Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Two days... one post...

Missed yesterday due to being a VERY long day and internet dying last night, so, since I'm not trying to do 365 posts, just instead telling what I do each day, here's both yesterday and today in one...

1/26/2010
Good day overall save for a almost crippling headache for a large portion of the school day. Finally went away a bit before school ended. Left after school, dropped Caleb off at home, picked up Alex's book, dropped it off at the library, picked Alex and Kyle up, dropped Kyle off, dropped Alex off at the library, picked Andrew up, dropped Andrew off, dropped Hair Salon Shop application off. Then headed over to Sweet Spirit to chat with Caitlin who was on break. Very fun time. Filled out an application there too. Ugh... starting to get discouraged. >_< Then started to head home to get dinner before remember it was Tuesday and had Drama Improv. Went to church. We all lagged tonight, but even in our slowness, we were pretty funny. Not amazing, but even if we're all dead tired come Feb 13, we'll still get some laughs. =) Then finally went home and got ready for school tomorrow.

"Play by the rules,
Use available tools.
Don't be too late,
There's no time to hate."

-Jake Kelton


1/27/2010
God, please help our country. Oh, it is in such need right now. Strong leadership, active decision makers, and doing rather than talking.
Today was again good. Again had another headache. Got it in 2nd. Probably Ms. Johnson's fault. XD Got Jafar for Aladdin, so I get to grow out a really long bead. Joy... XD Anyway, drama club was fantastic. Got to do a Simon Cowell impression as we had a panel of four "judges" for the monologues people read. They get better each week! So impressive. *sniff* So proud of all of them! =D Went to Miranda's youth group. Fun. Barely pulled off 41 pushups to top Warrens 40, but I had to rest a time or two for a few seconds and he didn't really... well, maybe once. One day, that 100 number will happen. ;) NEED to get a new profile picture of Miranda and I... hm... Also, Sundae is really pushing me playing Jesus for their Easter play, meaning I get to really grow my hair out and grow a beard. Which means I REALLY need to get my Senior pictures done. Like... Friday. XD Uuuuurgh. Well, God will provide. Provide me a spanking so I get my booty moving. >_<
=P

Rather than a poem, I want to share a piece of writing I did a while back when I was feeling down. This in no way reflects my mood tonight, just a more extreme version of a feeling I had a while back.

"Rain waxes and wanes in a slowly increasing beat as the heavens cry on the earthy clay. You lean against the window, breathe slowly coming in and out of your lungs, silent and slow. The pane of glass fogs up, clears slowly, only to fog up again with exhaled air, almost as if to copy the falling water pounding on the other side of the diamond wall. Pitter, patter, pitter, patter, pitter, patter, it goes on and on, ever repeating. Tired eyes trace the gray trees, gray year, and empty gray driveway. Head seems so full, and yet so lacking in its empty hollowness. Behind the eyes rests an inescapable pressure, building, shrinking, building shrinking. Crystal rain, opaque breathes, burning thoughts, all flowing like oceans tides. Exhausted of thought, you attempt to pour music’s sweet escape into the empty hole. One song goes by, followed by a second. A third replaces it, and still you sit, knees up, arms hugging. But no matter how much you play, the hole is still there, just as no matter how much you hug, it won’t be around the one you want to hug. So you sit. A fourth song plays, a fifth, and now you’ve lost count in the meaningless words and the tuneless music echoing off your ears. You shiver. This time you don’t react, knowing that no matter how many layers you wear, you won’t be warm. Maybe the sun might begin to thaw the frosts icy grip, but no sun peaks its head today. Moaning cotton balls of pent up hurt and fear roll on across the darkened lands face, ever dropping tears of sorrow and loneliness. Then, that song comes on. The one you will never forget. The one you danced, let it go, let your spirit fly. With that one, the one, the only one you hug like that, dance like that, love like that. The one holding the key to your lock, the hole in your heart; whose voice can bring a burst of rainbow butterflies from your chest. You close your eyes and let your mind wander to that night, the night of music, of rain, of dance. But the rain was tears of ecstasy, a joy indescribable from all other happy moments. The night was a night of bright lights, shared passion, and a moment in each others arms that cannot be forgotten. A night of a single pair of dancers, but lost in a crowd of jigsaw piece partnered couples. You know your pieces match; color, shape, tone, and texture. So different, and yet fit so perfectly together. And tonight you share in that knowledge, looking into each others eyes, lost in each others worlds. And just when you feel your soul is being stolen, the one leans in, closing the distance, eyes closed and- You blink. Across the room your little cell is buzzing. Leaping from your chair, you stumble to the edge of the couch where you left it. Grabbing your phone you rub your eyes for a second, still dazed from your nostalgia. Pitter, patter, pitter, patter, pitter, patter, the rain continues with repetitive reverie. Hope, hope, hope, is it the one? Hope. Your fingers tighten for a moment as the phone buzzes again. You close your eyes tight, mentally wish a small prayer, and then simultaneously open your hands and eyes. You look."

Hope it didn't bring too many tears. =D
Heading to bed. Night!

-Jake Kelton

Monday, January 4, 2010

Steam-Punk and Writings!

Had a fun time today, as a last day before school. Did a little food shopping, hung out with a good friend most of the day, and got a new awesome jacket. Plan on spicing it up for MomoCon and possible DragonCon for a Steam-Punk jacket. We'll see. Whatever happens, it'll be pretty awesome. Tomorrow, first day of school, I don't have 0 period, which is nice, and I plan on sketching most of the day since most classes will be a bore. =P

Quick thing about the Steam-Punk idea. I like the airship idea shown in this picture (note, all of these pictures I did nothing to or with or claim any rights too. All rights go to original artists, creators, and wonderful people I love):
http://lebbeus.deviantart.com/art/Steampunk-concept-52799495

I also want to create a, or several guns like:
http://beelzebubby.deviantart.com/art/Steampunk-raygun-91654789

But most of my time will probably be spent creating reusable additions that just make the outfit as a whole look a lot cooler:
http://zoestead.deviantart.com/art/Steampunk-Girl-111336250

Anyways, need to head to bed. But for all who read this, eventually I'll try to get some of my art sketches, drawings, and etc up so you can see a bit of the stuff I do. And to share, since I do writing as well (I mean my page title /is/ pencil on paper, both writing and drawing apply), here is a bit of my writing that I tossed up today in a Word War with a friend:

"She blinked. Once… twice. A trickle of anticipatory sweat dropped from an eyebrow to slowly make its way down her jaw line. She breathed lightly, trying to feel the world around her. Hands gripping the leather of her swords hilt, they tensed, relaxed, tensed, and relaxed in a comforting motion. Moments before she had been running, running from a scene she dreaded would happen. Dreaded for years, and it had finally come true. And now here she was, hiding in the bushes, a scared fox with its tail tucked between her legs. But she was going to show them. She was going to show this fox had teeth. A rustle of leaves to the left alerted her that the enemy was approaching. Soft clicks could be heard being passed back and forth, almost as if those monsters were communicating. A bloody paw was seen for a second as it stepped past the small window allowed through the bushes thick leaves. The moon showed clear that night, allowing her to see again the over-sized paw print she hated so much. She waited another moment to let the monster gain some ground and then gently pushed aside a few branches to look. Nothing was in sight. Quickly she scrambled out, leaping to the closest tree and pressing her back against it. Still no movement. She turned, slowly inching her way around the tree. Suddenly there was a soft growl in the darkness. She gasped slightly peering into the tree seeing a pair of glowing blue eyes. A blur of motion and the monster was charging at her, teeth bared and ready to end her life. She leapt back, slashing her sword, swinging in wild directions in front of her. Fear of dying kept her arm moving. The monster skidded to a halt in the small circle of trees, pausing directly under a moonlight beam. Now she could see it in full hideous glory. Blood dripped from its snarly jaws from previous kills, just as it dripped from its paws. Standing on two fit, yet hunched, there werewolf like creature had a more hideous advantage. Sprouting from a foot below each arm was a second pair of arms, four clawed paws ready to tear and rip human flesh."

No I have no idea what this is. No I don't know where it came from. No, I have no idea if I will finish it. XD

Night! Feel free to comment, ask questions, poke fun at me, whatever!
Sleep well world!
-Jake Kelton