Word Association

An exercise in my Creative Writing class: write a poem using the words from a class word association activity.

The magician's creativity reincarnated what seemed to be a vivid description of Alice In Wonderland.
My belief behind astronomy and movies is only seen as half a scissor, a blade, a mad scientist.
What will the paparazzi do now?
Have I committed social suicide, telling Johnny (Depp or otherwise) that I might escape to Vegas?
This law of physics, and the apple, mean nothing to me.
Karma reddens as the tiger inside you metamorphoses into an insignificant worm.
The sun to Newton is not the sun to Metallica.
The bunnies were hungover, Wayne.

The Ocean, The Sea

The ocean, the sea
Two things to fascinate me.
Bodies of water, bodies with limbs
Creeks like fingers, rivers like arms, lakes like hands.

From the shallows to the darkness,
From the tide to the waves,
From the lost anchors to the lost vessels at sea,
From the moonlit reefs to the sunshine's reflection,
From the smallest of minnows to the largest of monsters,
The ocean is expansive.
The ocean is like a giant aquarium:
Edges like glass,
Sunken ships.
"Anchors aweigh," says the Captain.
Little does he know the mystery beneath him.
The wind, the rain, the hurricanes,
Become familiar with each other.
An aqueous wasteland, some of which is undiscovered.
But the fish know what's there.
The ocean is no mystery to them.
They are mere spectators in an audience of wonder.
All that's left is its discovery.

This is Not an Obligation

I want to start the movement;
I want to wake the generation.

Could I be any more happy?
I can't bear to lose this opportunity
to cherish life, and look back on the things I love.
After witnessing perfection at its best,
my thoughts are going haywire.
The good kind of haywire.
A needle in a haystack.
Electrical wires.
Wires, and the concept of breathing.
Driving aimlessly in the sky.
Listening to the sky.
Listening to the sky in stereo.
I write because I love.
I love because I can,
not because I feel an obligation.
Are we obligated?
Obliged on a hang glider, what to do?
And that's when I fell into the stream.
The stream of consciousness.

Past the Point of Conversation

when i woke up this morning to find you not here,
i started to think
'where did you go,
and why did you leave me here alone?'
'cause you always told me
you're always gonna be right beside me, here
so i'm asking you
just please don't go away from here
just please stay with me
and you said,
'i'm not going away'

you said you'd never leave me
you said you'd never forsake me
and you were right

Mirrors

as i look into the mirror,
the suspicious looking glass,
i think about my calling
and i see my future pass.

time and time again
i gaze into my eyes
with nothing left to find
but a lonely, scared disguise.

i tend to have my own perception
about what lies beneath my shallow reflection.
i overlook the sly deception
leaving my thoughts for recollection.

i'm searching for an answer
for this holy transformation
while my mind, spirit, and soul
wander off in my mind's elation.

i dream, i wish,
i ponder, i percieve.
i think, i ask,
i wonder, i believe.

God

is wonderful. He has shown so much to me these past few months in college, and I couldn't feel any better. Thank you Father.

inspiration much?

these aren't my words, but they are amazingly written.

--The Eternal Ocean--

We hold out our hands
We receive what we demand
We plant our innocent seeds
in the most barren land
The food that fills our stomach
Turns to dirt beneath our feet
It’s hard to grasp this concept
When it’s always out of reach
Father, How come it seems you’re always out of reach

I hold out my hands
I make my commands
I’ve asked for bits of your love to warm my fragile hands
And though I’ve asked a million times
I’ve still got no reply
So I sit here waiting

I’m not gonna lie
It’s been a long time
Since I stepped foot on an ocean shore
But I lack the proper vessel to make it through the storms
And so I sit here waiting for something
Waiting for more

More,
I’ve been waiting for more
I’ve been waiting
I’ve been waiting for more
I’ve been waiting for

“For only I know the plans I have for you,” says the Lord.
“They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope.
And in those days when you pray, I will listen.
And when you look for me with all your heart, you will find me.
I will end your captivity and restore your fortunes.
I will gather you out of the places where I sent you and I will bring you home again.”

A time to be born and a time to die
A time to plant and a time to reap what’s ripe
A time to kill and a time to heal
A time to tear down these walls and a time to rebuild
A time to cry and a time to laugh
A time to grieve and a time to dance
A time to scatter stones and a time to gather stones
A time to embrace and a time to turn away
A time to search and a time to lose
A time to keep and a time to throw away
A time to mend and a time to tear down
A time to love and a time to hate
A time for war and a time for peace

God has made everything beautiful for its own time.
He has planted eternity in the human heart and mind.
So I conclude that there is nothing better than to be happy and to enjoy yourselves as long as you can.

Memory will be my eternity
Memory will be my eternity whether you go or whether you stay.

(Every ending has a pulse, fast or slow in the end
Every ending has a sound, loud or soft in the end)



--The River--


I think my lips are too loose to keep hiding the truth
Kid, you’re giving me the blues
And I’d hate to cut you off so soon
But I’m too tired to sleep and
I’m too weary to dream
(Saving the one you love from falling in love with you)


A voice spoke to me but I couldn't tell who
So I just ignored it, I could have sworn that it was you
It said, "Don't mistake coincidence for fate,
For life is all about opportunity and the choices you make"



I try to retrace my steps to find I haven’t even moved at all
It’s a whisper in the rain
It’s a shadow in the hall
But try not to be scared because the truth is we’re all scared
So we just convince ourselves that the ghost isn’t there


They found me in the river
Water frozen to silver
So cold i couldn't shiver
In the coldest of winter
So take me to the river
My girl in the river
She makes my heart shiver
That girl in the river



Instilled inside my soul
(Hides the love I love to hold)
(The love that you secretly let go)
But sometimes this illusion is enough to make me feel alive



I try to retrace my steps to find I haven’t even moved at all
It’s a whisper in the rain
It’s a shadow in the hall
But try not to be scared because the truth is we’re all scared
So we just convince ourselves that the ghost isn’t there


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