Poem of the Week (3 of 52): Happy Birthday Shannon

Today is my sister Shannon's Birthday. I thought I'd write a special one for her today. So I call it Since Creation.

Since Creation

A year older,
Life gets shorter,
You wish you were younger
Always wanted to be a mother.

First birth in this new generation,
How times have changed since your own creation.
Neon colored shirts were all the rage,
Now these kids throw 80's parties and you shout
"ACT YOUR AGE."

But as time flies it comes full circle,
Remember heari.ng the synths as a child?
They back, over used yet so beautiful,
So happy, retro, unbelievable.
But you got older and with it your styles have changed
Now its about the Keys and the Wests
With little respect to those who
Try to bring you back to that infant age.

If only I was there today,
I'd try to make your day.
I'd cook, clean, while saying "Rest today. Cause,
You're my sister and I love you,
And I never mean to fight and argue,
Or snap at you. Today that's not necessary.
Today is your birthday.

Happy Birthday Shannon. I love you.
Love,
Sean

Poem of the Week (2 of 52): Of Demons and Bears

So I decided to put out Of Demons and Bears, a poem I wrote about 3 weeks ago. This was very cool and out of boredom. I think it has a pretty good overall universal message plus a cool inside joke. Its about playing NHL10 or hockey in general. Thats why I wrote it and thats what the last stanza is about. I am not sure if I like the last stanza or not. It doesnt seem to fit but it kinda does. So here it is:

Of Demons and Bears

Feeling the weight of the world on my chest
Never thought I'd see the skies come crashing down.
No longer have the warmth that once filled my heart
The last of the smoke rises through my head
Is this a joke or the life I have chosen?

All my friends and my enemies are all too near
I just need space and a chance to break away
Ever think when all alone there is still an enemy to fear
Come rushing down alone confronting him one on one

Never thought I'd get that one shot to make things right
Repent for my past mistakes and have no fear
My body is shaking, tingling feel in the hands
My vision is fading and all I see is black

Never expected to hear the sound of the bell
Or see the look in everyone's eyes
Didn't know it was possible to remove the weight from my chest
Or get the fire, the passion back in my life

This is the life I have chosen
The addiction of its touch, its sights, sounds, taste
All running through my veins
This is how I wish to spend the last of my days

Week 10: Dreamweaver = Dream Program

So last week in Internet Tech I learned how to use Dreamweaver or at least start to learn it. The program makes coding so much simpler. You can litterally drag and drop or manually enter code. I'd recommend this program for anyone just starting out to make sites and to help self teach coding. It is easy to use and takes less time for to make a page than regular coding. It will be cool if I learn more and all the features. But the basics are all I need now and it is still amazing how much faster you can edit with this. I'm looking forward to Thursday to learn more.

Poem of the Week: Week 1 of 52

Hey all. So no class work has been due in a while but I thought I'd give an update on life and my new inspiration. The last 2 weeks of my life have been pretty stressful. Though through some tough times I've found some relief. I'm feeling better about everything that has happened and continuing struggles. I have found peace in writing. It could be continuing old stories or new ones, poems/lyrics, or papers for class. Writing helps relax me and vent. So as a late New Years resolution I have decided to post a poem each week up here for an entire year. So 52 poems of the next 52 weeks. Sounds like fun. I for the most part will post new ones, yet if for some reason I don't have time I'll go into the vault and pull out some old ones I wrote in the past.

I have a few that I've written in the past couple weeks reading so lets start off with a good one to end the night that I call Dreams. I wrote it earlier this week when I was very tired and about to pass out and couldn't make proper sentences to my friends and just confused them. I added to it the next few days (first stanza is the original part I wrote that night) and finished a few nights later right before I went to sleep and I feel it ends perfectly.

Dreams

Words are escaping me.
Vocabulary is failing me.
The time has come to ask
The mind if it's forsaken me.
But its just that time of night
Where no rhymes will awaken me.
I need to sleep, to rejuvenate,
To re-engergize the mind,
The place where dreams are made
And can come true, but are only for me to see.

Its just me, my mind's vision of peace,
And love, freedom, a relief from the
Stress that builds from time to time.
Its just time to relax a little
And fall deep into this fantasy,
A few hours lease into the imaginary
Land of the lost. Much like the works of Faust
It can be scary, but do not become wary or too
Cautious, there will always be adversaries,
And protagonists sent in for protection,
Not to mention that this is all a dream.
Three clicks and you'll be home, away from Oz,
Back to the real life, full of life, and rest.
Its the time to start a new day,
But now its time for me to drift away with no sight,
So with that I say Goodnight.