I've gone through and done some housekeeping on the blog, since I realized that a blog isn't the best place to advertise my crappy artwork.  Poetry will still go here, I guess, but I now have a DeviantArt (same username) for that kind of stuff.  Unless I do a craft or something, that might still go here.

I'm thinking of picking the blog back up again even though this is the first post I've made in awhile.  I'll see.

Frosty Ember Spirits

This is just a poem that I wrote yesterday after my friend inspired me.  We were walking through the snow and she pointed out that the snowflakes looked like fireflies when they passed through the light.  So, I cranked this out... not the best, but it was fast.

The night was dark, winds sharp and cold

my visage that of someone old

exhausted by the haunt of life

the endless war of pointless strife

and so I trudged with downheld gaze

and waited for the end of days

but when my gaze rose off the ground

I stopped, fixation skyward bound

as feathery snowflakes passed me by

darting through the velvet sky

but when through lamplight floating flew

transmogrified to something new

for when I blinked, my opened eyes

beheld a swarm of fireflies

a merry lot, they spent the night

dancing through the lambent light

but when the sun peeped forth its rays

the ember spirits lit away

my flying friends, turned gold and red

spun and into heaven fled

and as the peach sky faded blue

I heard them bid a soft adieu

and promise that the next dark night

where snowflakes met the gold lamplight

they would return to speak to me

to dance and play and make me free.

Less Clutter for the Desk

Hello, anyone who's still listening.  I've recently discovered the wonders of Fanfiction.net.  I've decided to leave up the posts that I have now, but any other fan-related writing I do will wind up here.  It makes more sense than the blog.  I'll save this desk space for poetry and rantings, and perhaps I'll try movie reviews.  Is anyone else is rereading The Hobbit before December 14th?

To give this post more of a point, I'll throw out a poem that I spontaneously composed a couple days ago.

Rotations

Warm bed, alarm beep,
hello cold and goodbye sleep.
Cereal gets soggy wet
talk and eat and browse the net.
Lecture, notes, review, test, 
sleepy eyes in need of rest.
Strings, bow, squeaking notes,
frigid air, tight-drawn coats.
Read and notes and notes again,
messy writing, pencil, pen.
Early morning, swimming head,
lose the pen and drop to bed.
Darkness, silence, sudden snore,
few hours rest to rise once more.

Anyway, now that I'm on break, I might be using my blog more.  Tot ziens!