Course Reflection

Although it all may be late and incomplete, my experience in writer's craft is one to behold. I've learned so much and improved so much as a writer.

I've found interest in a lot of thing I would have deemed silly previously. I actually enjoy poetry now. I never used to, I never thought much of it and I didn't think I would be good at it. But, with this semester coming to an end, it is now one of my favourite things to do. I just find that it comes so naturally to me and it allows me to express any emotions that I try to bottle up. Seeing a lot of other people's work has been truly inspiring too. Seeing epic speeches and hilarious presentations throughout the class have made this experience a memorable one. Although my mark may not reflect it, I've really grown and improved with this class.

Thank you so much.

Contrast

Dylan Armitage

HAIKUS

Summer

School in June, bell rings

Relax, enjoy the weather

Boiling air, day spoiled

Winter

Christmas break, content

Frolic, play in the snow banks

Too cold to enjoy.

Bad

I simply don’t know

Mind only runs blank

This is a crappy haiku.

Good

Thesaurus, practice.

Five seven five, use big words
Makes a great haiku

Day

Dreams of other worlds

Shreeking noise takes it away

Alarm clock, shut up.

Night

Overly tired

Oh my lord, I need a nap.

Blankets and warm sheets.

I worry

No one confirming

my suspicions, and no one

allaying my doubts.

Satisfaction

Its a great feeling

Get exactly what you want

Wishes do come true.

Consistent

Lack consistency

You do, have my patience? You,

Certainly do not

Persistent

But, I cant help it

Inside of my head, my heart

You will never leave.

SONNETS

Failure

What would you have me doing on this day?

Thinking of rhyme, rhythm and deep meaning

Come up with something first-class? I just may

But I have no clue what I am doing

Thinking and speaking, counting syllables

Not satisfied with anything written

My work will be less than honorable

Or painful, like as if I’ve been bitten

The teacher’s face is clearly unimpressed

All the effort put in is now worthless

Put my head down, pull at hair, clearly stressed

Not an easy task, one done with finesse

I give up, I cannot write a sonnet

It is clear now that my mark will plummet

Success

Don't lose your heart if failures come with ease;
Build up courage and try again-succeed;
Let failures not disturb your mental peace;
Delayed if mirth is sure to well exceed.

Rewards may come to some in ways unknown;
Rewards may miss the truly talented;
Rewards may make a person sometimes clown;
All flowers aren't born to be well-scented.

Though failures come, our duty we must do;
Let Nature take its time and course it must;
Results could be very untoward too;
Our human eyes cannot avoid road-dust.

The patient man will soon succeed in life;
But one knows not, how long can last one's strife. 

FREE FORM

Prisoner

Silence interrupted

He wakes to find himself behind bars

Alone, stranded, he panics

Unsure of what to do next

Out of options, he screams

Wailing for help

Not a sound to be found

His anger takes over, pouting.

Shouting once again

Gripping the cage

Fatigue, depression, sets in

He's been beaten, he whines.

On the floor,sobbing in defeat

nothing left to do but weep

a woman enters his chamber

here to rock the baby back to sleep.

Freedom

Birds chirping

Warm, soft air,

cool breeze encompasses

windows down, free flowing hair

no worries

up all night

memories being made

no reason to fright.

Never regretting.

Enjoy what's at hand

What summer's all about

Friends, drinks and warm sand

This is what we live for

You'll laugh, you'll cry, but never pout.

Doesn't get any better than this

This is what freedom's all about.

SOUND

Nature's Calm

Bug wings flap

Insects and bee drones

Birds tweet

Real noise, not what you'd do on your phones.

River water flows

Upstream in perfect form

Wind settles

The calm before the storm.

Tin house

Bang!Bang!Bang!
Rain falls on the in roof

Bang!Bang!Bang!
Resembling gunshots, the man's courage goes POOF!

CRASH!

Trees plummet

CRASH!
The man is scared of it

BANG!
Thunder roars

BANG!
Panic soars

JUST FOR FUN

Friends

Not the show, the real ones.

There for you when it's tough

There with you when you cry

They know when you're upset

They know when you're content

They make you cry, they make you laugh.

They cry with you

They laugh at you.

They bring out emotions you never thought you had.

They make you do things you never thought you'd do.

Not peer pressure, but just being comfortable.

The ones that you can go up to and say “I love you.”
And you know what they'll say back “ I love you too.”

The ones that will meet you at your locker and say “What's up loser?”
And you know you'll say with a smile “I hate you.”

You can say “I'll be there for you.”

And they'll say “I'll be there for you too.”
Friends are forever.

CHARACTER PROFILE (SCI-FI)

Artyom Aleksyev

Education: N/A

Born: May 5^th, 2016

Birthplace: Moscow, Russia

Occupation: Metro Ranger (Private)

About Me:

I live in the Moscow Metro and have lived there for the better part of my life. Shortly after I was born, the bombs that caused us to retreat into the Metro were dropped. I live at Makarov station and provide security for the Station against whatever horrors the irradiated surface/Metro can offer, like the typical mutants we've grown to call the Dark Ones as well as bandits and other enemies. I have only recently become a Metro Ranger, I became one to follow in my father's footsteps, he has taught me all I know. One day I hope to go to the surface and reminisce on the beauty that formerly was Moscow. 

Haiku #3

I simply don’t know

Mind only runs blank

This is a crappy haiku.

Haiku #2

Dreams of other worlds

Shreeking noise takes it away

Alarm clock, shut up.

Haiku #1

Indecisive world

Predictions are wrong

Nature, please make up your mind

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NwmXtN9II2Q

Sonnet

What would you have me doing on this day?

Thinking of rhyme, rhythm and deep meaning

Come up with something first-class? I just may

But I have no clue what I am doing

Thinking and speaking, counting syllables

Not satisfied with anything written

My work will be less than honorable

Or painful, like as if I’ve been bitten

The teacher’s face is clearly unimpressed

All the effort put in is now worthless

Put my head down, pull at hair, clearly stressed

Not an easy task, one done with finesse

I give up, I cannot write a sonnet

It is clear now that my mark will plummet

Project X = Unrealing

Project X, what a life changing experience. I went to go see it over the march break and I was more than impressed. The film starts off like any high school party story should, the anticipation of the parents leaving. Once that is completed, hilarity ensues. From inviting the whole school to almost getting killed by a deranged drug dealer, the lead up to the party is anything but boring. The party starts off with no one there but once everyone arrives, it really picks up. People jumping in the pool, blowing smoke in a dogs face, and putting a little person in an oven is only a small list of wild things that the film contains. The film is very well done as far as the film codes and conventions and soundtrack. This film is a high school students dream, it will have you laughing throughout and you will leave the theater itching for a house party.

Thank You

Dear Mom,

I cannot thank you enough for everything you've done. You've kept me strong no matter what. Even when I'm up in the middle of the night, isolated in my room, unleashing wave upon of wave of tears into my hands, you're there to pick me up. You're the toughest person I know, from tragedy to financial troubles, you always manage to keep a smile on your face. When you're feeling ill or in pain, you alaways manage to push through. Although we may not agree on absolutely every topic, I am forever grateful for everything you do for me. Yes, especially the things you do for me. You invest so much in order to make me happy and to give me every possible oppurtunity. I swear, one day I will find a way to repay you for everything, even if I die trying. I want you to know how it feels to be so cared for, no matter what. I love you so much Mom.

Love,
Your stubborn child, Dylan

55 Word Short Story

“I'm never drinking again." I said to myself. I could hear the doctor approaching. 

“It’s only a mild headache.” I smile at the doctor as she eases my mood.

“Could you contact my brother? He should be able to get me."The doctor gives me a puzzled look.

“He didn’t survive the crash.”

           

Forgiveness

Forgiveness is a very broad topic to talk about. I believe that you can truly forgive someone but you will never forget. Many people have done terrible things to me in my life, but I believe I can eventually forgive them. I'm not saying it will occur anytime soon, but over time, perhaps. I already have done so. When you get to that point, where you're in the process if holding a grudge against someone who you previously adored, it's quite surprising how easily you can forgive them. You think to yourself, “No, they messed up. I'm never giving them another chance.” Just as quickly, you are welcoming them back with open arms. If this person holds no previous emotional value, then the grudge process can tend to be easier but holding such a grudge usually stems through what feelings were there before. So fellow bloggers and blog readers, I can fully understand if you wish to hold a grudge, but if deep down, you truly want to let this person back in, do so to make yourself happy but be mindful of the consequences.

“You can blame it all on me.”

-Dyran

Friday Blog

So I am writing this blog in Open Office, like a boss. I will eventually copy this over to my blog but in the mean time, I will explore my options in this free version of MS Word. I started this class moderately anxious to get in some serious working time, but to no avail, Ms. Skrapits has come and sabotaged us! Sorry Mr. Heneke, I used an exclamation mark, forgive me. We had just begun to start some real work just as I heard some a familiar sound. Ms. Skrapits had come and thwarted our plans. She pleaded to Ms. Prot that she and her class have rights to the lab. Ms. Prot obliged and we packed our belonging, beginning the long and gruesome trip to the library. 30 seconds later, we arrived. We grabbed our class necessities and marched towards the seminar room where we hold the majority of our lessons and discussions. As we arrived, we go to turn the handle of the door only to hear faint voices coming from within. Our principle, Mr. Pritchard had already commandeered a class into the room already. We closed the door, understanding that pleading a case for the room would end up in failure. Now I sit, among the other students with my sub-par, dirty laptop writing out whatever comes to mind. Oh what a feeling.

My Milkshake brings all the boys to the yard.

-Dyran

Jeanette Walls does NOT have an attractive childhood!

Where should I begin? Jeanette Walls' novel Glass Castle documents her life from early childhood and so on. I have only read to page 56 but I have already been appauled by the some of the experiences that have been described through these first few chapters. Her family life if twisted beyond imagination. Although I slightly admire how she looks up to her father, I also am quite repulsed due to the overall actions of the father. It is quite evident to see that the apparent admiration of the father in unhealthy because she gives such love and care for a man that will clearly does not demonstrate the traits that are worthy of such love.

INTRO

Hello Audience! This will be my introductory blog, I will essentially be writing about whatever interests me or about whatever topics I receive from Mr. Heneke. I'm not really confident on my blogging abilities seeing as how I don't really view myself as an outgoing, interesting individual. This is my mediocre blog, deal with it.


-Dyran :)

Hearing way too many people saying "How did you do that?!"
Seems like a lot of people in Writers Craft are taking a liking to blogging
Omg, this is post 2 #waitthisisnttwitter

This a post for my brog! Don't have high expectations cause they will not be met

-Dyran