Six Word Memoirs

DEAR
     Short attention spans:
            Hullo, folks, how are you doing? It's the fourth day of Poemmas! Does anyone actually read these posts? If you do, comment down below! Today's another quickie, I'm pretty busy. :) Ever tried writing in short sentences? Six words each, to be exact. It's harder than you would think. For instance, check out this poem:

Six Word Memoirs

I could take you somewhere fantastic!

Emotion was never so damn thick.

I tried to be somebody else...

Commas were never used so often:

Paints with words to make pictures.

Thinking about writing is not writing.

             I don't suppose anyone noticed yet... Every sentence in this post but this one is made of only six words, just like the list above. I certainly do try, don't I? Hope you enjoyed this quick post! Write you later, my two readers! I really do need more readers. Would you mind sharing this blog? Thank you so much, happy December!


With A Nod And A "Mhmm",

Joélle.

Ranaway

DEAR
     Lovers of the dark:
       On the third day of Poemmas, my blogger gave to me: a really dark stream of imagery. This poem was written about how confusing the depths of an insomniac mind can be, and how reality and dreams mangle together during the night. I hope you enjoy it.

Ranaway

Stumbling away from the haters of joy,

sobbing, spurning– into

darkness hope flailed. Reason, lost, turned to crash

into the inky trees, its headlights smashed.

Limping, blaming, unforgiveness

was bloody, hate spurting; it shook blindly, accusing

the sliver moon as it innocently looked on,

shining sadly, dripping silver night.

Coughing, grabbing, fear

tripped through the underbrush, following

the abandoned wails of unforgiveness. Hidden

behind the forest’s shadow, shivers

caressed hope’s spine, despair freezing her heart.

Losing light, failing, hope peered up

as the silver moon innocently looked on,

shining sadly, dripping bright slivers of night.

Depression’s soiled tendrils, calling, pulled hope

away, as she lay on the shriveled hands of trees,

rotting on the cold earth, gasping, curling into dark.

Dreamy terror slowly emerged; fear

and unforgiveness found hope’s fragile form, aged by

misery. Her shivers ceased, eyes stared;

hope died all alone.

With A Slight Shiver,

Joélle.

Depression in Poetic Form

DEAR
     Depression:

             I have been thinking about serious issues all day-- if you're not sure what I'm talking about, read my previous post-- I thought I'd continue Poemmas with this rather deep look at the depression center of my mind. I wrote this two years ago, in a college class, and it's one of the most personal things I have ever created. I hope you like it.

Grey Thoughts

I.

A tiny void of ink, black–

my confusion blooming in that one small droplet. I

see thoughts pressed down, as shaky handwriting far

too heavy for someone who appears to be bright,

sunbeams. Emotions slowly becoming something else-

Black, curved, marching; dripping

I can taste them, touch them, almost.

But not quite.

II.

My ink feelings

leave velvet teardrops, shaded with

night, across stark paper, yet

all I see is distorted beauty:

lovely words saying terrible

things, drowning in an inky

wash wrung from my thoughts– I’d

hoped they would fade,

but the paper appears as an open wound,

raven scars biting pale skin.

III.

I'm stuck in

the exact moment between day and night,

just waiting. I'm

falling through the twilight sky, still waiting,

fading. My heart is grey, dim, alone; surrounded

by frozen sparks. I am sitting

in the arms of an autumn tree, slowly losing

my colors. – I shiver

I am covered by a bittersweet avalanche when

I cry;

the skies' tears join mine. Icy tendrils

bind my mind and my fears turn to glass

with one side. I can just see out, but no one looks

in past the glaze of laughter.

I think I might break- like glass,

like ice, like mirrors, like lies.

With A Blot Of Ink,

Joélle.

IT'S DECEMBER?! (Christmas and Apples Galore)

DEAR
      Fellow PSL lovers:
             It's the crazy, overly-commercialized season of cold and snow and cookies! Yay. Anywho, I have decided that it's time I picked up blogging again. I need to do something constructive, right? I decided to post a new poem every day until Christmas to celebrate noticing the beauty around you in everything. After that, I'll be posting poems regularly, just not every day. Hope you like them!

            Quickly, though, OH MY GREAT GOLLY GOODNESS, you must check out some fantastic Christmas music by my favorite acapella group, Pentatonix. Click here to listen to the gorgeous Pentatonix Xmas Music!

         Annnnd here is poem number one! Enjoy. Share this blog (and the Xmas playlist!) with your friends, it would be greatly appreciated!

The first red bite was love without sight; 

crisp, bright. The colors of autumn 

flooded my mouth– the taste of 

cold sunshine as it drips, 

shimmering, between 

my stiff fingers 

as they reach 

for the 

branch.

Apple 

         Yes, the title is at the end. I love poems, because you can change the rules any way you like! And apples are red. That's Christmassy, right? ;)

With Plenty of Spice And Everything Nice,

Joélle.

Ah, Randomness....

        So, the other day, we got a pedometer. Don't ask why, we just did. Everything in the package looked normal enough, but then I read the instructions. At the bottom of the page, under Notes: it said odd things such as

     3. When changing battery, please call the expert, or maybe cause damage

And my personal favorite,

     4. Breakable does not drop and wet

    I was totally baffled, albeit amused, but then I turned over the box and saw a tiny label that said Made in China. I can only imagine a confused little Chinese lady being handed the instructions in her language and being told to translate them into English. Apparently, she was really nervous!

       When we think of something funny, the same things always pop up in our minds- jokes, weird advertisements, stupid stuff we've done or been through (boy, have I got a collection of those!), and, of course, great (which means stupid) YouTube videos. Here's a list of all that stuff:

   The Jokes: (and to make it even more ridiculous, the first one's Christmas themed!)

            So there was this penguin who just happened to be on his roof on Christmas Eve, and he decided to put out a big bowl of oatmeal. As he was setting the oatmeal by the chimney, his wife joined him (for some odd reason) and asked, "What are you doing?" The penguin replied, "I'm putting out a snack for the reindeer." His wife said disbelievingly, "Yeah, right. Reindeer can't fly! That's ridiculous." And her husband said, "Well, look at us, we're talking penguins."

            Here's the other joke:

Q: How do you know a doofus has been using your computer?

A: Because there's white-out all over the screen!

   The weird advertisements:

            So I saw this really horrific advertisement in the newspaper for a fuzzy bathrobe that was amazing! and so comfortable! that apparently, You'll never want to wear clothes again! Does that or does that not just sound so WRONG?!

   And last, but absolutely not least, the YouTube videos:

              One of my absolute favorite videos off of YouTube is a random short by the actors of iCarly, a silly and awesome TV show. It is appropriately titled April Fools! and just has everyone spouting random and idiotic words and questions. Ointment!!!!  Here's the URL. I also LOVE the fake infomercial for an item accurately named The Sack.

   So, obviously, this is a very random blog post. Why, you ask? Because normal blogs aren't random at all, they are planned, meticulous, and careful. I do not enjoy sticking to the norm. Hence THIS blog. :) I couldn't stick to a regimanted blog schedule if I wanted to...