Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Wax Poetic

"To become increasingly verbose and romantic in speech. To become more and more like a poem."

How poetic.

I have been in the mood to become more poetic myself. Not only to write more but to know more. My literature anthology from school holds many varied poems from 1500 to the present and I love to pick it up in passing and glance at a few before putting it back on its shelf. Today I read several and wanted to share a couple that I enjoyed...

When I was fair and young
Queen Elizabeth I

When I was fair and young, and favor graced me,
Of many was I sought, their mistress for to be;
But I did scorn them all, and answered them therefore,
"Go, go, go seek some otherwhere,
Importune me no more!"

How many weeping eyes I made to pine with woe,
How many sighing hearts, I have no skill to show;
Yet I the prouder grew, and answered them therefore,
"Go, go, go seek some otherwhere,
Importune me no more!"

Then spake fair Venus' son, that proud victorious boy,
And said: "Fine dame, since that you be so coy,
I will so pluck your plumed that you shall say no more,
'Go, go, go seek some otherwhere,
Importune me no more!'"

When he had spake these words, such change grew in my breast
That neither night nor day since that, I could take any rest.
Then lo! I did repent that I had said before,
"Go, go, go seek some otherwhere,
Importune me no more!"

Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part
Michael Drayton

Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part;
Nay, I have done, you get no more of me,
And I am glad, yea glad with all my heart
That thus so cleanly I myself can free;
Shake hands forever, cancel all our vows,
And when we meet at any time again,
Be it not seen in either of our brows
That we one jot of former love retain.
Now at the last gasp of love's latest breath,
When his pulse failing, passion speechless lies,
When faith is kneeling by his bed of death,
And innocence is closing up his eyes,
Now if thou wouldst, when all have given him over,
From death to life thou mightst him yet recover.

I know, they're both slightly gloomy, but I enjoyed them nonetheless.

Perhaps I will make this a habit, posting poems I enjoy. Look out for more in the future, I suppose!

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Loves like a hurricane

He is jealous for me
Loves like a hurricane
I am a tree
Bending beneath the weight of His wind and mercy

When all of a sudden
I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory
and I realize just how beautiful you are
and how great Your affections are for me

And oh, how He love us so
Oh, how He love us
How He loves us all

We are His portion
and He is our prize
Drawn to redemption
by the grace in His eyes
If grace is an ocean, we're all sinking

And Heaven meets earth like an unforseen kiss
and my heart turns violently inside of my chest
I don't have time to maintain these regrets
When I think about the way...

That He loves us.


This is probably along the lines of what I looked like when I first started blogging on this site. Maybe a tad less juvenile but I wouldn't bet my life on it.

I absolutely love reading back on my life. The little I've recorded gives such an interesting look on how much I've changed in such a short period of time. I have a diary that I've actually kept since January. That is an epic feat in itself! When I read back on things I enjoyed, boys I liked, movies I saw, concerts I attended, etc. it always makes me so happy. I love to reminisce.

That Facebook quiz was right: "Which Beatles song describes your life?" with a result of "'Yesterday'- you live in the past." Basically.

Monday, November 23, 2009

Le ciel de cristal

I needed another blog makeover.

Deep down in the depths of my "internet-soul" I wish that I could post things that kept up with the new look of my blog on the coolness scale. However, I know better. So, I've decided to think, "If my blog looks amazing then it shouldn't matter what drivel I post upon its lovely pages. It's beauty will make up for it."

Design greatness equals blog-post laziness.

Enjoy random postings of beautiful pictures that shall work to buffer the nonsense in between!

(Really, I love myself and everything I have to say. I just don't assume you do.)

Monday, November 2, 2009

At last...

I need to be inspired. I feel that sooner or later my creativity is going to dry up like an old prune in the sun. It goes along with my theory that if you do not exercise your brain it will atrophy, just like an unused muscle. I very clearly see this in my life. I haven't been in school for a few months now and I can already feel my mind losing its ambition, its drive... Along with it goes my creativity, I fear. I mean, now that I think about it, this paragraph is the most I have written in months! I never have any desire to write in my journal anymore, not to mention my complete lack of poetical inspiration lately. I'm sure I've mentioned this in the past but poetry used to be something that was simply a part of me. It came very naturally to me. Nowadays, I hardly rhyme on accident.

There needs to be something that enters my life that sparks my imagination. My daily routine has been the same since I started working in July and I've experienced no tremendous occurrence or change since. I've made a couple new acquaintances recently but it hasn't had too much of an impact on me quite yet.

Who knows? Maybe some life-changing, earth-shattering experience will come along when I least expect it and everything will change. Or perhaps I need to start pushing myself more. Perhaps I need to treat my mind as a muscle after all. Work it out. Exercise it little by little.

This post certainly feels like a breath of fresh air... It feels good to be writing something at last.

(Sorry, I had to!)