Writing is my refuge...

Typepad Evaluation

When I first learned our English assignment was to maintain a weblog, despite my intense dislike of on-line journals (ie. My Space), I admit I was pretty excited. I always thought of English class being the typical book-and-paper business. It was very innovative to incorporate the use of technology, something that has manifested teenage lives. It added a fun little twist into the monotony of writing. I especially like the fact that by posting your writing on-line, it is opened to many more critical readers than could ever be reached in a classroom. The main downside is the frequent occurrence of computer glitches. This inconsistency makes it just plain frustrating and time consuming to post. Since I was quite content with TypePad's interface, I wouldn't really tell them to change anything. The design was easy to follow because of the step-by-step instructions. (That means a lot coming from me, seeing as I am not most computer savvy person.) I think providing the sites for free is a superb way to let those who have no idea what a weblog is all about test out the product.

The post I am most proud of is my college essay about my favorite natural phenomenon. I chose the stars because I am obviously extremely passionate about them, and I hoped that everyone reading it would feel and experience my burning admiration/appreciation. I spent a long time on the piece, carefully choosing the words, modeling it off of our class analysis' on other literature. Out of the weblogs I viewed, my favorite one was Huy's. He is an amazing writer and I have had the fortune of being in his reading/writing groups. The set up of his front page really emphasizes the tones and the themes of his writing. His masterful poetry reminds me of professional poems I would read from the library. I just wish he shared more with the class and that is why I loved his weblog because it was open so everyone could enjoy his brilliance.

Stars

    Ralph Waldo Emerson stellarly observed, "If the stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how men would believe and adore; and preserve for many generations the remembrance of the city of God which had been shown!But every night come out these envoys of beauty and light the universe with their admonishing smile."

Time is my enemy

    I'd like to think I am unique, but I know I am not.

    I am lost like an inferior grain of sand, a slave to time of an ever turning hour glass. Constantly discombobulated; my whole world flipped upside down at the flick of God's wrist.

Hope

I sit huddled in a ball, childishly rocking back and forth. I gather darkness around me, forming a blanket against the cold, constructing my nest for self reflection, where I hatch my thoughts and witness the births of miracles. I absorb the ambiance of my environment, digest it and regurgitate it, as to nurture and support these fledgling ideas. Once matured, developed to perfection, they take flight, and I pray that they will make a difference in the world.

Loneliness

Lips, trembling with loneliness, silently utter passionate words. From a harmonized pencil tip, my weapon of expression, drip out the painful words that dare not be whispered to an ear. They fall to their death, splattering upon my paper, tainting its whiteness. Red words creep into the page, infiltrating the lines, slowly fading, until the page is clear again, until my mind is clear again, so my brain can command my heart to move on.