a gun and you couldn’t speak,
yet I was thoroughly assured that
you would never threaten to stab me.
In the event you did speak, she urged me to “disregard your advice.”
You were a faithful companion,
obeying orders and protecting me
from fiery death while I used you
as a not-quite-human shield.
You were “most likely incapable of feeling much pain.”
You were there to help me
complete a mission that was impossible
for one, but manageable for us,
and together we would beat the odds.
She told me to “please take care of you.”
The task complete, we learned that
you could no longer accompany me
on the rest of my journey, but
also could not be left behind.
There was an “Emergency Intelligence Incinerator.”
You still couldn’t speak, but I knew that
you would say to go on without you,
that you would rather die in a fire
than become a burden to me.
“You euthanized your faithful companion more quickly than any test subject on record. Congratulations.”
I would love any feedback you have. I'm doing these poems for a poetry class, but we don't have very good critiques* and I'm dying to hear what other writers have to say. Suggestions? My teacher thought it might be interesting to try writing it in present tense, which I liked. I was also thinking about changing the POV to GLaDOS** and seeing how that goes. I'll play around with it one of these days and post my alternate versions. I would REALLY love your input, though.
*it's mostly "This is really good!" even when it's clearly not
**Yes, this is a poem about Portal. Don't know about Portal? It's a puzzle-based video game in which you play a test subject going through a series of tasks run by an (evil) intelligent computer known as GLaDOS. Look up "Weighted Companion Cube" if you want to know the back story for this poem. Though I don't think that's NECESSARY. It's supposed to work as a poem even if you don't know about Portal.
(And there will be a poem called "In (Living) Memory of River" coming as soon as I finish revising it.)
A Faithful Companion
We were both test subjects.
I had a gun and you couldn’t speak,
yet I was thoroughly assured that
you would never threaten to stab me.
In the event you did speak, she urged me to “disregard your advice.”
You were a faithful companion,
obeying orders and protecting me
from fiery death while I used you
as a not-quite-human shield.
You were “most likely incapable of feeling much pain.”
You were there to help me
complete a mission that was impossible
for one, but manageable for us,
and together we would beat the odds.
She told me to “please take care of you.”
The task complete, we learned that
you could no longer accompany me
on the rest of my journey, but
also could not be left behind.
There was an “Emergency Intelligence Incinerator.”
You still couldn’t speak, but I knew that
you would say to go on without you,
that you would rather die in a fire
than become a burden to me.
“You euthanized your faithful companion more quickly than any test subject on record. Congratulations.”
I would love any feedback you have. I'm doing these poems for a poetry class, but we don't have very good critiques* and I'm dying to hear what other writers have to say. Suggestions? My teacher thought it might be interesting to try writing it in present tense, which I liked. I was also thinking about changing the POV to GLaDOS** and seeing how that goes. I'll play around with it one of these days and post my alternate versions. I would REALLY love your input, though.
*it's mostly "This is really good!" even when it's clearly not
**Yes, this is a poem about Portal. Don't know about Portal? It's a puzzle-based video game in which you play a test subject going through a series of tasks run by an (evil) intelligent computer known as GLaDOS. Look up "Weighted Companion Cube" if you want to know the back story for this poem. Though I don't think that's NECESSARY. It's supposed to work as a poem even if you don't know about Portal.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Poetry Wednesdays: Back to School
I've decided to start doing Poetry Wednesdays on here, because I'm taking Intro to Creative Writing: Poetry on Wednesday nights and I'd like to share what I write each week :) This is my first one. I read it in class today and it was a hit, so I'm kind of proud of it :D
Back to School
As the scarlet train whistles
I take in the endless trees
that look so inviting and
finally I believe that
I made it to my dream school.
Soon I will be in a dorm
that I share with three others
looking forward to the time
we will spend walking through the
corridors, laughing as we
throw on our blue and bronze scarves.
The image is picturesque
and for a moment I feel
more excited than I have
ever felt for a school year.
But the train whistles again.
I blink and am forced to see
heartbreaking reality:
This isn’t Hogwarts.
(Inspired by Hank Green's "This Isn't Hogwarts")
As the scarlet train whistles
I take in the endless trees
that look so inviting and
finally I believe that
I made it to my dream school.
Soon I will be in a dorm
that I share with three others
looking forward to the time
we will spend walking through the
corridors, laughing as we
throw on our blue and bronze scarves.
The image is picturesque
and for a moment I feel
more excited than I have
ever felt for a school year.
But the train whistles again.
I blink and am forced to see
heartbreaking reality:
This isn’t Hogwarts.
(Inspired by Hank Green's "This Isn't Hogwarts")
Thursday, July 14, 2011
POERTY SCHMOETRY Day Three: Countdown
Countdown
How can I be simultaneously excited and
Anxious, counting down the final hours and minutes to the end of the
Realest thing in my lonely life? What am I supposed to do when the curtain has closed and the
Rest of the world has moved on and I am still standing here,
Yearning for the good days when things were new and we had so much
Potential? Who will comfort me on lonely nights
Or bring a smile to my face and a glow to my heart when I need it most?
This is the end of an era.
The end of a massively important part of my life. And yet, here I am,
Excited for the end. Of course I don't want it to be over, but at least now I can start to
Remember.
How can I be simultaneously excited and
Anxious, counting down the final hours and minutes to the end of the
Realest thing in my lonely life? What am I supposed to do when the curtain has closed and the
Rest of the world has moved on and I am still standing here,
Yearning for the good days when things were new and we had so much
Potential? Who will comfort me on lonely nights
Or bring a smile to my face and a glow to my heart when I need it most?
This is the end of an era.
The end of a massively important part of my life. And yet, here I am,
Excited for the end. Of course I don't want it to be over, but at least now I can start to
Remember.
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Poetry Schmoetry Day Two: ANGST
Angst Is My Middle Name
Angst is not something reserved for the young; it is
Not limited to teenage love and passion and heartbreak. In fact, it
Gets worse with age. The young only have their love to regret; the old have all their
Evils hanging over their heads and haunting their still, empty hearts. The angst of the young is bred from
Love passionately experienced and subsequently lost. The angst of the old is bred from the opposite: poisonous hatred emanating from the past.
Quick note: While we're on the subject of blogfests, the lovely Ali Cross is doing a blogfest of her own! It's a flash fiction blogfest (250 words or less) and it is this Friday, so it fits in perfectly with the Poetry Schmoetry blogfest! So if you don't want to stop writing after Thursday is up, check out Ali's blogfest, too :)
http://www.alicross.com/2011/07/independence-day-flash-fiction-blogfest.html
Angst is not something reserved for the young; it is
Not limited to teenage love and passion and heartbreak. In fact, it
Gets worse with age. The young only have their love to regret; the old have all their
Evils hanging over their heads and haunting their still, empty hearts. The angst of the young is bred from
Love passionately experienced and subsequently lost. The angst of the old is bred from the opposite: poisonous hatred emanating from the past.
Quick note: While we're on the subject of blogfests, the lovely Ali Cross is doing a blogfest of her own! It's a flash fiction blogfest (250 words or less) and it is this Friday, so it fits in perfectly with the Poetry Schmoetry blogfest! So if you don't want to stop writing after Thursday is up, check out Ali's blogfest, too :)
http://www.alicross.com/2011/07/independence-day-flash-fiction-blogfest.html
Monday, July 11, 2011
Poetry Schmoetry
The lovely Shelly Brown is doing a POETRY SCHMOETRY blogfest this week! Since I am a highly talented and prolific poet*, I have decided to do one poem EACH DAY. If you are a highly talented and prolific poet like me, you should totally do it, too. Also, there are prizes. So, yeah. Totally worth it.
Today's poem:
Do you ever get the feeling that there is someone
Out there, traveling through time and space, and he happens to
Cross your path from time
To time, never stopping to chat
Or even ask your name, always passing you by,
Running?
*I did a WHOLE portfolio in tenth grade!
Today's poem:
Do you ever get the feeling that there is someone
Out there, traveling through time and space, and he happens to
Cross your path from time
To time, never stopping to chat
Or even ask your name, always passing you by,
Running?
*I did a WHOLE portfolio in tenth grade!
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