Back at it again with the blog......

Hello,

      For the people that are actually reading this, thank you. As you can see this is an old blog, originally created for another class for creative writing. I wanted to keep up with it after the class, I felt that it would inspire me to continue writing new things. Unfortunately, that was not the case, I was too busy afterward to keep up with it. I go to school and work full time, I hardly have time to eat let alone do things I enjoy. But here we are again, blogging for a reason... a grade. Sucks when you think about it that way. You would hope that when writing is something you enjoy you would want to do it all the time, not just when you have to. Maybe after graduation I can get back to doing things that are enjoyable again. Until then, I will rant around here about finding time to do this.

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Fun Little Stories

A lot of people I know tell me that I think too much. I think its a little weird, but mostly because no one thinks in the same terms as I do. I am a Psychology major and I work retail. So I like to think about the way people feel when they walk in, or use the way they look to invent little stories in m head about these people. I also do his when I see people driving. I wonder what other people are thinking about when they drive. Do they think about the same things as I do when I am driving? Are they listening to the same kind of music or something classical? In conclusion, I ask a lot of questions. Bu I will tell you this lovely story I invented about a man that came into my work today.

I named the man today Artie. (No, that is not his real name and I did not ask him his name, I made it up as I went.) I also like to call him little buddy because he was one of those poor little helpless old men. He came into the store alone today, no wife, no kids. He is probably somewhere in his mid-80's. Artie came into the store today looking for hearing aid batteries. I helped him find the hearing aid batteries, but I was not the one that installed them for him(I assume he went to the car and installed them himself). Artie came back in and couldn't hear a thing, I practically had to yell at the man to get him to hear me. I asked him to take his hearing aid out and hand it tome s that I could check to make sure that he installed the hearing aid battery correctly. He had indeed installed the hearing aid battery correctly, and that concludes my knowledge on hearing aids. I then sent him to the pharmacy, as I work in a store with a pharmacy, to see if they knew anything about them. I then distracted myself with something else only to find the poor old man leaving the store a couple minutes later not being able to hear me..

So, here is my conclusion on Mr. Artie's life: Artie is a retired war veteran, probably fought in the big Vietnam war. He has gone deaf due to the sound of overhead missiles and the loud back fire of gun fire. His wife died, probably at least 3-5 years ago. Gaining from his mental state, he is living alone. He does fine without his wife now, but still misses her and her ability to help him. He fell in love with his wife at a very young age, and had been married to her for 51 years before her passing. They had built their entire life together and being without her was very difficult at first.  He has a daughter and a son. But they moved away and don't come see him very often because it is probably too much trouble to take care of someone in his age, and they probably don't want to see him die. He tries very hard to live independently, which is probably the reason he gave up trying to get help with his hearing aid at my store today. Other than the obvious old age signs, Artie is a very health old man. He has not come to the stage of having to put himself in a nursing home yet, and would probably die alone before he resorted to that type of embarrassment for himself.

Artie was a very nice old man. I doubt I will ever see him again, or learn if anything I just told you guys is true. I made all of that up while at work today. I do this fairly often, its a little fun. It also gives you good ideas for stories.

Until Next Time,

 

Mariah

Another Lovely Dream

The night has fallen again

Stars have taken their place in the dark sky

They just don’t illuminate the earth enough to keep the monsters away

It’s time for me to watch over my fallen angel

I sneak in through a cracked window

He lies on his left side, facing the wall

In the same position he is usually in

He’s hidden in the sheets, pressed against his thick blanket to keep warm

Yet, his right arm is stretched out

Hand lying in the empty space he leaves for his guardian angel

I crawl from the end of the bed and sit against the wall in the empty space

I wrap my hands around his right hand

It feels as ice with a hint of warmth

His eyes are closed lightly like he’s having peaceful dreams

I sit still, waiting for half an hour

I let go of my fallen angel’s hand

And lie down, taking the place of his blanket

He wraps his arms around me, pulling me against him

I place my head against his chest and breathe in another perfect moment

It’s his turn to protect me

We lie together peacefully for the remainder of the night

When the sun begins to take the place of the stars, I place my fallen angel’s hand in its original position

The monsters flee from the daylight

And my fallen angel begins to stir

I escape out the window before he awakens

Leaving another safe night to be remembered as a lovely dream

 

Breonna Hart w/ Alterations from Mariah Arnold

This week we focused on Poetry....

I do not commonly write in a particular form when it comes to poetry. I very much love open form when it comes to poetry. I do not like to write in iambic pentameter, and am not very good at it. I also have a hard time sometimes finding rhyming words that will fit the mood of the other words in a poem when using a rhyming pattern. I chose a different poem for my assignment, but here is a sad attempt at a Shakespearean Sonnet:

The Ant’s Adventure

The adventure is new, for him, his first.

He had never been allowed out before,

His tiny ant stature wobbles with thirst.

All he ever wanted was to explore.

The sun, beating down his tiny body,

Seems to follow his path over the hills.

The path, lonely without anybody,

Is winding down into a path of thrills.

At first, everything was exciting,

But now, moon rising, shadows are creeping,

Everything is snapping and biting,

The once friendly creatures are now reaping.

All he wants now is to go to his home,

To tell his friends there’s no reason to roam.

Dear Mom,

I stay to fend of your demons, but you bring your demons home anyway.
You try to drink them away, but they only come closer to you.
I try to save you from yourself, but you only push me away.
So, I am not good enough to keep the demons away? I'm not strong enough to save you from yourself?
I turn away. You have set your demons on me. Now, I have become one of them.
I have done nothing but take care of you. Pick you up off of the floor when you just weren't strong enough. Clean your messes. Cover up your mistakes. Hide your lies. But now, I'm the bad guy?
I can accept that. I can turn away from you. As long as you can turn your back on them.
I will not longer protect you from you. I will now protect them from you.
All of your destruction will not come down on them. Not one of us will turn out like you. Your footsteps will be forgotten. I will not watch you kill yourself.
You did this to yourself mom. you told us we were not worth sobering up. We were worth nothing to you. Being sober is overrated I guess.
Well, to you it might be, but because of you, I will never lift the stinking liquid to my mouth.
I will not stand for the stupidity it brings. I will walk away now and let you kill yourself on your own. We will not turn back. We will not watch you die. I will not follow you. And, I will not let them follow you either. I hope its worth it mom. If we aren't worth it, then you aren't worth my tears.
Thanks for the memories.

I love you, Mom.

Lay Yourself to Rest

With tired eyes, you lay your head to rest

With tired mind, you lay your head to rest

With tired body, you lay yourself to rest

With tired a tired life, you lay yourself to rest

 

Lay yourself to rest when there is nothing left to do

Lay yourself to rest when there is no one left to please

Lay yourself to rest when there is nowhere else to go

Lay yourself to rest when everyone has gone

 

Lay yourself to rest my tired, weary friend

Lay yourself to rest you tired, weary soul.

 

Mariah Arnold 7-5-14

Rant for More Time

Today, I am going to rant because I have no time to think of something creative to write about. As the spring semester came to a close, I took more hours at work so I work A LOT. I also recently lost a sibling. So, my spare time has been spent helping my dad clear out my brother's apartment. I hope to finish that up today. I might get to go swimming if I finish that today. I want so much to just relax. I feel as if since school let out I have only gained stress. I made 3 goals this summer. One, to read more books. Two, get more active and fit. Three, finally download music for the Ipod I received for Christmas. So far, I have completed a half of one of those goals. That's only a sixth of what I wanted to do this summer. I have read half of a book. I have also come to the conclusion, summer classes are not for me. I thought I had the time to do them, but I was very wrong. I feel crazy sometimes because I have so much going on it erupts out of me all at once and I can't explain to anyone why I feel the way I do. Maybe I am crazy. Am I crazy? I don't know. Who knows anymore. I guess this is more of a weird journal entry rather than a rant. I'm just being a crazy person rambling on and on, hoping no one will finish this thinking that's all I am. I like to think I am a somewhat substantial person. I read and write. I go out every once in a while. But it has been a long time since I got to so any of those things.. Its been a long couple of months guys.. I have a long way to go before reaching normal I think. You should really get to know me when I'm not in one of these ruts, it's a lot better I promise. I can be happy and silly when I want to be. I've just had to be so serious lately. But I'm not always like that. Well, I hope you guys stick around to get to know me a little better when things calm down.

Long story short, don't make goals. They never get done. It's like a to-do list that you forget to look at when the day comes to a close.

Also, don't lose anyone. It not only hurts, but it takes a long time to get back to normal.

I also have a cat, his name is Momo. I don't really know why I felt the need to add that, but here he is.

 

Everyone say hi to Momo! Okay, I'm crazy. But that's cool too. Until next time....