So, looking back on this year (yes, I know, it's not the "end" of the school year yet), a lot of stuff has happened. I sorta learned how to study from chem and apush. I learned a lot about poetry and writing in general from creative writing. I grew closer to some people, became further from others, etc. etc.
Broke up with my then-bf. Got an electric toothbrush. Moved into my sister's old room. Started volunteering for tkd. Got my black belt (which is incredibly stiff and huge and annoying). Discovered lots of really good anime/manga. But then my definition of "good" tends to be other people's definition of "boring," so... (I can always share my opinions with Eda at least, She agrees with me on stuff. :D)
I learned what a process it is to write a short story and that, no matter what, your first draft is almost always going to be complete crap. Especially if you write the story in a week. I learned to write a villanelle and a pantoum and a ghazal (pronounced "guzzle" and it's just as annoying as it sounds) as well as a sestina. (Speaking of the pantoum, mine is rather nice. I think I'll stick it somewhere down below...).
I learned how strange it feels to sort of, but not quite yet, realize that life is just moving on, and time is just passing by. Of course, this was because my sister moved out on Friday to North Carolina. And that it'll continue passing by. We'll all graduate high school, move on to college, and then move on to our own separate lives with serious jobs and whatnot. (Weird.)
Yeah, but in any case, this year's been interesting, thankfully not as drama-filled as last year, ne? Though I was actually involved in one or two of them, rather than just watching...
Anyway, here's my pantoum (it doesn't strictly follow the rules, but that's ok):
Escaping with Bloody Chains
The lights are flashing and there’s nowhere to go.
I wonder—how many years until the end comes?
The screams die out and the music slows;
“I’ll wait for you” she says, and then off she runs.
How many years, I wonder, until the end comes?
The end of fights, of raised voices, of fear.
“I’ll wait for you” she says, and then off she runs.
When will I see her? Perhaps, now, the end is near.
The end of fights, of raised voices, of fear
as old bruises disappear under fresh cuts.
Will I ever see her? No, the end is here,
waiting for me to turn that dark corner.
As old bruises disappear under fresh cuts,
the lights are flashing and there’s nowhere to go.
Waiting for me to turn that dark corner,
the screams die out and the music slows.
From Hell, my sister
watches the show.
It's not based on anything--I just had a pantoum due for creative writing. I was at a party a few nights before the due date, and it was loud and dark and the lights were flashing. So I whipped out my notebook (cuz I was bored) and started writing the first few lines.
Thanks to Lesley and Kristy for helping me rhyme my pantoum...or was that my villanelle? Whatever. Thanks for the rhyming. 'Specially Kristy (Lesley was too busy playing cards).
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