Current Events

I'll probably get this on the poetry page at some point - but for now:

Eleventh Sweet Nothing
(The Circus)
by Chris J. Shull

Hello. I am the master of ceremonies
And I will be conducting today's catastrophe.
Are there any takers on who will go first?
You there - the boy with the heart set to burst.
Come up to the stage and I'll fix you up right.
And you there - with the curls way out of sight.
I'll tell you a secret this boy's locked away -
I'll tell you a secret and ruin his day.
For this lad's got thoughts that'll make his head rush.
Oh yes! Look at him now, oh look at him blush!
This boy thinks that you're a remarkable girl;
If it meant he could have you, he'd buy the whole world.
So what do you think, so what'll you do?
Now that it's out in the open it's all up to you.
Sweet girl, if you want him, then come up to the stage,
Or if the very thought scares you - then just run away.
But you gotta decide - so that no one will miss
If you choose to run, or if you choose to kiss.

You either know it or you don't. I just like the voice I used because it's something I haven't done before. It's this upbeat, first-person, third-party voice (kind of reminds me of Dr. Seuss actually). I actually had a lot of fun writing this one, because it pretty much just popped out.

Another from the archives

I've been going through a lot of my old poetry (including typing a bunch of the handwritten stuff). Here's another one I pulled up:

All across my mind she taunts,
Stifling my ev'ry want.
With great ease has she destroyed
Simple things which I enjoyed.

I like this one because the meter and rhyme seem to have worked out well. While it could be read in a negative light, I like to read it in an upbeat voice.

From the Archives

I wrote this one a while ago, but felt I could expand it. I guess I was wrong - so here it is now:

The story goes that Zeus's might
Was in itself a force so bright
That any mortal towards it glanced,
Would catch their death from radiance.

And that is how you make me feel;
A-drowning in a light unreal.
Because of you I fall apart;
Your very presence stops my heart.

This uses one of my favorite devices: mythology. I haven't done many of these lately 1) because they haven't come to me, and 2) because I've written so many I've exhausted them. Overall I really like the myth this is based on (read it on Wikipedia), and that I bring it back to my favorite subject, love.

While I'm on it - let's give a shout out to the Bohemian ideas proclaimed by Moulin Rouge!: "freedom, beauty, truth and love"!

So, without further ado...

As I explained in the catch-up post right below this, I will now be posting more poetry. So here goes:

I want to ... give a kiss with my fingertips,
Show you how much I love you with just my lips.

OK, first things first; It is impossible to convey the way this sounds in my head. But I do my best with creative punctuation. Second; I just love the concept of the first line. If these two lines don't spark your imagination, then you are just dead inside.

Ladies and Gentlemen!

I'm back! I'm sure no one hits this blog anymore - but I'll get my faithfuls back.
Since college let out (in which I had a lot of fun and did very well) I've been working as the Snack Bar Manager for the Barclay Farm Swim Club. It's not exactly in line with what you might expect from someone in IS - but it's a lot of fun. And I - of course - bring my own style to the whole affair.

Anyway - I'm tired of only having current events to say so I'm going to start posting more poetry directly into the blog. Why have I not done this in the past? Well, the vast majority of my poetry is only a few lines long (which I used to hope would grow). Unfortunately, after the fist few lines most of my poems just die. The image becomes stained, the rhyming becomes strained, or the clever play cannot be sustained. Thus, I will now give you these lines (which are often my favorites) - but which have not yet become larger works. And since the larger work usually helps convey the idea of the poem, I'll provide a little insight to my writing.