March 30, 2007

Its here!

My new poem is here yay! although it has to be a picture file because i cannot type in word sideways, or upside down lol.
hope you enjoy!give that a try if it doens't work, lemme know!

and on a side note another technical rejection from fordham, (they'll put me on a waiting list) we'll maybe i'll just put them on my waiting list, lol! anyway, w/e no big deal. see ya'll later

-jackl

March 29, 2007

New post coming soon!

I have a poem all written out, but can't type, not easily, its very unconventional so I have someone transcribing it for me, no worries should be out by tomorrow, can't wait to get my new laptop, It'll have a camera so I'll hope fully have more pics!. like this:
but umm anyway, nothign big, going on. no more cedar crest yay!!!! woot! although, all those i liked i will miss! good bye!

umm wats up for today? well, crazyness at school! I was tryign to fix stuff and two teachers decided they knew how to fix things better then me, (the tech guy) and larry wouldn't give em two seconds to think, so it got set up shittily but whatever thats their own damn fault.

because people keep asking me, whenever i talk about it, the schools i got accepted to so far are:
Florida State University
Fairleigh Dickinson University
Seton Hall
Pace
Florida Institute of Technology
Hofstra

I was Technically rejected by Fairfield (they put me on their waiting list, that's why its a technical rejection)

and still waiting for NYU and Fordham.


and anything else? well, visited ms. freebody but she had to go so only got to talk for like ten mins.

see ya later. well actually quick lines of poetry.

the failing light lends shadows across your chest,
as winds caress your face,
your hair blows back,
the sun is fading on the lush green carpet,
as the shadows whip wildly in a frenzy,
the flowers shirk away as they prepare for the night,
a darkness begins to consume the skies,
you sit idle as you stare off,
the tree roots almost seem to tremble beneath you
as the earth lets off a breath
a sigh,
as the earth begins to cool
nearly black the skies are ominous,
in the blink of an eye all is lost,
a sweeping wind,
a calling bird,
a falling tree,
silence overcomes you.

the end.

*meh not my best work but salright, needs lots of work, but too tired.

March 26, 2007

mhmhmhmhm

sooo, its late and i;m tired, but i want to post something tonight,
midnight poetry again?
man i could stay up all night really, well maybe not all night, but u know, late really really late lol.

the reddish hues of the sky reflect in your eyes,
as the sun seeps below the horizon,
a tear falls as you lower your head in shame,
it is cold now, and the darkness begins to creep in,
as it crawls from the horizon,
slowly the sky metamorphoses from the deep red to a never ending blue,
your eyes look vacantly skyward,
still as a statue
neck craned just slightly you are immobile.
watching the stars as they begin to twinkle...

Uselss post

    ok so that was a useless post! and I was bored but now i'm back to normal posts lol. Umm... what shall I say, had school, got a meeting tonight, nothing really going on in my life right now. read some E.E Cummings poetry today...very strange lol, but pretty good, sorta. couldn't really understand much, but got enough out of them to enjoy them.
    What really makes a person famous? who decides what is good? and who becomes famous? Who is the first one to "know something is good?" hmm? well? Why does this person get to choose? This concept annoys me, you know, like seriously I don't like the whole fame/stardom concept, its all very circumstantial, and the circumstances never play out in my favor! lol, but one day I'll be the one to control fame...I feel kind of inspired think i'll squeeze out a poem...damn now that I said that I am not inspired, must be stage freight :-)

inspiration is fleeting,
sparse,
it isn't something manufactured
it's something discovered,
to be inspired is divine intervention
a poet is to be a prophet
inspiration cannot be taught,
nor learned or developed,
it simply is,

much like butter the inspiration must be churned,
refined and prepared,
this poem sucks I quit...

well that was a flop, that always happens when i try to write about something I am thinking about it has to just flow, it can't be forced.
kinda like...lol

grr i really wanna write something, well i'm gonna go force myself to work on my story. so umm see ya!

Decode this

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