Sunday, February 26, 2017

Blogging Live By Accident

Hi, everyone! Happy New Year! I hope that you're having a great 2017 so far. It is wonderful to see you all again. I missed you.

No other thing is better at making me forget what I was going to say than a blank sheet of paper. I should write a blog post today, but I forgot what I was going to say. Well ... I am sorry for disappearing in January and February. My laptop took too long in the repair. It was distressing. I got depressed. I mean, watching the whole world go by as your digital work pile up is a horrible situation.

I am still organizing the work that has piled up while I was away. I am still planning how to finish them and when to finish them.

I usually schedule my blog posts 2 months before publication. So when my laptop began to malfunction in October, I still had scheduled blog posts for the next 2 months. When January arrived, though, I no longer had my laptop to access my flash disk. I cannot open my poetry collection. I can no longer schedule my old poems for publication for another 2 months. So I ended up live blogging.

Each of the poems that I published this year was written at around the same day they were published. I wrote them on my phone, where files change dates whenever I open them. So there is no way of seeing exactly on which day each of these poems was written. I cannot give you their exact dates, sorry.

"Try Again?" was about the New Year. I was also trying out a new style of writing poetry. I was romanticizing everything.

"Crying" combined my new style with my old style. In my old style, I always described my subjects like they were gods. I also described myself in a way that was as lowly as possible. Poems in the old style often ended with me being completely defeated, if not dead.

The style wasn't the only thing that's old about this poem. It also has my old subject. He used to work in a store that sold construction supplies. He's not in Google Search like me and he hasn't published any book. He's an ordinary guy, but a huge percentage of my love poems are about him. "Man of State Secrets," "The Villain's Daughter," and "The Man at the Mental Ward" are some of them.

"Freeze This Moment" is about my desktop wallpaper. It doesn't have any of those styles. I tried to write like the song, "Smile" by Uncle Kracker.

We all have different interpretations of songs. "Smile" is crazy, happy, and funny. It's about falling head over heels in love with someone and losing your mind in the process. The poem was about the same thing.

"First Love" is fiction. I love poems and stories that start at the present time and end at the present time. The whole story is the flashback. I wrote this poem in that form. It's about a girl who is recalling her first love and missing him.

"Ceasefire" is in my new style. It has many meanings, but its primary meaning is that I am taking a break from work.

I should stop referring to my new style as "that style," "new style," or something. It's getting annoying, isn't it? I should give it a name. How about "Crossover"? Because I combine different elements in this new style.

"Stand Your Ground" is also in Crossover. It means that I got back to work.

That's all for today, everyone! Thank you!

Monday, February 6, 2017

Stand Your Ground

My people erected walls
On my sands against you,
So that your strong wave falls
And stays within your blue
Oceans that twist and turn
As your skies above mourn.

For you're strong and many,
Powerfully surround
My shores out in the sea,
Reigning above my ground,
And rocking down below.
Your angry rumblings grow.

Fighting your real nature
With a likeness so pure,
Facing you to injure.

Darkness, you shall not pass.
And stay where you belong!
I will live with my mass.
This song I will prolong,
For it's my creed to fight,
My honor to the light.