Poem Attemp and stuff.

Nov 12, 2008 08:38

Date to keep in mind for next year since :Novemeber 9th. Unless I got it wrong that's Neil Gaiman's birthday *no I"m not stalking him, or I would have known that before his birthday so there. :P:P) The birthday site says he is 48. http://www.groupcard.com/c/neil_gaiman is the place he linked to in his journal,http://journal.neilgaiman.com/ even though he put the link in wrong. Oh well, it was easy to figure. The link he has leads to the link above that one on his entry.

Moving on.

I woke up and this ditty popped into my head. I have no idea how one writes a poem to get it read the same way as it came up in my head. Since saying it with different pacing throws the whole thing off...hmm, I start to appreciate and hate poetry a little more. Oh well. I do have a book on appreciating literature so maybe I should get one on poetry too. ;P At the moment, I hate poetry really but one should try to have a open mind.

There are spaces
that don't feel right
In the darkness
of the Night

There are places
in the Night
That give me shivers
and such a fright

I'll see about adding more later. At the moment I'm debating on skipping class or going. I know I should go. I need to make some prints that I've carved in lino block and I really do want to see how they'll look in various colors. I really need to work on my art quite a lot more too.

I've written nothing for Nano Still. :( that's not good at all. Well, I won't burn in hell for it, but I think it would be nice to get something done.

Grr, I have too many things I want to do but no energy as of late. Maybe I need an energy pill ;)

Well, I guess I'll get dressed and change the liter box. STINKY. I really need to find another place that is not my bedroom for that box..

Oh, I almost forgot. Dream I had for future thoughts.
In a building, felt it falling down around me. I was able to jump out of a hole as it fell, along with my daughter who was with me. Everyone else died.
Went to a fancy hotel that was 2k a night and we were going to stay there and not pay somehow. I had a mark on my neck , a tatoo showing a time line for a sickness that'd caught. AIDS in the dream which, no I do not have in real life, thankfully. And I've only had 3 boy friends in my whole life and 1 sexual fling which is very much unlike me. *Getting too personal now, and moving on*
The hotel in my dream had a swimming pool as one of the rooms of the suite and a gym with weights and things though I didn't go into that room.
And I got the feeling that there might have been a ghost somewhere or at least I'm getting that feeling now. I might have made that part up but I'm not sure. The hotel had a lot of dark woods.
And my Ex husband was living there with me. That was weird. We weren't together, he was just there.

Now, I'm really finished. Dressing, going and I guess I'll go to school too. :P Even though I don't want to.

dreams, neil gaiman, poetry

Previous post Next post
Up