Jan. 8th, 2003
I write poetry!
Jan. 8th, 2003 10:17 pmErm . . . kinda. Just had the first two lines stuck in my head for over a year and I finally decided to put them to use.
Kywehn's loss
You taught me how to fly
and then you clipped my wings.
I had the freedom to soar
but I was then found caged.
The same hand that caressed
bloodied my once strong frame.
What was once a song of joy
faded into a shriek of terror.
Light fell to dark
Joy to sorrow
All is gone
Everything lost
Faded to black.
Really didn't intend it to be Kywehn's feelings of when she was outcast, but it seemed to fit. Though her design is already over a year old, Kywehn's character is actually not very well developed. I think this helped to form that.
I think people tend to be surprised when they find out that a depressing, or at least somewhat dark poem was written when said poet wasn't necessarily depressed or sad. Words just come and you have to put them out. Same as with my writing. Hmm, I think that's my writing for the week, harr. Still need to finish editing TTF and then tacking on part six and the beginnings of seven.
Kywehn's loss
You taught me how to fly
and then you clipped my wings.
I had the freedom to soar
but I was then found caged.
The same hand that caressed
bloodied my once strong frame.
What was once a song of joy
faded into a shriek of terror.
Light fell to dark
Joy to sorrow
All is gone
Everything lost
Faded to black.
Really didn't intend it to be Kywehn's feelings of when she was outcast, but it seemed to fit. Though her design is already over a year old, Kywehn's character is actually not very well developed. I think this helped to form that.
I think people tend to be surprised when they find out that a depressing, or at least somewhat dark poem was written when said poet wasn't necessarily depressed or sad. Words just come and you have to put them out. Same as with my writing. Hmm, I think that's my writing for the week, harr. Still need to finish editing TTF and then tacking on part six and the beginnings of seven.
I bought an old, falling apart leather-bound book that, judging by a rough guess at the roman numerals at the front (curse their romans and lack of effecient numbering!), it was printed in 1887.
The initial reason for buying the book was "every library needs an old, leather-bound book that's falling apart to be complete."
But now I know the REAL reason! It's found in this quote!:
"The regular course of studies, the years of academical and professional education, have not yielded me better facts that some idle books under the bench at the Latin School. What we do not call education is more precious that that which we call so. We form no guess, at the time of recieving a thought, of its comparative value. And education often wastes its effort in attempts to thward and baulk this natrual magnetism, which is sure to select what belongs to it." ~R.W. Emerson
And it's true!
and I should be in bed . .. *reads more*
The initial reason for buying the book was "every library needs an old, leather-bound book that's falling apart to be complete."
But now I know the REAL reason! It's found in this quote!:
"The regular course of studies, the years of academical and professional education, have not yielded me better facts that some idle books under the bench at the Latin School. What we do not call education is more precious that that which we call so. We form no guess, at the time of recieving a thought, of its comparative value. And education often wastes its effort in attempts to thward and baulk this natrual magnetism, which is sure to select what belongs to it." ~R.W. Emerson
And it's true!
and I should be in bed . .. *reads more*