Lucid Waking

I love all of my work, but I like some more than others. For those of you who are curious, just passing by, or want to know some of my favorite posts, this is the place to be. I have some comments for each of the posts, which are linked, and listed in chronological order, oldest first. I’m glad you’re curious to know what my favorites are and don’t be afraid to drop a comment if you like something.

Haikou of the Moment (No. 1)

What makes this one my favorite is the imagery. Its quite simple, but really a capture of some sort of firefly muse that was flitting about in my head.

Between Night and Day

This one will probably be finished one day, as soon as it gives me a plot. Just some good imagery and, if I do say so, some good characterization. I hope to do more with this concept some day.

Paint the Sky with Stars

I’ve always found the sky very beautiful. The title to this poem was actually based off of an Enya collection titled Paint the Sky with Stars. I think it’s very pretty imagery in both the title and my poem.

Madren’s Choice

I’m not really sure why this one grabs me; perhaps it’s the start. I just like the concept so much I decided to finish it, though you can tell its in need of a beginning. This is one of many which can use a beginning or ending, but probably never will.

Galactic 60

Even though it’s just the start of a story, I really like this one. I thought of the beginning on my way home from school after health class where we were talking about drugs. I sort of connected it to an old idea of mine about a space race between several different global powers. I hope to continue writing it, but it is more fun to start a story than to continue it, sometimes.

Blue and Black and Green

This is another poem that I wrote in a spark of inspiration. It goes along with some of my feelings almost perfectly and I’m just proud of it.

We Had Ten Years Left on Earth

This one definately changed me. I heard on the radio an estimate for how much longer we would be able to live with global warming; ten years was all that they estimated. So I wrote something about it as a warning that we have ten years left. Start the clock.

Seven Red Roses

This is a story about some of my favorite things…gone wrong. I like the concept of the dragonfly and of course, I love gardens.

Wearing Black

This is another powerful post based a little bit on the wars going on today. I was somewhat inspired by a funeral scene in a movie where everyone was just standing around wearing black. But really, there is something else to it.

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It is an actually finished story and one that I enjoy for the concepts alone. I love the characters as well and it seems to follow a reoccuring theme that I have about categories. No one ever fits them. Ever.

Butterfly

I was determined after writing about sad things to write something happy. I started with a butterfly, but it didn’t turn out according to plan. However dark the poem is, I still like it for the imagery and the fact that it remains out of the box.

What are you Waiting For?

I’ve never been extremely good at action, but I think I did justice in this post. It is a bit confusing, but I managed to wrap it up and clear it up all at the end.

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Magnetic poetry can be a muse, especially when it comes up with good imagery.

The Ugly Princess

Sometimes life is hard to live with, but that’s why you have friends. See, young people can be wise, too. Just a little wisdom between two people very close to me sharing with all the little princesses of the world that they are not ugly.

Before

This one grew on me. It wasn’t that I didn’t like it at first, but I didn’t think it was good enough for Author’s Choice. I think I managed to get all of the nuances of what was going on, but not said through gestures and vocabulary; how it was said let alone what was said. There is a little more that I didn’t publish, but I think the good thing about this segment is that you don’t need the continuation to know what will happen next.

Cold Wind Song

The rhyming and the imagery make this one my favorite. Its so simple and yet, carries the power of truth.

Sweet Home Chicago

This is another one that grew on me. I know that the narrator, though unintentional at first, was always a favorite for me. The plot, which I had trouble with at first because it seems non-existent, is really there and sort of sweet in a way. Despite that, the telling goes with our narrator’s voice, so I can’t complain.

The Garden Party

This one is my favorite perhaps because of imagery alone. But the rhythm also works all the way through and it’s not that depressing. There are little details in this poem that make it sparkle, and a favorite of mine the moment I published it.

Dreams

The story itself is very odd (an erotic dream as a metaphor for something mundane) but the whole fact that such a dream does stand for something we come in contact with often makes this one different from other shorts I’ve written. It’s not a piece for someone who is looking for poetic fluff, and in fact might be too dense for some, but I like it because it’s different and not exactly what you’re thinking of when you first read of Phoebe’s dream.