3rd Freewrite prompt

Taking influence from Matt Lafever, illustrate your perfect monster. Either the monster that embodies all the terror you can imagine OR describe the monster YOU would be.

Tell me an elaborate story you would share if you needed a really good excuse for not showing up to your cousin's wedding. Take as much time as you'd like.

Journal Entries From Joshua Tree Winter 2009/2010

December 30 2009

Once again I find myself in Joshua Tree. A trip I will have to make myself one day. I am with the ones I love. My best friend Heather, of course. My good friends Sylvia, Tim, Jordan, Chris and Tim's incredible sister Becky. It is much colder here in December and windy. It is warm in my sleeping bag and warm in my soul. I am sick with a cold, I mush be sick to see this place I guess. The wind shakes us. Rattles our post. But we are still. We are strong and still. The wind is healing and embraces you when least expecting. I was drawn here to heal, the wind followed me to rip away, in gusts, my pain. My body is whole. My soul is whole. My own love is the only I need. I love you. I do. Adventurous.

Fires. Lyrics and smoke. 10 happy souls.

I spent nights waiting
hoping praying
This peace this comfort this brain of waves
we connect. we respect.
And here it is.

I can't help but to debate
I can't help to find
The reason and purpose
For all this noise.

Here it is quiet.
Only music from souls willing to give
Here we are.

Designated perch assembled by God
Deligent in writing
her soul speaks out and flows with the spilled ink.
Chicken scratch if you can manage to read.
A gang full of hoodlums keep her inspired

"How can I contain all this spirit?" She asks
The wind won't take it away.
"I'll write and spew and empty it all out"

Clear sky is full of purpose
so still it whispers to her.
"Tell me your secrets"
"Give me your truths"
"I want for your knowledge"

Silly tunes are played with great influence.
Friends and food.
Lyrics we all know.
The music brings us closer.

First Freewrite Prompt

What was one of the most memorable dreams you had? Why do you think it stuck in your memory? Give yourself one minute to write a response. Starting now...

The Twitter Buzzzz

Unlike my pal twitter junkie Matt Lafever, I am still hesitant to embrace this social phenomena. However, I do find twitter to be incredibly useful at getting a hold of classmates quickly and efficiently. I also am considering some useful tools for the classroom, which is of course the goal, right? I just get nervous when thinking about a group of high school students on this network attempting at class work via the internet without the trouble of: peer harassment, unmonitored cheating, like I said in my tweet, "half ass lazy answers". Though the experience is sure to be fun and enlightening, I wish I had my own students to test this new approach out on and see my possible results. Here's to twitter!!

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Poems as a journaling expression of insomnia

Can’t sleep

My thoughts have taken me away

The past is my present and ever reoccurring dream

You crept your way in, I wonder how you managed

Sultry like the wind, fascinating like the sound

Yet my idle heart still races

I'm anxious; can’t sleep

How long will this day last

My bed cold and cozy

Sheets filled with ice and dread

Sleep waiting for me

Somewhere I cannot meet

The pills and drugs that have lead me once

Now lulling in my blood

My thoughts and wants and lust all mixed

I'm like an accordion of complaints

Restless heart

Ruthless stress

Desire to its undying need

To pleasure myself is a boring occasion

One that has past and went

I searched for a muse so many times before

Found only what I had already used

Now with your eyes inside my thoughts

I can only write these lines

Do they tempt me, do they mock?

Have I found a reason?

I feel no such luck

And for that sickness

Cause I am doomed to sleeplessness

April 18, 2008 1:15am

You sonovabitch

You open the list of my to-dos and show what I have been anticipating.

Fuck! I know that already. I’m gettin’ to it.

You turn the page to a chapter I just forgot because I loved it too much.

God dammit! I hate when it hurts.

You show me the map of the circles I’ve taken.

It’s so scary when you’re lost. I cry out over and over:

Please help me! I am so lost and I cannot find my way.

You tear open my dresser, the top drawer to all my intimacies and lust.

What the fuck are you looking at?

You count the pages and minutes, reporting over and over in my head.

Jesus Christ, I can’t do this.

You bastard, that voice.

You creature, that choice.

You clever little fuck.

How can I reclaim my mind?

You helped me destroy my path, no, cover it in leaves and mess.

I’m trying to clean it up.

You told me to trust you, but it was hard to hear clearly over myself.

How can I have told myself this?

Fuck. Defeat. King me. Check mate. Call it on the bored. I loose this round.

What’s next.

February 11, 2009 12:50am