A Poem: Into The Sky

So I rarely ever rhyme in my poems. I can only really think of three poems that I've written that have some rhyme in them. One was a sonnet I had to write for English class, another was a really junky sonnet that I attempted to write very, very fast (if you've attempted sonnets before you know they can't be written fast), and the last was a completely nonsensical poem that was just about craziness, so thus was very easy to make rhymes. Anyways, I was inspired a couple of days ago to attempt a rhyming poem that actually had some meaning, and rhymed well and was cohesive. The result was Into The Sky. Surprisingly, this is another personal favorite of mine. I don't know why my two most recent poems are some of my favorites, but they are. Maybe it's because I'm getting better at poetry? But that could just be hopeful wishing. Some irony is that I wrote each of these last two poems in about ten minutes, and then edited them slightly a few hours later. How are the two poems I spent the least amount of time on some of my best work and my favorites? I don't know, maybe it means that having inspiration behind you really, really helps out. I may also be biased about liking this one so much. I have this obsession, with the wish to fly. Not so much flying as in flying planes, more like just being able to take to the air anytime you want, by yourself, no hindrance, no support. Sometimes I sit, look at the sky, and simply dream about being airborne. One of the reasons I loved How to Train Your Dragon so much was that for some reason the scene where he's first flying made me really feel almost as if I was flying myself. Anyways, as I said in my last post, if I had one wish it would be that I could fly. Here's my humble attempt at rhyming poetry:

Into The Sky

The wind whistling in my ears

Tearing at my hair

Flying, soaring

It gives me no scare

Through the clouds

Across the sky

Around the world

Away I fly

Leave all the worries

Leave all the sadness

Take to the skies

Where there's no blandness

The bliss of escape

Get away for the day

Appreciate the beauty

There's quite the view of the bay

Feel the freedom

Clouds like pillows

Visit the scorching sun

Catch the wind as it billows

Away, away from trouble

Up, up into space

As far as we can go

Try to keep up the pace

Never have we gone so fast

And we won't stop till the day is past

A Poem: Korea Sparkling

This is just a quick poem I whipped up after my short stay in Korea. It's just a bunch of things that I noticed that are pretty unique to Korea. I pretty much completely recommend Korea as a sweet place to visit, and I can safely say it is one of my five very favorite countries I've been too. I'll probably write a full length normal post about Korea in the days to come, so without further ado:

Korea Sparkling

Korea Sparkling

That is the motto

Of the wee Asian country

That holds so much wonder

Original

Amazing food

Thick-rimmed

Funky glasses

Shiny shoes

Huge and bright

Crazy hair

In so many designs

Shiny jewelry

All around

They maintain tradition

While sprinting towards the future

Utmost respect

Is lathered on the old

In the form of bows

And works of service

The youth are encouraged

To cling to their fashions

To be themselves

To be modern

They would kill themselves

For their honor

Their national pride

Means more than their life

Don't come

Between them and their Kim-chi

Or you'll find yourself

A foul way out

Korea

Korea

United they can conquer all

Who are they?

They are Korea Sparkling

Why Blog?

So why am I starting a blog? For multiple reasons:

• A) Because I love to write, is there any better reason to have a blog? I love turning words into stories, with a passion, and I just want to get better. If only I could transfer some of my infatuation for writing to everyone else in the world, then my dream would be complete.
  
• B) As I said in the above point: to get better at writing. Practice makes better. I refrain from saying the rather overused saying "practice makes perfect" simply because if we're honest with each other, how often does anybody's practice at something ever make them perfect at said activity? Practice can always make you better, but rarely perfect.
• C) To get any stray pieces of poetry or prose that I write out there in the open for people to read if they wish. I know that most likely the vast majority of people don't care at all about my writing and wouldn't care to read it, but I'll post it anyways for any of those few people who may actually want to give their time to it.
• D) To put any passing, random, or erratic thoughts that might go through my head onto paper, well, metaphorically onto paper anyways.
• E) Last, but not least, to search for, and to discover more about myself. To learn more about what makes me me, through one of the things I like to do best: writing.

What you can expect to find on my blog:

• Any bits of prose, poems, haiku, sonnets or anything like that that I happen to write.

• My thoughts on topics or bits of news that I happen to hear about.

• What I think about pieces of literature or books that I'm reading or have read.

• Events that happen to me during my day, or interesting conversations I hear or have with someone.

• Any stray bit of interesting thoughts that happen to fly through my head.
  

My plan is to post as regularly as possible. Due to the end of school, exams and the like, I might not be able to post that regularly until the Summer, but oh well, better something than nothing at all.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy my Erratic Scribbles.