It's been about a month and a half..

Well, I apologize that I haven't posted in... about two months. I just got lazy and was caught up in school work. Sometimes I just wish all the work would disappear.
I got back on and noticed two new followers, welcome to insanity. It's summer now and, it's very relaxing so far. I have Cinnamon Toast Crunch stuck to my teeth and I can hear Finn and Rachel singing faintly. Yeah, not a very happy image but to me it symbolizes my laziness and happiness. I wrote a poem a while ago but misplaced it and since I have posted a lot of poems by myself lately I think it's time to move back to real poets. Poets that actually edit their poems unlike myself. Why you ask? 1. I'm not good at editing, however after reading my grammar book from English class for a final I am just now realizing all the annoying little mistakes. My bad. 2. I just am too lazy to edit them.
Crappy excuses but you know, I am a teenager and teenagers tend to have illegitimate excuses. My birthday passed a few days ago and it was fabulous. I got my own camera so now I don't have to steal my sisters. To top it off my mother made a chocolate cheesecake and I got to meet up with my writing buddies. It was a good day.
So, now for me to stop being so self centered and talking about myself.

Basho background stuff:

OK, from what I remembered in creative writing Basho is this really famous haiku dude who lived in Japan in the seventeenth century. It was either him or this other guy that really changed haiku, and I'm pretty sure it was him. Please keep in mind the syllables in Japanese match the simple 5-7-5 structure and in English there is a large change it won't match the structure.
Here are a few of his works, eat'm up:


((This was after his buddy died.))
Falling sick on a journey
My dream goes wandering
On a field of dried grass.

^^^^^ SAD. D:

And now for the rest:


From moon wreathed
bamboo grove,
cuckoo song.


Ah, summer grasses!
All that remains
Of the warriors dreams.


By lonely roads
this lonely poet marches
into autumn dusk.


Glorious the moon
therefore our thanks, dark clouds
come to rest our necks.


Orchid breathing
incense into
butterfly wings.


Spring morning marvel
lovely nameless little hill
on a sea of mist.


In my dark winter
lying ill, at last I ask
how fares my neighbour?


And, one of the most famous haiku's ever written also by Basho:

The old pond
A frog jumps in
The sound of water.



Well, this man obviously had some major skills, because each one of those blurbs gave me an emotion, and I feel like writing haiku now....
If only I could speak fluent Japanese, everything in Japanese just sounds more elegant. Anyways, all those above were translated by different people and those people are: R.H. Blyth, Stryck, and Beilenson.
Hope you enjoyed the haiku, I sure did. It's very soothing on the eyes. Have a good summer, I'll catch up with you all near the end of vocal camp. If anyone wants some of their poetry posted on my blog just message. I have rules though:

1. I don't want every other word to be profanity. It just looks so... stupid. Unintelligent.
2. Pleeaaseee don't send a sob-story, pity poem. We have all written and read a fair share of those. I want some that will make you wonder, or will make you feel peaceful. Write about a topic you have been wanting to write about. Bluhbluhbluh you get it.
3. Please edit your poems, because I won't and although you all probably do... well just make sure you do because I won't. XD
4. .... I don't like the number four.
5. Please no graphic stuff, sex or stuff. Nothing vulgar.
6. .....Yeah that's all.

I hope you all have fun splashing in some pools. :P

xXKathrynXx

Random Poem :P

I sincerely apologize for not posting these past two weeks! I have just had so many things to do. The convention went well, got second in the cosplay contest. :) Ummm... ya. SO I am going to post a poem, no this is not the depressing one I was talking about this is just a more... I don't know. I will be posting the depressing one right after posting this. So here it is. I love random prompts, 'nuff said.'


The hairs on my arm stood up
as the sticky kool-aid gelled them into place
The thick, heated air whirled around me and my little blue
shorts were sprayed with spaghettios
and the cement caught me as I dodged my brother.
Even the tiniest scrape can hurt
hot air gushing into the torn flesh but Texas
is always there to toughen you up.
A meaningless tear dropped from my eye
and dribbled across my sticky lips that were covered in a screen of blue.
I quickly scrambled to the gate and went inside my backyard
where burning poles were propping up the swing set that I had
hurt myself on so many times.
But I went back to it every single time
Acorn hats impaled my stubby toes but I ignored the small sting
and jumped onto the swing which was blistering hot like
every other thing.
I don't think you can write a poem about Texas
without using the word hot...
I remember every time I sat on that swing set
you would be deemed 'most amazingist' if you could reach your toes to the tree.
It was easiest when grandfather tree had leaves
that tree basically raised me.
It taught me not to be afraid of being upside down
not to be afraid of falling to the dirt
not to be afraid of the caterpillars
or hornets.
It taught me that not all surfaces are smooth
And so, I got off the swing, and listened to the tree and
do you know what the last lesson it taught me was?
Hush...
Just. Hush.
I still don't understand what it meant..
Maybe that's the way it's supposed to be.

If you want to, leave some comments but I don't care, this wasn't the best poem I have ever written but still good enough to publish on here in my opinion.

I hope you all have had a wonderful spring so far! I sure have, it's been... full of new experiences. ^^

.:Kathryn:.

So in Geometry... I was distracted.

Dear Mrs. Crawford,

You are a very nice teacher, however Geometry is such a boring subject that I don't pay attention. I sincerely apologize for not knowing the various questions you asked today. Instead of writing down the notes I scribbled down a poem that has no main focus.

Your Student, Kathryn


So I am going to show you, my fellow bloggers, the poem I wrote. It's not fantastic, however it has a lot of potential in my opinion.


-insert title here-

She fiddled with her lenses
trying
to focus her camera
on delicate fingers
thumbing through rich pages
of a novel

Eyes plastering themselves
to ink
sending intricate images
to her mind
piano keys chiming around her
lines of music wrapping around
her
like ribbons hugging
her hoodie.

Her eyes fluttered
shut
her lids heavy
contendedly calm
drifting into
a realm where
dreams can't come true because
you are in one.

She never woke up

Her dreams sent her into
a
Coma.

Many visitors passed by
offering a tear or two
except one
who cooed
"You can finally
escape
judgement."
with that
the mysterious man
left leaving a single
precious
silky petal
that shimmered a creamy peach

Turning off the
machine
may have been the hardest part
her already pale skin
fading to a cadaverous shade
one last exhale
and her body was sent to burn

but the stench given off was not
dreadful
but rather
peaceful
for it emitted the smell
of a single cherry blossom petal.



So originally this ended after the 'She never woke up' but I continued it on the bus because I had nothing to do. So the rest of that sprouted. Well, I think if I edited and revised a few parts it has the potential to be a.....decent poem.
Comments?

Oh ANOTHER issue. You see, a friend of mine and I have been trying to post on each others' blogs. But for some odd reason Blogspot just refuses to let us post. Is it because we are new? Have we not verificated our accounts? Questions, questions.

Well I am about to go to a sleepover so I will talk to you all soon.
With all my non-creepy love~

.:Kathryn:.