It’s been a while since I last wrote a post and that means that I have a lot to catch you up on. Well, kind of. I’m now over half-way through my first semester of college (I survived my first mid-terms!). I’m slowly making new friends and I’ve been pretty social despite being introverted. However, I am still socially awkward but people seem to be okay with my quirks. Overall, I’m not doing too bad from a social stance.

Academically, I am also doing well. I’m not procrastinating (though I still have a hard time starting projects) and I am comprehending everything I’ve been taught so that is awesome! I’m taking very interesting classes such as a Poetry Workshop and a class about puppets. As a result, I have been writing a lot of poetry, some of which I will share with you as the blog progresses! However, I have also discovered a love for puppetry that I’m looking forward to exploring.

Besides writing the poems for the poetry workshop, I haven’t had a lot of time for recreational writing. However, I have begun editing my third…fourth draft of my book The Factory. I am only into the second chapter but it already sounds more like a novel that someone would actually want to read! Of course, editing is going to take a while but I’m another step closer to the publication process and sharing my ideas with the world (if I’m lucky).

I hope that you are all healthy and happy! I’m going to leave you with one of my favorite poems I wrote for my class so far:

Mother

I was born from

death and dust;

From spun particles

and faded lights.

I was created from

Time and pressure;

From lava

And collisions.

I had no name-

I had no voice-

But I was fierce-

And I was free.

I was a home

Before the meteors.

I was a home

For your ancestors.

They gave me names:

Gaea, Danu, Terra-

But you chose Earth

And so I am.

I let you drink

From my rivers.

I gave you food

From my soil.

In return, You polluted

My waters

And razed

My soil.

I have seen you rise

And I have seen you fall.

You have killed,

But I still am proud.

You have forgotten me.

You are killing me.

I cannot flee,

Yet I still care.

Hear me!

See me!

Then leave me!

I still have a fire inside!

I am still moving,

Changing.

But you have forgotten-

And so I will close my eyes,

When you take your final breath.

Lie on the ground,

There will be nothing left.