kylierenea

Writer's Block: Fresh Flowers or Crunchy Leaves?

2009-03-21T02:22:03Z

It's the first day of spring in the Northern Hemisphere and the first day of autumn in the Southern Hemisphere. What season do you want it to be where you live?

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SUMMER! I want it to be Summer. It's already Spring, so it's getting closer :)

Writer's Block: A Little Green

2009-03-17T16:42:14Z

Top o' the morning to you! Has anyone ever pinched you for not wearing green on St. Patrick's Day?

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YES! Every year. I ALWAYS forget to wear green. I've tried the "my underwear is green" excuse before...then called them a creep when they asked to see :D...lol

Writer's Block: Know Thyself

2009-03-14T17:55:09Z

What habit of your own annoys other people? Have you ever tried to change it?

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lol, I have a habbit of asking stupid questions. I normally realize how stupid they are halfway through asking. So then I sound even more stupid if I stop right in the middle, so I continue, then say, "that was stupid".

202-683-1455

2009-03-13T15:55:16Z

202-683-1455 LOOK OUT FOR THIS NUMBER! This is a very bad number. I don't know why, but I keep getting calls from that number and it's driving me CRAZY! I don't know how to stop them, but I'm not gonna waste my phone minutes by answering their calls.

Writer's Block: You Might Be Surprised to Hear...

2009-03-12T05:00:56Z

Well, I don't have a job (yet) so I don't have any co-workers (yet) but if I did, I think they would be surprised to know that I won the most prestigious jazz band award (Louis Armstrong Jazz band award for playing sax) my senior year of high school. I remember getting it; standing among all of my band class mates in front of the parents and friends of all the band members, and the last thing I expected was to hear my name. When he said I had won the award, I instantly got goosebumps and couldn't stop smiling. I also felt a little paralyzed, which is a first for me.

Publishing?

2009-03-10T21:11:02Z

I'm trying to find a way to self-publish my poetry. All I want to do is be able to have all my poetry printed nicely on paper in a book with a custom cover that I created, you know? It seems like every time I look for a kit to self publish it always makes you pay a LOT! Ok, I know it's not going to be free, but it would be cool to find something affordable.

Excuses, excuses

2009-03-10T16:26:12Z

Dear Mr. Peterson,

I apologize for being late to work yesterday. I know that I should not come up with excuses but I really did have a bad morning; it wasn’t my fault. You see, first I slept in. I set my alarm the night before but without noticing it I set it for pm, not am. I got up and hurriedly got ready for work. Being so hurried I accidentally spilled my cup of coffee all over my clean pants, so I had to go back and change my clothes again. Being so distraught from my already bad morning, I didn’t notice that my car was overheating as I was headed down the road. My car broke down not even two blocks from my house and I had to start walking. As I was walking past a dark alley a midget jumped out and mugged me at knifepoint. I had to give him my purse and my briefcase that had all of those papers in it that I was supposed to bring you that day. After that I broke my leg from falling out of a short tree that I had to climb to get away from the midget mugger. As I was laying there in pain I was set on fire by Hannah Montana (NOT Miley Cyrus!). After I put the fire out, I was surprised by a horse that started raping me! I couldn’t get away! Then I found myself covered by the bloody remains of a man who just spontaneously exploded right in front of me. It was really disgusting. Right then a mob of Flintstone vitamin minis and a gang of gummy bears stuck themselves to my body and dissolved my skin with acid they got from that weird place next door and then rolled my skinless body in a tub full of salt. As I was approaching work a random car on the road transformed into Satan and killed a large group of children crossing the street while a pregnant woman gave birth to an alien baby that fell out the window, landed in my arms, and gave me AIDS. That is why I was late to work yesterday. I am truly sorry and I hope that you can understand why I could not have made it to work on time.

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2009-03-10T15:53:30Z

Suppose you are driving down the street in a car that is going 50 mph. The windows are rolled up and there is a fly in the car. The fly is sitting on the seat of the car but then starts to fly around the car. Since the car is going 50mph, is the fly flying at 50mph? Then if that is true I guess if you were to throw something at your brother next to you in the car it would hit him going 50mph. If the fly is not flying 50mph then wouldn't this prove that speed is based on wind resistance?

The letter Q, a very dependent letter...

2009-03-10T15:52:15Z

The letter Q is a very dependent letter. It’s kind of a weird thing to think about, but it is. I mean, how many words is there that actually contain the letter Q? How many of those words contain the letter Q without the letter U? Not very many is there? How could the letter Q possible survive without the letter U? The letter U is a very important letter. Imagine how much W looks up to U? I mean, W was named after U…twice. U is very important.

A Different Sunday Morning

2009-03-10T15:44:10Z

That Sunday Morning,
the fresh scent of winter in the air,
just slightly coming through the door every time it opens,
entering with the people coming in from the outside,
and following them everywhere they go.

Everyone seated,
spaced out as if saving a seat for someone that was never coming.
A man up at the front,
he speaks,
wanting me to listen,
and he thinks I am for my eyes are on him,
but my mind wanders farther away with every word he says.

He asks for a moment of silence,
and as I see curly, grey-haired women
and the almost fully-bald elderly men bow their heads,
I too, look to the floor.

I do not close my eyes like everyone else;
they remain open as I study my shoes on the back of the pew in front of me.
I know I shouldn't have my feet on the books,
getting them dirty from the dry, dust-like dirt on the bottom of my shoes,
but I do it anyway.

I finally notice the silence of the room,
so big it could echo with every slight movement you make,
yet remains silent.

There are so many people in here with me,
too many to count without getting distracted by the beautiful fall leaves,
catching the warm, yellow sunlight outside the partially shaded window.
Still so silent you can hear the clock ticking from the other side of the room.

For the first time I close my eyes
and picture darkness.

My mind wanders and finally,
when I open my eyes,
seeing so many people surprised me,
for the silence was so deep,
it was as if their spirits had left their bodies,
As if they were already in Heaven,
As if God had already called them home,
but he left me behind because I had not listened to what the pastor was saying.
Because I never closed my eyes during prayer,
or maybe, because I had my feet on the pew in front of me,
dirtying the books.

Writer's Block: Passing Time

2009-03-10T15:39:30Z

When you're stuck in a boring class or meeting, what's your favorite way to keep yourself entertained (or at least from falling asleep)?

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I know it sounds really stupid, but I write down the minutes that I have left in class all across my paper and then, as the minutes go by, I cross them out. I try to estimate five minutes before I look at the clock next and see how close I can get.

Be Yourself

2009-03-10T01:18:36Z

Close your eyes.
Forget everything else around you.
Lose all sense of your body
but feel your heart.
Listen to your breathing
as your lungs fill with air.
Cold air that feels sharp
as it flows in your nose.
There's just your mind,
your lungs,
and your heart.
Imagine a single tree.
no sky,
no ground,
no world.
Just a tree.
A fall tree.
Imagine that the wind you feel
on your cheeks
and through your hair
is blowing the leaves.
They fly off their branches,
free from their burdening green life
that kept them grounded.
Feel their happiness
as they're flying away,
free to go
wherever the wind will take them
and the best part,
they are unique.
No longer green
like all the others
but letting their
colors shine through
to be different.
Now open your eyes.

Poem #1: Maybe

2009-01-26T03:08:09Z

Why do you push me?
is it because you know that I'm already so close to the edge?
I can only go so far before I fall off,
but maybe you already know that.
Maybe you want me to fall,
to be crushed,
to die on the jagged rocks below.
Maybe you want to see my blood
dripping from my heart,
bleeding from my eyes,
just like the tears you cried for me.
Or maybe you don't want me to fall,
just to be so close to the edge,
so very close
so that maybe you can rescue me.
Maybe you just want me to go back to that place
where our love exists,
or at least once existed,
if you even want to call it love at all.
But I won't go back.
There's no way.
We had nothing but meaningless words and lying hearts
but it wasn't our fault.
It was everything around us,
inside us,
and even above us
looking down on us
not meaning a thing they do to us
but not knowing that they're doing so much,
which is probably just like you right now,
not knowing that I'm so very close to the edge,
about to fall off, to lie on the jagged rocks,
bleeding because you pushed me just a little too far.
Maybe you really don't mean it,
you don't mean a thing you do to me that hurts me at all.
Maybe you just don't care anymore.
Maybe I'm the one holding on to what should be let go of.
Maybe I don't know anything anymore.
Maybe the whole world is trying to tell me to listen,
to understand,
to wake up to what is going on.
Maybe I just don't want to wake up.
Maybe I want to stay in my dream world.
It's definitely better here.
Out there you never know what to think,
believe, or who to listen to and to trust.
Maybe I'm not cut out to live in this world.
Maybe I really don't exist.
Maybe YOU don't exist.
Maybe I just made you up.
You're an excuse for me.
Maybe there's no one pushing me but
I'm just walking willingly, or maybe even running toward the edge,
or maybe there really is no edge at all.