My Writing Playground

a personal and inspirational blog, full of my creations and others' creations

Month: September, 2013

Cat Proximity

I promise my blog won’t just be overtaken by xkcd comics (as tempting as it is), but this is definitely one of my favorite ones that I reference the most:

from xkcd

“Everything is survivable except…

“Everything is survivable except for the last thing.”
– John Green of the Vlogbrothers

Quoted from this video (which I recommend watching for the fun of it), though I believe it is also a paraphrase of an excerpt from his book The Fault In Our Stars (haven’t read it myself).

Bookshelf by Colin Thompson

Bookshelf by Colin Thompson

I love this magical bookshelf! From here.

Questions found in Google Autocomplete

Ah, the things one will think…

Thanks to xkcd

The front page of my notebook

ANGER AND PAIN
LOST AND GAINED

LOVE AND RHYMES
FOREVER MINE <3

How?

a poem

I’m going to tell you a story [she said]
Once there was a girl
who didn’t know how to say… something
she wanted badly to say it
she tried hard to say it
everyone expected her to say it
but she couldn’t say it
she didn’t know how
and no one knew how to teach it

she would grow very sad
because she wanted to say it
her eyes would tear up
her throat would choke
her heart would break
but still she could not say it
because she didn’t know how

and eventually they decided
she couldn’t say it like everyone else
that she didn’t know how
and that she wouldn’t know how
maybe ever

and she was afraid to try
because she was afraid it would be wrong
and she thought maybe it didn’t matter
(to make herself feel better)
because she could live like this
not knowing how
and that was the only her she knew
and she was afraid that if she did manage to say it
they wouldn’t like what they heard

Note: This poem was an attempt to empathize with my brother who has autism and is unable to communicate as effectively as neurotypical people.

Why Write

a poem

Imagine
the whole would
as a sheet of paper
that stretches out
across your bed, across the room
down the street behind your house
through the town
over the hills
beyond the oceans
across the world
bigger than you can imagine
further than you can picture
all blank
waiting, hoping
If you dab your quill into the ink now
and rest it on the surface of this page
instead of what you might expect
(lines in two dimensions)
you get drawings
drawing life
First it begins with simple objects
a shoelace
a salamander
a pot of soup
Then you draw texture
you feel the bumpy rocks and smooth stones
the scales of snakes and the thorn of the raspberry bushes
Then you draw light
the blinking fireflies
the beckoning stars
the blinding sun bending through glistening water
Then you draw sounds
cricket chirps, eagles cries, and the thunder
Then, although your hand is shaking,
you draw feelings
of joy, dispair, madness, fear
By now your hand is so unsteady
you hardly control its movement
but it continues to fill up the page
an everlasting page circling ’round the globe
And when you reach the beginning’s end
you paint it over again with a new color scheme
a different reality
Your hand stops shaking
and all the drawings from your page
travel up your arm into your face
making you gleam with life.

“Tiger got to hunt…

“Tiger got to hunt, bird got to fly,
Man got to sit and wonder, ‘why, why, why?’
Tiger got to sleep, bird got to land,
Man got to tell himself he understand.”

– Kurt Vonnegut

More interesting quotes of his here.