Mario: The Poem

 Because I have no life.                                    

                                             I’m going on an adventu             re. There will

                                             be dangers and challeng             eges along the

                                     way. I am prepared to do anything to accom plish my

                                     goals, for the one I love is threatened. I must protect

                                     my darling, sa ve her fro m th e b           easts of this w

                                     orld who are  determin  ed to kee           p us apart. De

                           ar G  od,  help me through this quest.  How many times mor  

                           e mu st I  kill  the relentless ene  mies, never allowed a brea  

                           k? Li  fe i   s unfair t  o so many other s. Who am I to c ompl

                           ain i n a w orld so f  ull of heartache ? D o I really have a righ

                           t to whin e when I have been blessed with outsta ndin

                           g friends hips, a successful love life, and a steady  sour

                                             ce of income? No. I have no right.. .and yet.

                                             I seem to have drawn the short en d of the

                  stick somewhere al ong  the line. The fates h ave brou            ught i

                  t upon themselves to c ast me into a life of hardship a           nd pai

n.  It seems some may envy my accomplish ments. There  are a                 lways tho

se ignora nt enough to desire these c  halle nges. Take th em, I                 say. Go a

head. Not onc e have I seen anyon e actually step for ward . A bunch of phonie

s they are. No . These challenges I overcome on my o wn. I’ ve come to terms w

         ith t                   hat predicament ag es a  go. Right here, right now , I’d just l

         ike                     to pre pare myself for this next mission. To far off lands I w

                  ill ventur e. To unknown territory I shall explore. The going may be di

                  fficult. B ut I swear to the heavens that as long as I can brea the and a

         s long as I can fight I will continue. There  

         is too much at stake. I will never give up

         this fight

         for love…  

Free Writes- Part 1

So a while back I shared with you a piece from my Composition class journal. To be honest it wasn't the most interesting one in there.  In fact, as it so happened, the most passionate journal entries I wrote were about my hatred of Free Writes. The Free Writes would be journal entries that had no prompt, where we could write about anything we pleased. It's actually incredibly ironic how much I hated them.

I really don't know what it was, but I always had such a hard time thinking of something to write. Kind of weird... considering I keep a blog... which is pretty much just a giant free write...

Anyway, I figured I'd share some of my heart-felt hate writing. There are quite a few entries about this, so I'll only post a few and then add more at a later date.

Journal #23: Free Write


I present to you the difficulty that comes with writing a free write journal entry:


You enter a classroom. Sit down. look up. Your eyes search for the journal topic, but all they find are two empty words: "Free Write". They hold so much power, and yet none at all. You sit, stare, and ponder. What really comes with those words? Endless possibilities, endless choices, yet no guidance. Your mind jumps around like a bouncy ball. What can there possibly be to write a page about? You sit uncomfortably, staring at the blankness of your paper and the stillness of your pencil. Minutes tick away and you see others writing, clearly not having as much trouble as you are. Desperate, you open a folder, taking out the list of possible things to write about. It tells you to describe puppies, rainbows, and unicorns. Hell no. Your eyes scan the list once more, but it provides nothing but a desire to incinerate your notebook. What is there to write about?! You think about your day, but nothing special happened. Family, friends, thoughts... nothing. it's too early in the morning. Others have finished writing, and you feel preposterous with an empty paper and a blank mind. You decide all free writes should cease to exist, because the only thing that inhabits your mind is how difficult it is to fill a page on a free write day.


The irony. It hurts.

Needless to say I'll be writing about puppies, rainbows, and unicorns tomorrow just to prove my past self wrong.

Here is another, in poem form.

Journal #32- Free Write: A Poem of Malice


Free writes are nasty, lame, and cruel...
Truly the last thing I'd want to do in school.
For a journal topic just make a decision
Before my head and this desk have a collision.
Instead of working on my essay,
I have to think of rhymes that now look quite mess...ay.
So many essays and tests my brain is fried,
But this free write has made it shriveled and dried.
There really is nothing to write about,
No blizzards or tornados or even a drought.
This free write rhyme started out okay,
But with more space on the paper I'm running out of things to say.
This free write in my honor I did miss.
but who's to say it wasn't on pur...piss.
Just kidding, Mr. B, you know I am,
Because I have to make it up anyway... some plan.
I can write about anything, anything at all.
This hat, those shoes, or even the mall.
Except I would like to see you try,
To write a whole page about a hat without starting to cry.
So with malice I write this free write poem,
Because all I want is to go... hoem.


In case you were wondering, my teacher had been so amused by my free write hatred that he'd assigned one in my honor the day I was absent. Unfortunately I still had to make it up.

So yeah. I'm not really sure how I went from hating writing about anything at all to doing exactly that every Friday... but it's happened, and I don't hate it anymore. Actually, I'm a bit pissed at my last year self for being such a whiner. Then again, later on the free write hate letters get kind of funny... so props to my old self for that... but still. I.. never mind. Just ignore me right now. I'm confused.

Expect a post about rainbows, puppies, unicorns, hats, the mall, and "those shoes".