Archive for September, 2013


Two Steps From Hell

If you want music to write to, look no further than “Two Steps From Hell”. These guys make music for movie trailers, and I write to the tune of their music constantly. Here’s an example of what they do.

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Visions (Poem)

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The bows of violins strike strings to ring out sweeping beauty.

Drums like guns fire shimmering sparks to shoot darkness to dawn,

And the woodwinds shine light in the clouds to set a glowing shadow

Which illuminates in joyous hearts a vital sense of awe.

Instinctually the piano keys erupt elusive visions

Of worlds known true by dreaming souls, but never reached by Gods

Who fired and forged the golden brass to fight off imperfection,

And sway batons in gentle turns to keep their children strong.

 

 

A True Statement

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A Fear of Angels (Poem)

A Fear of Angels

 

When I was a child I was afraid of angels.

Night terrors of golden light,

And enveloping, feathered wings,

Would wake me up nightly,

And cause me to scream.

 

My parents were concerned,

By my fear of what is holy,

So they brought me to a Catholic church,

To face the angels,

To sleep again.

 

But the echoes in the empty church,

Only made my fears grow worse,

And my nightmares came more frequently,

The fear of angels,

Unending.

 

But one night a dream settled in,

I did not wake or scream,

And I slept for hours, in my bed.

The most peaceful sleep

I’ve ever had.

 

When I woke, I told my mother,

All about my newest dream.

“I saw God. He showed me Heaven”

“He was big. He held my hand.”

“He said I shouldn’t be afraid”

“And the angels were nice too.”

 

I don’t remember that dear dream,

But I recall the fear of angels,

And a single scene,

From my dream of Heaven

That with growth will never fade.

 

The angels all around me,

On the shores of a reflecting pool,

And standing there,

As a small child,

I hold the hand of God.

 

 

If you are wondering, this is a true story. I’ve always been rather agnostic, but this is one of those moments in my life that always makes me think God might be real.

The Grey

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A few years ago I saw the movie, “The Grey”. Many people hated this movie due to its ending, but I saw the movie for what it really was. Looking at “The Grey” from a literary standpoint, the movie is one of the most well developed pieces of cinema that I have ever seen. The symbolism and themes that are present in this movie are phenomenal, and I have never seen a movie with this level of intelligence. Though highly underrated, and glanced over by most, I believe that “The Grey” is an amazing example of good writing in action. Here’s why:

“The Grey” is a movie which details the differences between humanity and nature. The prime attribute that separates the two in this movie is that, unlike nature, humans often times don’t have everything figured out. The very title of the movie is a realization of this, as it is a reference to the saying that some things are not black or white, but many shades of grey. Humanity in the movie can be represented as grey, while the snow covered setting that the movie takes place in can be taken as white, and the dark colored wolves which attack the humans in the movie can be representative of black. The story thus focuses on why humanity is defined as grey when parts of nature are black and white. It is obvious that they are so due to the fact that humanity questions things. Questions are frequently explored in the movie, ranging from questions about God, to opinions on what is right or wrong. Nature on the other hand, does not have these opinions and questions. The freezing wilderness of the landscape in the movie is inanimate, and representative of white, which can also be called emptiness. The weather is empty of questions, unlike like humans. The weather is cruel and deadly, yet lifeless, but it is still able to fight against the humans in the movie by freezing them to death. The wolves on the other hand are very much alive. They are cruel and deadly, and depicted as evil. They have no souls, yet know their purpose and do not have opinions or questions about the world; they simply follow their instincts. The wolves are also able to fight by following these instincts. Humans are in between the environment and the wolves, making them the grey middle between the white and the black. Humans have morals and values which cause them to continue fighting in the movie. The entire story could be viewed as a war between man and nature, and in the end, the movie leaves one to wonder who wins. Has the soulless weather beaten humanity by having no feeling? Have the evil wolves succeeded in killing them off by following instinct? Or, has humanity survived against them both with the use of their will? This question is never truly answered. It is left grey, or not clear, and subject to debates between what is true and false; a debate that only humanity could ever understand.

I have posted the ending to the movie. It contains everything you need to know.

Writing Music #2

Back in middle school I found this song, which pretty much launched my interest in writing. I don’t know why I connected music to writing in such a way, but every since then I have always taken inspiration from music when I come up with new ideas for my work.

 

“The age of man is over”

 

Writing Music #1

When I write, I usually take inspiration from music. This Linkin Park album was one of the first albums I ever listened to that gave me the inspiration I needed to start writing. Without this album, I do not think I would be the writer that I am today.

“God save us, everyone”

The Ring (Poem)

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The Ring

The reflection

In the silver.

Such hate

In the beauty.

And worse yet,

The picture,

Is of he and I.

The fear

In that vision,

In two of a kind.

The questions,

Again!

No, please!

Don’t look back!

And realize

You are

Not metal nor silver

But diamond

Sapphire,

Ruby and jade!

Separate from a

Reflection of him,

And sparkling

Not rusted

Or clouded with dirt.

His words helpless

Against I am.

Who left him alone.

His better. A man.

I buy up the silver,

I wear it;

The memory,

And never forget

As I face him again.

I wrote this poem as an exercise in my creative writing class. The poem is very hard to understand without some background knowledge on myself. You see, I wear a ring that I bought after a confrontation with a friend of mine over my sexual orientation, and this poem is about why I wear that ring. I do not wear it for pride, but instead to remind myself of that confrontation.

The first stanza represents the relationship between him and me. The reflection mentioned in the silver band of the ring is of my friend and I. We reside in the same reflection. Later, in the second stanza, I write that we were “two of a kind”. The reason I say these things, is that I idolized my friend, and wanted to be like him. He was like an older brother that I looked up to, and wanted to be like.  The mirror image represents how I had come to be like him.

In the second stanza comes the fear that I am doing the wrong thing by coming out. Fear comes to me as my friend’s angry reaction causes me to second guess my sexuality. This is represented by the line, “The questions,” but the lines that come afterward stop my second guessing. Notice that I am not only questioning my sexuality here. I am also second guessing separating from my friend and growing up.

As the third stanza begins we hear my epiphany. For all of my life I have been bound to my idolization of my friend, who is represented by the silver band of the ring. Finally, I say that I am separate from that silver, saying that I am instead the line of different colored gems on the top of the ring. This represents myself growing up and separating myself from my friend, while also representing the rainbow used as a symbol of the gay movement. The stanza ends with me saying that the gems are always clear, and never dirty, while the band has been smudged over time. This represents how I now feel about my friend, as I have seen his true colors.

The fourth stanza shows me leaving my friend behind even though he keeps trying to manipulate me with his words. I call myself a man, as I have grown up.

In the fifth and final stanza I finally say that I buy the ring, and wear it as a reminder of the memory of the confrontation. The last two lines show that I go back to my friend eventually, but never forget what he did, showing that our relationship may never truly recover.

I uniquely used my coming out story as a symbol for growing up and becoming a stronger individual. This is not simply a gay-themed poem, but a coming of age poem with a twist. It also shows the impact that this can have on a friendship. I feel as though I packed a great variety of themes into this piece, and I’m proud of that. It may not be the best of poems, and I may revise it, but I am currently happy with how the poem is written. Keep an eyes of this one. There may be new versions coming.