In the Time

In the time that I have been blogging on Xanga, and not on here, I have changed a lot.

I've become a bit more philosophical, thinking deeper about various subjects and changing my writing style.

For the better, I think.

I've also become one of those leeching freeverse poets, the ones who don't actually rhyme but try and make things sound pretty.

In my opinion, I like them better than the regular poets.

Regular poets are rarely good enough. William Blake, Edgar Allen Poe... I don't like many others. The ones that I do like tend to be anonymous.

Freeverse poets, however.

I think I'll throw some metaphors into this one.

They love words.

They arrange them into beautiful little rows and jars of syllables,
Attaching connotations to every word you read.
Suddenly, a thatched roof is not simply a thatched roof,
They speak about it with such passion that you realize
It is somebody's word on the surface,
But somebody's memory underneath.

They are like artists, but with words.
Making everything aesthetically pleasing to the mind, your inner being.
It has to not just sound beautiful,
It has to look like the artist put some thought and imagination into it,
Because certain pictures go before certain pictures, leading you to each meaning of the parts in the painting.
They make you stop at certain places,
Where the brush strokes end, and you have to pick up the image.
And when you are done looking at it, and are ready to walk away, it hits you;
The image that the artist was trying to portray,
That makes you stop and look at it again.
You realized that it is not just Jesus spreading his hands, as his disciples stack up next to him,
It is the overall feeling that it creates, the story behind it, the inspiration that you can feel emanating in the place where the artist would be.

That is what a good freeverse poet does.

In any case.

If you look at my Xanga blog, which I may or may not tell you about, depending on who asks, you can see as my thoughts progress and my views change and my inner me develops through the words and pictures that I paint and others paint for me.

Because some paintings change a person,
Some feelings change a meaning,
Some words change an image.

Now, I think, I will change this to make it more like the me I am not,
Instead of the postcard of who I once was.

Compare and contrast

I am currently testing out two blogging sites that (as certain reliable sources say) are the best blogging sites.
This one and Xanga.
I will probably end up keeping both of them, but the one that I like the least will get less teatment than the one I like the most.
Currently on top of my homework so far, and on my way to earning boba at an Asian tea/snack place. I have a little rewarding system where if I complete something in a certain amount of time, I earn 1/5 of a point. When I reach 5/5 (or one point), I get to buy myself some boba next time I am at a convenient place to get one.
That's the insight for the day.

Just because I can

Simply because I can right now, I will ramble.
I haven't actually blogged anything for a million years. The last time I blogged something was on my Neopet's petpage about three years ago, when Neopets was still amazing and I could actually find a good roleplaying board. No longer, though. You have to actually join something to find a good, steady roleplay these days, and a lot of the time the ones you join aren't even good and steady, even if they seemed like it.
My fantastical friend, satchiimonster, told me about this place. Actually she told me about her blog here, which then told me about this place, but that's the same thing right? I am going to go off and code something on here to make it look more interesting because right now it looks really... bare and unloved.
So so so so so. The first day of my new school started last week, and I'm getting in the habit of waking up earlier than usual every morning (which is 6 for me) and driving to my friends house at about 6:50 so that we can leave and pick up my other friend and get to school by 7:40 or so. One of my friends who goes there who I don't carpool with has not really held a sustaining conversatoin with me for a couple of days, but then again, she's in a different class making new friends. I honestly can't blame her, and I can't say I'm jelous because I'm doing the same thing.
Right now we are taking PSYCHOLOGY!!!! I am so excited. We're going to move on to geography later in the year though (bleugh), which means that I will probably have to memorize countries and cities and capitals and blah blah blah... I really hate memorizing things. They never stick with me. Ever.
Pretty soon I will get off and do my homework, but not before I leave and make sure that none of the (un)reliable roleplays that I've joined have posted anything. Then I will probably check OneManga for updates, and double check that nothing has happened in my e-mailular area.


TTFN, and I will post more stuff later.
-Ink