I got back from school just a few hours ago. Surprisingly enough, I didn't fall asleep in class given that I only slept for an hour or so (I really detest screwy biological clocks). Anyway, all throughout (while I did do my work), I was thinking of a concept for another short story/or long one depending on how much content I want to add as they are somewhat personal - but with a twist so it's more tragic than it seems. But, as it has appeared to me in my present shortcomings, it really is much easier to think about an idea rather than execute and finish it.
But this year, I wanted to make it a priority, now that I have a small idea on what to do after graduation. No, I will not be going straight to a university but take classes on Art and work on building up a portfolio. Then I can go to an Art school.
My hopes for last year (since I got Art class) was that I'd learn the fundamentals. But, that isn't what we got. My school is an underrated school. It's fairly old too as it's currently getting a much needed face lift that shall be ready by next year. So Art class has cut down, especially on what is 'supposed' to be learned. I was hoping to cover shading, figures, observation techniques etc. etc. but what was I to gain from expecting so much? Not a whole lot, but a little something here or there.
Ah well.
So, I wrote this poem on the concept I mentioned before I went into Rant mode - which I do when I get a fresh thought and I follow it. I wanted to personify wishing stars. Here I question the idea while giving a base intro and all but I wanted to give them the traits of a fast-living human, like the reckless types who 'live in the moment.' In a way - as I've written dabbles here and there - these stars are beings of desire as they have short lives. 'Beings of desire...?' It's tricky as most of the wishes people wish for aren't greedy or anything like that. People actually wish for good, don't they?
Okay, so these stars are bipolar (in a way). :) But that's me poking fun at the subject because I'm wondering which approach I want to take when writing because there are three scenarios that I can take, maybe even more than that.
And, I should mention, that this concept is something I overuse, ever since 'fate' and 'destiny' always seemed to mingle with the word 'star' or 'stars.' Angels is something I've long overused since people with wings fascinate me.
Etoile
Stars, the light of our wishes
Good and bad, drift in unlimited space;
Our imaginings, the sky a reflection of our collective minds.
Whether angel or devil
Of ghost or of soul,
Do your beliefs lie
Among the millions of colored lights?
Whisper along a wish,
To pass the time, bored;
For stale life loops as if in lazy slumber
For the lives that pass through it have their own missions.
So the changing atmosphere
Affects us all. Mercurial in temper
Or cool and calm in a fervent summer
A tempest rages war within us -
A mess of emotions - parleying stress
Mentally and physically
To the struggling host body.
To the struggling host body.
And thus these lights
Become the carrier - the symbol - of our escape,
Our safe place; our dreams.
And our hopes.
Is it childish?
As they distract from earthly things
And lift the burdens we can only carry
With our less than capable shoulders
During the times when we are not at our best.
Then, is there not another possible world
Among these lights?
In the blackness do they dwell
Lighting whatever they can
Within the malign conjurings of the human mind -
The human will.
Are not the stars capable of feeling too?
As they are beings fashioned of our thoughts and devices
Their lives are reckless and brief.
Their cross, glued to their backs, tied down by linings of gold;
Tiny persons ask for freedom
From the suffocating dark.
But of angel or demon
Of good or evil intent, if freed
Is unknown, as their development lies
Within the wishes we wished.
What creature does that supplement make them?
I'm not sure whether to continue this or if the cut-off point is there... But there's more to come.
I hope you enjoy this song as much as I do. :3
And our hopes.
Is it childish?
As they distract from earthly things
And lift the burdens we can only carry
With our less than capable shoulders
During the times when we are not at our best.
Then, is there not another possible world
Among these lights?
In the blackness do they dwell
Lighting whatever they can
Within the malign conjurings of the human mind -
The human will.
Are not the stars capable of feeling too?
As they are beings fashioned of our thoughts and devices
Their lives are reckless and brief.
Their cross, glued to their backs, tied down by linings of gold;
Tiny persons ask for freedom
From the suffocating dark.
But of angel or demon
Of good or evil intent, if freed
Is unknown, as their development lies
Within the wishes we wished.
What creature does that supplement make them?
I'm not sure whether to continue this or if the cut-off point is there... But there's more to come.
I hope you enjoy this song as much as I do. :3
January 6, 2010 6:10 PM
Let me warn you: In my head, I think I sound like I'm five years old right now. Hopefully it's just in my head.
Anyway:
OMG IT'S A NEW LAYOUT! I might be asking you to download one of them for me soon (even though I changed my layout last week, but whatever).
Aw, that sucks about Art class. :/
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