Penny Hero (dot) Net

This poem written during a moment of intense writer’s block. Thank God for Iambic Pentameter.

And these are words without a second thought
Just ink and page but left to grow alone.
Expand contract and warp as they’ve been taught
In classes filled with literary tone.

A boredom falls upon the brain at times
A sleepy writers block unshakeable
And that’s no time for an iambic rhyme
Unless to break this block unbreakable.

The pen it cannot move upon its own
Without a hand to guide it on its way.
A hand it cannot guide it all alone
it needs a heart, a brain to clear the way.

A block of stone won’t melt in any land
But icy writer’s block melts in the hand.

Silly, isn’t it. *grins* Do you hate it?? ^_^

In other news: I can tell that I’ve become much more comfortable here in college mainly because I’ve started to become increasingly irresponsible. I was invited to sit in this one Japanese class to try to get an idea of where I will stand next term, and I missed the class. I thought it began at 1pm, so I planned my entire day around this 1 o’clock class only to realize at 10:58am that the class started at 11am. I could have made it to class, except that I had no notebooks, no paper, no folder, no pens or anything and I simply was not willing to walk in late and totally unprepared for a class that I’m not even getting credit for. I felt really bad about forgetting though, because I went to so much hassle to get permission to sit in the class and I made this whole big deal about planning my day around it etc… It was pretty messed up.

Oh well. At least I’m not a terrified freshman anymore. Oh! On that note, let me share with you something I wrote the first day of school to give you an idea just how fucking scared shitless I was back then:

I never thought the words “terrified freshman” would mean so much to me. I walk around campus in a nervous rush. Too tight to eat, too lost to smile. I’m not confused, just a little bit too small.

Needless to say, I’ve come a very long way.