Photojournalism?
I heard really loud sirens this afternoon. Like...really loud sirens. I look outside and what do I see?
I perched on our deck and walked down to the bottom of the driveway and photojournalist-ed my little heart out. The phone was ringing off the hook, too. Plus, I was home alone. Haha, so I get to tell the story. ^^ The helicopter was really, really loud. It was awesome watching it dump the water on that tree, though. Anyways, it was a grass fire that caught onto the tree. It was on the property across the street from us, but still insanely close. No houses were touched by the fire, thankfully. It's rumored that it was started by one of the girls that lives in one of those houses in that area. >.< I hope it was an accident, for her sake. When my mom saw how many pictures I had taken (about 300...it was interesting, what can I say?), she decided to email the paper with the pictures. Heh, maybe it'll get published. Who knows?
Anyways, besides all that mayhem, I watched The Classic Album show for "Night of the Opera" and I'm now obsessed with the song "'39". ^^
And I have two finished poems! I know, I finally wrapped them up. And please, for my sake, note the rhyme scheme in the first one. It's barely noticeable, but it's there, promise.
Perceptions Filled Here
Get your perceptions filled while you stop.
Pause, wait a while, it won't take long-
Guaranteed. Our values are a great deal,
They come in several different flavours:
Middle class, upper class, and working middle class.
(But secretly, they're all the same kind.
All cooked in the same pot, you see.)
Buy now and get your child's free.
Or just use yours. He hasn't half a mind.
No need for supplement, no priest, no mass,
No gods, no prayer...we are now your only saviours.
Turn it on and watch us. Take one with every meal.
It's unlike normal vitamins, it won't make you strong.
(Just don't tell our lawyers, or else we'll be a flop.)
True Art Form
As life was ending, there she stood,
The only one now sending
Us, the world, what only she could.
Words danced alive in solemnity.
They held a vision only they could see.
Words, their eyes defending, as we should.
Vision fading, eyes alert,
Feeling ice roll smoothly down, unabating.
As my limbs lie inert
They fly along twin E's,
But stopping to feel the cease
Of nerves waiting, wishing to be unhurt.
Blank canvas, every string taken over in
Colour in a flick of finess.
Every drop inside is akin
To reality's own being.
We can only take it away by seeing
It's crass depiction of a world of sin.
I hope you enjoyed reading them and got something out of em. Those are always my favorite types of poems...that you get things out of and make you think. The first poem was a quickie based on a misreading of a sign, but the first one took me a while to finish. It shows, eh? :P
Katrina
I perched on our deck and walked down to the bottom of the driveway and photojournalist-ed my little heart out. The phone was ringing off the hook, too. Plus, I was home alone. Haha, so I get to tell the story. ^^ The helicopter was really, really loud. It was awesome watching it dump the water on that tree, though. Anyways, it was a grass fire that caught onto the tree. It was on the property across the street from us, but still insanely close. No houses were touched by the fire, thankfully. It's rumored that it was started by one of the girls that lives in one of those houses in that area. >.< I hope it was an accident, for her sake. When my mom saw how many pictures I had taken (about 300...it was interesting, what can I say?), she decided to email the paper with the pictures. Heh, maybe it'll get published. Who knows?
Anyways, besides all that mayhem, I watched The Classic Album show for "Night of the Opera" and I'm now obsessed with the song "'39". ^^
And I have two finished poems! I know, I finally wrapped them up. And please, for my sake, note the rhyme scheme in the first one. It's barely noticeable, but it's there, promise.
Perceptions Filled Here
Get your perceptions filled while you stop.
Pause, wait a while, it won't take long-
Guaranteed. Our values are a great deal,
They come in several different flavours:
Middle class, upper class, and working middle class.
(But secretly, they're all the same kind.
All cooked in the same pot, you see.)
Buy now and get your child's free.
Or just use yours. He hasn't half a mind.
No need for supplement, no priest, no mass,
No gods, no prayer...we are now your only saviours.
Turn it on and watch us. Take one with every meal.
It's unlike normal vitamins, it won't make you strong.
(Just don't tell our lawyers, or else we'll be a flop.)
True Art Form
As life was ending, there she stood,
The only one now sending
Us, the world, what only she could.
Words danced alive in solemnity.
They held a vision only they could see.
Words, their eyes defending, as we should.
Vision fading, eyes alert,
Feeling ice roll smoothly down, unabating.
As my limbs lie inert
They fly along twin E's,
But stopping to feel the cease
Of nerves waiting, wishing to be unhurt.
Blank canvas, every string taken over in
Colour in a flick of finess.
Every drop inside is akin
To reality's own being.
We can only take it away by seeing
It's crass depiction of a world of sin.
I hope you enjoyed reading them and got something out of em. Those are always my favorite types of poems...that you get things out of and make you think. The first poem was a quickie based on a misreading of a sign, but the first one took me a while to finish. It shows, eh? :P
Katrina