The Pedestrian- Poetic Response

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In here is
Stifling warmth,
Walls closing in
Too many things
Thoughts
About that screen,
That blaring box…
Can’t it shut up?
Always announcing, exclaiming, shrieking;
Others watch with wide-eyed fascination
But it’s just a box,
Images and sound force-feeding ideas
Into a blank-minded audience.
It wasn’t like this before.
They thought, created, sang,
But now all but husks of humans are left,
Watching, watching, forever only seeing
Doing nothing to live, to laugh at
Something other than the box.
No individual in a sea of strangely tinted faces,
Smiling, frowning, crying at the same things
Sitting all in a row on the couch.

Outside the window,
Serene darkness
Folds itself around unlit candles
that glow a feeble blue
from within.
Stars shine bright,
Winking behind wandering clouds
Outside my window
And I think to myself,
Another walk tonight?

A Moment in Time

This was a piece I did last year for English class. Didn't really have anything else to post this week, besides my short story, which I may post next time. That one's quite long, so it may be better to do during the long weekend!

I wrote this about a camping/conoeing trip I took last summer. It was really fun, and a new experience for me because I had never gone on an intense camping trip like this before! We moved campsites everyday, so we'd pack up our tents before breakfast, make breakfast and eat it while making lunch, and then set off in our canoes. We wouldn't land until 5 p.m. everyday. Brutal. But fun, overall. One thing I noticed was that the further you got away from the boat launch, the clearer and more beautiful the water...
Hmm. Says something about the city, doesn't it?

Anyway, this "moment" takes place on the first night of our trip, and at the campsite that was furthest away from the dock.
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Eccentric Person Sketch (for writing class)

This was an assignment for my writing class...thought I'd share it with you. It's a bit choppy in places because we were only supposed to write a page, and I thought my teacher meant a page double-sided, but most people only wrote on one side. No, wait, that's not the reason it's choppy; this is a very cut-down version! So I had to leave parts out to make it fit onto one sheet of paper.

That was hard...

Anyway, it's a piece detailing an eccentric/ strange person in my life. I guess this guy's not so 'eccentric', but this kept tugging at me, telling me to write about him. So I did.

If, by any chance, you can guess who he is, PLEASE DO NOT TRY AND GUESS ON MY BLOG. I DON'T WANT ANY NAMES ON HERE!!

Ask me in person if you're curious.

And please leave comments. Thanks :)

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