For November, my class is doing Nanowrimo.  I can't wait to get started.  Wish me luck!  My goal is 1667 words a day.  Hope I can keep up.

Flames of orange and blue and white
Flickers of warmth fly in the night
The waves of fire storm like the sea
Oh how different the two should be
One of water and one of sun
Yet somehow their paths are one
They cause destruction and often fear
Yet they bring strength and draw life nearer
One of dark and one of light
The one of dark is often fight
The other one being often might
It can't be clear, though, which is which
For how can one not see a switch
Between the way a storm is viewed
For the choice of fear is distinctly crude
Waves of green and blue and white
Splashes of cold spray in the night
The flames of water storm like the blaze
Oh how alike are the opposite ways

I was walking down the road.
Crystal flakes filled the air.
The snow around me flowed,
Swirling swiftly without a care.
No matter who says it's cold,
Or how many say it's cruel,
It just lands and glistens bold,
Being beautiful and cool.

Another text message poem for my class.

I b here.
It's not jus wall.
I can c u, y not call?
Space is space and me b me,
Don't mistake what u can't c.

This is a text message poem I wrote for my Creative Writing class.  Enjoy!

Light dances on the rain.
Is it lightning or sun again?
Cats rumble on the prowl.
Is it purr or is it growl?
In the night, 2 options appear,
Only in day the choice is clear.

Lightning crashes and thunder rumbles.
Nature roars and creatures tumble.
In the unbalance of the wind,
Words get swished around and spin.
Others get zapped by the pale king lightning--
--Knighted thunder growls rather frightening.
However, when the storm finally comes to an end,
It leaves a world of beauty and mend,
An imaginative novel that rises to the top,
Like the sun rays giving the landscape a hop.
No reader remembers or knows of the storm,
The one that existed before book's true form.
Some just smile and say that the rainbows are nice,
Or to some the end's great but then give some advice.
Others struggle to push through the storm,
To gather their words and to make them conform.
Everyone gets wet when they write their storm of puddles,
And every time they find a word, the thing goes off and scuttles.

This is a short story I wrote for creative writing.  All I did was take ten nouns and ten verbs and randomly paired them up; I wrote a story with the ten sentences.

 

The sun ran as fast as it could, trying to win the race.  However, the moon jumped ahead in a mighty leap and claimed the sky as its own.  The night loved to be in control.  The entire time the race went on though, the stars slept and were unable to be seen.  Suddenly, the fire called out to the sky, challenging the race’s winner and brightening the world more than the usual nocturnal dimness.  A sword stared at the landscape, daring something to face it.  Time passed by and the sword feel to the ground, gems spinning off of it as it hit the hard rock.  A beautiful metal flower clanged softly as the wearer slid to the earth.  A feather climbed as the pillow was smashed.  The red cat stretched as it moved from its original place to sleep on the person on the ground; he had obviously realized that it was time for bed as well.  Thus the night’s rule went on, soothing the creatures of the land into a slumber… the power of the moon was strong.

Nouns:                 Verbs:

Sun                        Run
Moon                    Jump
Night                     Love
Stars                      Sleep
Fire                        Call
Sword                   Stare
Gems                    Spin
Feather                 Climb
Cat                         Stretch