Workings of PC's Writing Child

Started by Blaine September 4th, 2004 3:30 PM
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Well, as long-awaited as it is, here is a group of my pieces. This was a suggestion Kairi had made to me a while back that I showcase my work. So here goes. Maybe I'll gain some votes in Member of the Month. Heheh.

This first piece is a poem I wrote last year while in seventh grade. It is by far the best poem I've ever written and many of the PC-goers have already read it, but might as well let a few new members have a look-see.

2/11/04

I have walked a mile

Once in a dream I spoke with the stars,
that told me the tales
I have longed to hear.
I took steps through a dusty desert lit with purple skies,
and conversed with the light-hearted and learned jackrabbits
that taught me how to run in the race of life.
I was guided toward a crowded evergreen woodland,
where the elder trees babied me
with songs of old and lessons of new
They pushed me forth out of their timberland,
and onto sandy beaches
speckled with seashells and creatures
that watched as I crawled to the sea.
I swam into the vast expanse of ocean,
on my own,
recalling all that my mentors taught.
Paddling ever closer to the shores,
my body was worn
age apparent yet mind still fresh
with a hunger for more than I knew.
Rain fell from the worlds ceiling,
the ceiling from where my stars were dotted
and then was when my thirsty cranium
gathered all knowledge of earth.
I then resided with the heavenly bodies,
that once cradled me,
and whispered stories in my ears.
I had walked a mile,
lived a life,
and dreamed another dream.

It's not as long as I'd have liked but... I really like the poem.


This next piece is an essay I wrote last year for a competition called Wordsmith. I was one of my school's three chosen essayists, but sadly, I didn't place in the contest. Nevertheless, I enjoy the essay.

Paint and People

The bathroom of our house is rather small in size and very narrow, tiled with crimson ceramic plates and molded fillings. The bright yellow color that was painted on the walls after my family moved in has now faded but is still glossy, as if a fresh coat of paint had been laid earlier in the day. After hours, lights are dimmed or turned off, leaving only a chosen few to illuminate the corners of our living quarters. But in the lavatory, a single lamp is left on, dim but lit, leaving the modernized bathroom darker than most places.
Oddly enough, I find it calming here, at night. Everybodys asleep as I prowl around the house in my ducky print pajama bottoms and purple tie-dye tee shirt, abusing patterns. Creeping into the washroom, I am able to sit on the ledge of the tub and watch a face in the medicine cabinet mirror, my face. Yes, yes, I know it sounds conceited that I choose to stare at myself, but theres a lot more to this examination. Seeing the oval shape and peachy flesh, I view myself in a different way than usual.
This young woman, who appears as a reflection, thinks to herself: God, I have changed so much. From when I was short, small, and blue-eyed, I have matured. No longer tiny in size, the little bitty pipsqueak I once was, Ive grown, as I still do. I have shed the skins of childhood, trading them for one of adolescence, and I then advance into adulthood. Through these midnight excursions to perch on the rim of the bathtub, the progression of life has been noted, just like the coloring on the plaster walls.
Growing up is like making a glass of lemonade. At first, you start out with a pitcher of water, but gradually, as you mix the sweet and sugary lemon scented flavoring with the clear liquid, the mixture is transfigured into a yellowish haze of fluid chock-full of visible particles that are a tantalizing treat for the taste buds. A childish juvenile ages into the life of a youth, witty and rebellious, yet still a kid, and then advances on toward the eighteen-and-over stature of a grownup. A youngsters still a child until he is no longer a minor, like the water is still water until the lemon powder is completely combined. Over the years both the pastel pigment and I have and will continue to ripen, living every day. Each morning, as the golden rays of sunlight hit the inner walls of our cluttered and dusty household, the chipping paint fades. The walls are host to faint streaks of magenta and cracks the peak through the coats, giving proof that they have taken a bit of a beating over the years. Just like a person, in all of her new grandeur, both paint and people will eventually fade, old in body, but wise in mind.
As I continue to develop in mind and body, many things may change. Whimsical longings and extravagant thoughts are put away because they do not fit into the tight schedule one seems to acquire as she matures. However, these desires never whisk themselves away; they stay forever, reminding the cranium that even I once was small, filled with naivety and wonder. Outer appearances will alter as I progress, as will timetables and all that free time I once possessed, but always inside, my soul will always remain a kid.

I have a lot of essays and poem contests and projects coming up so there will be numerous new pieces to be added. But for right now, these are my favorites.

Author's Note

Please, these are my writings and I would appreciate it if NONE were plagerized or stolen. I spent hours working on these pieces and it would be unfair and rude if they were used for another reason without my permission.

Rogue: "What am I going to do with you Remy LeBeau?"
Gambit: "I have a list, but I left it in my other pants."
-- Astonishing X-Men #1

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The Mississipian and the Lousianian Cajan, too cute together


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Well, as long-awaited as it is, here is a group of my pieces. This was a suggestion Kairi had made to me a while back that I showcase my work. So here goes. Maybe I'll gain some votes in Member of the Month. Heheh.

This first piece is a poem I wrote last year while in seventh grade. It is by far the best poem I've ever written and many of the PC-goers have already read it, but might as well let a few new members have a look-see.

2/11/04

I have walked a mile

Once in a dream I spoke with the stars,
that told me the tales
I have longed to hear.
I took steps through a dusty desert lit with purple skies,
and conversed with the light-hearted and learned jackrabbits
that taught me how to run in the race of life.
I was guided toward a crowded evergreen woodland,
where the elder trees babied me
with songs of old and lessons of new
They pushed me forth out of their timberland,
and onto sandy beaches
speckled with seashells and creatures
that watched as I crawled to the sea.
I swam into the vast expanse of ocean,
on my own,
recalling all that my mentors taught.
Paddling ever closer to the shores,
my body was worn
age apparent yet mind still fresh
with a hunger for more than I knew.
Rain fell from the worlds ceiling,
the ceiling from where my stars were dotted
and then was when my thirsty cranium
gathered all knowledge of earth.
I then resided with the heavenly bodies,
that once cradled me,
and whispered stories in my ears.
I had walked a mile,
lived a life,
and dreamed another dream.

It's not as long as I'd have liked but... I really like the poem.


This next piece is an essay I wrote last year for a competition called Wordsmith. I was one of my school's three chosen essayists, but sadly, I didn't place in the contest. Nevertheless, I enjoy the essay.

Paint and People

The bathroom of our house is rather small in size and very narrow, tiled with crimson ceramic plates and molded fillings. The bright yellow color that was painted on the walls after my family moved in has now faded but is still glossy, as if a fresh coat of paint had been laid earlier in the day. After hours, lights are dimmed or turned off, leaving only a chosen few to illuminate the corners of our living quarters. But in the lavatory, a single lamp is left on, dim but lit, leaving the modernized bathroom darker than most places.
Oddly enough, I find it calming here, at night. Everybodys asleep as I prowl around the house in my ducky print pajama bottoms and purple tie-dye tee shirt, abusing patterns. Creeping into the washroom, I am able to sit on the ledge of the tub and watch a face in the medicine cabinet mirror, my face. Yes, yes, I know it sounds conceited that I choose to stare at myself, but theres a lot more to this examination. Seeing the oval shape and peachy flesh, I view myself in a different way than usual.
This young woman, who appears as a reflection, thinks to herself: God, I have changed so much. From when I was short, small, and blue-eyed, I have matured. No longer tiny in size, the little bitty pipsqueak I once was, Ive grown, as I still do. I have shed the skins of childhood, trading them for one of adolescence, and I then advance into adulthood. Through these midnight excursions to perch on the rim of the bathtub, the progression of life has been noted, just like the coloring on the plaster walls.
Growing up is like making a glass of lemonade. At first, you start out with a pitcher of water, but gradually, as you mix the sweet and sugary lemon scented flavoring with the clear liquid, the mixture is transfigured into a yellowish haze of fluid chock-full of visible particles that are a tantalizing treat for the taste buds. A childish juvenile ages into the life of a youth, witty and rebellious, yet still a kid, and then advances on toward the eighteen-and-over stature of a grownup. A youngsters still a child until he is no longer a minor, like the water is still water until the lemon powder is completely combined. Over the years both the pastel pigment and I have and will continue to ripen, living every day. Each morning, as the golden rays of sunlight hit the inner walls of our cluttered and dusty household, the chipping paint fades. The walls are host to faint streaks of magenta and cracks the peak through the coats, giving proof that they have taken a bit of a beating over the years. Just like a person, in all of her new grandeur, both paint and people will eventually fade, old in body, but wise in mind.
As I continue to develop in mind and body, many things may change. Whimsical longings and extravagant thoughts are put away because they do not fit into the tight schedule one seems to acquire as she matures. However, these desires never whisk themselves away; they stay forever, reminding the cranium that even I once was small, filled with naivety and wonder. Outer appearances will alter as I progress, as will timetables and all that free time I once possessed, but always inside, my soul will always remain a kid.

I have a lot of essays and poem contests and projects coming up so there will be numerous new pieces to be added. But for right now, these are my favorites.

Author's Note

Please, these are my writings and I would appreciate it if NONE were plagerized or stolen. I spent hours working on these pieces and it would be unfair and rude if they were used for another reason without my permission.
I love your work Blaine, my favorite being the Paint and People piece, lovely work, darling, please...continue ^_^
The Baron Giacinto Vittorino da Silva VI
Thanks to Pincushion for the blinkie :)


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Obrigada, Jordo!!! Tu es ill! Hehe. Here's another piece I wrote for a fiction contest... Sadly I never entered it.



Catherine Lyle sat happily lapping away at her orange Popsicle, eyeing the neighbor boy. The summer breeze lifted strands of her golden hair in the most flirtatious manner. As if the young Cat had control over the wind. She gave the boy a wink as he looked her way while turning his lawnmower around a corner. He simply rolled his eyes, used to such a vain manner from the thirteen-year-old flirt. Yes, she was quite the young adolescent, but in her opinion she was very well mature for her age! Oh, how warped her mind was. The lanky Catherine stood from her seat on the standard Southern porch, decked with a white railing fence and a simple wind chime collection, courtesy of her mother. Well When she was alive at least.

Cats mom had passed on giving birth to the girl, and not much later, her father had committed suicide in grief. This left her elder brother, Mark, to take custody of her, as he was twenty-one at the time. Now, at thirty-four, the man was caring for the child as if she were his own, with the same brotherly love. He had yet to marry, and it was only he and Catherine living together with their chocolate Lab, Remington.

This is only a snippet an I might add more later...

Rogue: "What am I going to do with you Remy LeBeau?"
Gambit: "I have a list, but I left it in my other pants."
-- Astonishing X-Men #1

Rogue + Gambit
The Mississipian and the Lousianian Cajan, too cute together


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They're nice but.. .Who are you? :\
*slaps Pogi* HELLO! This is Blaine! Like one of the best rpers and authors that PC has ever seen!

Now so your respect boy! XD

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I don't know this guy. :\ I never seen him before. And not to be rude but I ahve no reason to show him respect unless He proves himself to be worthy of it. "Respect is not given, it is earned" As teh saying goes. I'm not going to bow down to this guy unless I find him worth respecting. Sorry if I ruined your party. :\


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I don't know this guy. :\ I never seen him before. And not to be rude but I ahve no reason to show him respect unless He proves himself to be worthy of it. "Respect is not given, it is earned" As teh saying goes. I'm not going to bow down to this guy unless I find him worth respecting. Sorry if I ruined your party. :\
Blaine is a girl! XD

And don't worry about it Blaine just now came back recently so chill man I'm just playin! XD

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Then excuse me, but I haven't been in a playing mood. three Ap classes do that to a duy. And I'm sorry if I misunderstood Blaine, but being teh gym leader Blaine iis a guy, you can't blame me for that misconception. Teh gender marker isn't exactly that big.


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Then excuse me, but I haven't been in a playing mood. three Ap classes do that to a duy. And I'm sorry if I misunderstood Blaine, but being teh gym leader Blaine iis a guy, you can't blame me for that misconception. Teh gender marker isn't exactly that big.
I don't have any AP classes this year the only one opened to sophmores was AP History...yuck...I love history but I wouldn't want an AP course in it...

Yeah I first that she was a he, but I got it right after the first few weeks. XD

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I don't know this guy. :\ I never seen him before. And not to be rude but I ahve no reason to show him respect unless He proves himself to be worthy of it. "Respect is not given, it is earned" As teh saying goes. I'm not going to bow down to this guy unless I find him worth respecting. Sorry if I ruined your party. :\
Hello. ^_^ Yes, I am female. -points to the little sign by her name- I recently came back after a looooong break. I felt it time to come back by... In truth I've been here for over a year if you count the time I joined back in June of '03. I'm not really expecting anyone to... Bow down to me... I just wanted a bit of criticism or something for my pieces... @[email protected] Nevertheless, please to make you acquaintence.

Rogue: "What am I going to do with you Remy LeBeau?"
Gambit: "I have a list, but I left it in my other pants."
-- Astonishing X-Men #1

Rogue + Gambit
The Mississipian and the Lousianian Cajan, too cute together


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LIke wise. it's jsut that the title "writing child" seemed a bit bold IMO, plus Rm syaing I should show respect to someone I don't even know was a minor irritation. :\


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LIke wise. it's jsut that the title "writing child" seemed a bit bold IMO, plus Rm syaing I should show respect to someone I don't even know was a minor irritation. :\
And while I'm away pming, I get bashed...thanks dude I appriciate it! XD

(KIDDING! XD)

Anyway, I was just playin' around with the whole thing...except the part about her being one of the best RPers and Authors in PC.

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Ah, it's fine I guess. I know what AP does to your brain.

And Blaine, in as good a form as ever. Keep up the good work.
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How so, Pogiforce? The boldness I mean...

Yes, I have been mistaken for a male numerous times... I'm plenty used to it.

Thank you, Takai... Or I suppose I have to call you Adamant Dodger... Heheh. I'd post the piece I'm currently working on... But it's on politics... Not the best thing to post, heh.

Here's a snippet... Well, rough draft moreover, of a poem I've been assigned.

Her hands are those of an essayist,
Never writing poetry for pleasure.
Only do her writings detail,
Something of a story derived from a dream.
With a need for speeches speaking out for the youth,
She has the hands of a writer.

The pen she holds weighs more than her sword,
Callusing the fingers which are knotted with wear.
Charred with ink, the digits speak of papers long written,
Torn and battered,
Reflecting a love.

Something of the sort I suppose... I really don't like writing poetry... -shrugs- But I like the above a bit...

Rogue: "What am I going to do with you Remy LeBeau?"
Gambit: "I have a list, but I left it in my other pants."
-- Astonishing X-Men #1

Rogue + Gambit
The Mississipian and the Lousianian Cajan, too cute together


--The Daily Post, the Xanga of Blaine--
Age 34
Good question...somewhere around here...I think... o.O
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How so, Pogiforce? The boldness I mean...

Yes, I have been mistaken for a male numerous times... I'm plenty used to it.

Thank you, Takai... Or I suppose I have to call you Adamant Dodger... Heheh. I'd post the piece I'm currently working on... But it's on politics... Not the best thing to post, heh.

Here's a snippet... Well, rough draft moreover, of a poem I've been assigned.

Her hands are those of an essayist,
Never writing poetry for pleasure.
Only do her writings detail,
Something of a story derived from a dream.
With a need for speeches speaking out for the youth,
She has the hands of a writer.

The pen she holds weighs more than her sword,
Callusing the fingers which are knotted with wear.
Charred with ink, the digits speak of papers long written,
Torn and battered,
Reflecting a love.

Something of the sort I suppose... I really don't like writing poetry... -shrugs- But I like the above a bit...
Freestyle. You got to love it. No need for ryhming. It's perfect, keep it up. I have a good taste with poetry, I've written like 10 peices myself. More of a song structure but I never got to the point where I put a melody to them. Maybe I'll post them sometime.

Anyway keep up the wonderful work, Blaine! ^^

Remember I'm learning off you so don't disappoint me! ^^

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Thank you, again, John... I'm still working on my pieces but... I promise not to disappoint you, heh. ^^

Rogue: "What am I going to do with you Remy LeBeau?"
Gambit: "I have a list, but I left it in my other pants."
-- Astonishing X-Men #1

Rogue + Gambit
The Mississipian and the Lousianian Cajan, too cute together


--The Daily Post, the Xanga of Blaine--

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...except the part about her being one of the best RPers and Authors in PC.
He's right. Blaine is one of the best authors and Rpers in PC. If you compared the best authors by accomplishments, she might be the best, in my opinion.

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Just dropped by to say I loooove [<3] your works. Especially the first one, 'I have walked a mile'. It's really very descriptive and well-written. Like all of your works XP

And, like Rai-Rai, I'm learning from your works as it's very enriching.

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I am honestly, truly flattered that my pieces are used as mirrors for teaching you two. I've numerous contests coming up and so I'll be posting several new pieces along with others I've been writing in my spare time.

This is a poem I wrote for the Poetry Society of Tennessee contest they have yearly. They're handing out major scholarship money to winners so it's a good thing to enter. ^_^

Nimble Fingers
Her hands are those of an essayist.
They are not trained for fickle tasks,
But for the deft strokes of pen,
Crafting the words she holds so dearly.
Those nimble fingers are knotted with wear.
Charred with ink, scattered with paper cuts,
These hands of hers stand proud,
Bearing the marks of a writer.
Soft hands are only marked by her talent.
Her passion for the literature,
She takes painstaking efforts to create,
Propelling her voice with sound statements of opinion.
The joints might reveal tired hands,
Though her own vocal cords show,
A love for her paper,
And a need for her pen.

Sixteen lines isn't much, but I like the poem... It's the first I've written all year, so... All-in-all I don't think it's too shabby.

Rogue: "What am I going to do with you Remy LeBeau?"
Gambit: "I have a list, but I left it in my other pants."
-- Astonishing X-Men #1

Rogue + Gambit
The Mississipian and the Lousianian Cajan, too cute together


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hmm...

Well...to be truly honest, it ain't a prize winner. It could, but it needs some major touch ups.

But overall it's a very nice peom! ^^

Hope to see more poetry from you soon! ^^

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Finally, some critisism! Thank goodness! What don't you like about it?

In addition, my latest essay.

Away For Awhile

Robert Frost once wrote, I'd like to get away from earth awhile and then come back to it and begin over. (Birches) Many a time I have lain against lush grass and found myself wishing to be able to do as Frost said, simply leave earth. In the Tennessee countryside, the sky was always clear and the grass was soft enough to pad my back as I leaned back against the natural mattress. I stared at the blue nothing above me and pondered what it would be like, to get away from earth awhile. My mind became a whirlwind of thoughts, flights of fancy that I welcomed for only a short while. When the logical part of my brain kicked in, I would roll onto my side and wonder: How would such a thing affect all those around me?
I thought of my mummy, how she would cry if I just left one day, if I disappeared from earth. Then thoughts wandered to my father. I knew he would fall apart if I walked off into the sky. And my sisters And my brother My aunts and uncles, cousins and grandparentsWhat of them? All would miss me wholeheartedly. My family was plainly too important for me to leave earth. Though I suppose that was where Frosts poem continued.
May no fate willfully misunderstand me and half grant what I wish and snatch me away not to return. Earth's the right place for love: I don't know where it's likely to go better. Those hopes of mine, that I could get away, where halfhearted. I always knew such a thing was not plausible, but it was nice to dream. Earth is the right place for love. Being surrounded by such a family, one that loves me as they do, I do not know where it is likely to go better.

I absolutely adore the poem "Birches". This essay was written with inspiration from the film "Here on Earth" for the Poetry Society of Tennessee essay contest. I enjoy it thouroughly, and I do hope you lot do as well.

Rogue: "What am I going to do with you Remy LeBeau?"
Gambit: "I have a list, but I left it in my other pants."
-- Astonishing X-Men #1

Rogue + Gambit
The Mississipian and the Lousianian Cajan, too cute together


--The Daily Post, the Xanga of Blaine--
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Good question...somewhere around here...I think... o.O
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It's too stiff, poems should be relaxing, this is something a thesarus doesn't help with, or being formal helps with.

Best poems are done without anythought, no revising (Besides spelling).

I don't really know if that was helpful, but what I got from the poem is that it was written (written well). It just seems like you had a thesarus by your side, and you were trying to make things grammatically correct, were the best peoms aren't. That's what I got as far as mood, mood is everything in a peom, other than that it was written well.

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Pardon me, Shi-goyle, but have you even bothered to read through my pieces? And posting that someone is better than another isn't the best criticism. Perhaps you could've stated a few of the characteristics of writing that this "ketchup on bread" portrays in his/her pieces and then incorporated them with my characteristics to help me improve. Please don't post things like "oh you're good, but so-and-so is better", it's not very clear.

Rogue: "What am I going to do with you Remy LeBeau?"
Gambit: "I have a list, but I left it in my other pants."
-- Astonishing X-Men #1

Rogue + Gambit
The Mississipian and the Lousianian Cajan, too cute together


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