Musical Memories

Normally when I listen to music, I feel the music. I put the lyrics and musical notes together and feel what the author is saying. I do the saame thing with books. I put myself in the expirience to either feel what the main character is saying, or to feel the music and understand the context of it.

My favorite song is “Don’t wanna go home” by Jason Derulo because it is a very upbeat song and puts me in a mood to party. The connection I make with this song is my buddies and I going around town during the summer, music blaring, and having fun.

I use to listen to only country music when I was in elementary school. Then I started hearing other music in school. I then started listening to pop and rap. Since then, I listen to everything except jazz and classical. I mainly listen to country songs with a rock style.

I tend to gravitate towards certain types of music because of my family and friends. I am one of those people who are challenged in everything but school. My friends tend to tell me about new music and I try it out. But I mainly listen to country and that I accredit to my family because they always listened to country as I grew up.

Music is kind of poetry. I agree the lyrics are poetry, but the main music part is just art. Music is just notes, but the lyrics can by poetry. Poetic lyrics normally rhyme, but don’t have to.

Clang

This is the saddest story I have ever heard. For what is a man with no heart? What is a beast with half a soul? He is in a living hell. Eternal. Everlasting.

            Johnny Westman was not always this way. He graduated college at a young age as an accountant, made plenty of money, and was engaged to the girl of his dreams. He was in all accounts, a very successful young man. Soon after the wed, they bought a house and started their lives as Mr. and Mrs. Westman.

            About six months after they moved in, Johnny chacked the mail and found an unmarked envelope in the mailbox. When he opened it, he found pictures of his wife, Sarah, and himself doing random activities. He took it to the police, but there was not much they could do. Johnny changed the locks around the house and removed the wood front door and replaced it with a solid steel door. He also started keeping a bat in his bedroom.

            One Sunday after Johnny and Sarah came home from a trip, they ate dinner, and went to straight to bed. About 1 a.m., Johnny woke up and wanted a glass of water. He went downstairs, turned right into the livingroom, then right again into the kitchen. He started filling a glass with water from the tap, when he was suddenly hit from behind and fell to the floor in a daze. Before Johnny could react, he had his hands zip-tied together and was gagged. He watched as the intruder walked away and heard him go upstairs. He then heard the sounds of someone struggling, and a woman screaming and cut off by someone muffling her. His heart was in his throat and his ears filled with blood. Footsteps again were coming down the stairs and the man entered the livingroom with Sarah over his shoulder motionless. The stranger’s pale grey eyes were smiling. Johnny was struggling hard against his bonds as the man walked towards the door. Johnny lay helpless on the floor. He heard the ring of steel against steel as a far foor clanged shut.

Famous Lines from Famous Books

“This is the saddest story I have ever heard.”

This line from the novel The Good Soldier was published in the year 1915 by the author Ford Madox Ford who lived from 1873 to 1939. This author is also known for other works, including The Brown Owl and The Inheritors.

            This book is completely about affairs and love triangles. I have never seen someone create a worse love triangle full of lying, deciet, indecency, and suicide than this. The whole book is about a man who continues to cheat on his wife, his wife losing control and killing herself. Then another man and the first man loving the second man’s niece and the second man’s wife finding out and the second man paying for his change of heart until he kills himself.

http://www.sparknotes.com/lit/goodsoldier/summary.html

            The critic that reviewed this book really did not like it. She believed it to defy logic at times and that this book was ultimately a bad book with its plot and the emotions of the narrorator just being passive.

http://www.lehigh.edu/~amsp/2007/08/good-soldier-bad-novel.html 

I don't think I would read this book because I hate drama. I am against cheating on you're spouse with someone else, even if it's something simple like saying "I love you" and being serious. I’m also against killing yourself.

“He heard the ring of steel against steel as a far foor clanged shut.”

            This line from the novel Native Son which was published in the year 1940 by the author Richard Wright who lived from September 4, 1908 to 1960. This author is also known for other works, including Black Boy and Uncle Tom’s Children.

            This book is about a black man who finds ways to make money in the 1930’s. he decides to rob black stores, but is scared of the whites to the point that he kills another member of his black gang to keep from having to rob a white store. He then starts working for a white man, kills his daughter, and then rapes and kills his black girlfriend. He is put on trial, defended by the same man who he tried to frame for the white girl’s murder, but ultimately killed for his crimes.

http://www.sparknotes.com/lit/nativeson/summary.html

The critic that read this book and reviewed it did not like this book. He thought it was a very good piece for a man who taught himself and as a first book, but not as a work or art.

http://www.independent.co.uk/arts-entertainment/books/reviews/book-of-a-lifetime-native-son-by-richard-wright-2331747.html

This book actually sounds interesting to me. I like how he has to make choices and go along with them. I also like how in the end the guy he tries to frame helps him. I don’t like how he rapes his girlfriend though.  

Memorable Passage

"You have forgotten who you are and so have forgotten me. Look inside yourself, Simba. You are more than what you have become. You must take your place in the Circle of Life."

I like this quote from Simba’s dad Mufasa because it shows that no matter what happens, your past is a part of you. It also proves that you can be anything you want to be with determination. It gives me hope that I can never forget my family after they have gone, and that my family can never forget me when I’m gone. It also reminds me that we can be anything we want to. This is especially important now with college so close in the future. I need to remember that I have left a mark on society so far and that I have far to go in the future during and after college; that I can be everything I want to be in the future, and more.

Maya Angelou

I have the power to overcome great odds. The simple fact that I’m alive is a miracle of life. I know this because when a friend looks for help, normally they find me. I am the guy that everyone is glad showed up when I get us all out of trouble because we were doing stupid activities, or I’m the guy who people find in times of sorrow. I’ve helped countless people after relationships end and I’m always there with a quote or saying to help. I also make the tough calls when no one else can. I’ve been known to make the final call when no one else will stand up to do it. I once was at a corn maze and made a wrong turn with a large group and made one big circle. On seeing this, a young man then shouted, asking why I was leading. I answered that he will follow me unless he would rather get up to the front and lead himself. He stayed at the back.

 

Dreams do tell the truth because dreams are a way for your subconscious to train or teach your conscious. Dreams show you what you really want and what you really need. For instance, I’ve dreamed that I came to school and had four projects due and three presentations to give, but I didn’t know what over or anything like that. Funny enough, I had a big due date in a few days. So my dream showed me that I really need to get on my homework and do it. But dreams can also mean more than just things you worry about. Dreams can also be used to help figure things out. I once liked two girls at the same time, but could not decide who I should date. I then dreamt about the three of us in a crowd somewhere and then one of the girls started hurting the power around her as the other was simply trying to get through with me. This dream made me realize that not only was I ignoring the fact that one girl was very mean, but it also made me realize that I wanted to be with the other. Dreams are very interesting visions.

Writers as Readers

When I read, I enjoy being in a slightly warm area with lots of food around just in case. A little bit of back ground noise doesn’t hurt either.

 

 I like to read Sci-Fi books about wars, heroes, and things that can’t really happen, but is fun to think about.


One of the best memories I connect with reading was when I was in kindergarten, I was given a book to read and try to understand. I do not remember the book or the subject, but I remember being very excited and running to the teacher to tell her that I finally understand the words on the page and can read “like a big boy!”


I do believe that books have the power to influence people that have no interest in its subject matter before hand. I do ask though that if you have no interest in it, why read it? But books, like speaking, can influence people even if they aren’t paying attention. Their brain still picks things up and categorizes it even if they aren’t interested.

When I write, I do envision the reader and how they would like or interpret my work. I try to be a good read for everyone, but mainly people who question a lot of things or just want to experience something they never have before would most likely read my work. Having a reader in mind does affect my work in the sense that I choose easier words, or I might give more graphic detail, or I might even curse a little bit. When I write for myself, I don’t care about grammar, spelling, or correct punctuation. All I care about is getting the ideas out of my head and on to paper before I lose them.

Day Dreamers

Ideas bounce around,
Faster than kangaroos on pogo sticks.
My mind is a jumble of ideas, thought, and "what if's."
"What if I...what if he...what if they...what if..."
 
I can almost never finish a thought
Because the train is moving too fast.
Trains are how people think of thought lines.
Yet I cannot catch mine.
 
I see where it comes from,
And I see where it ends,
But never how.
 
Ideas are like faces in a window.
Each can tell a story of how
And why they are there,
And be of great importance in the world they live,
But blurs as the train flashes by to its destination.
 
What could be on this train that I’ve never seen before?
Or that is so important it must arrive so fast?
What new thoughts could it yield,
If slowed to a visible speed?
Could slowing it save lives?
Could it reveal the future?
Or can it just mean more thinking?
 
Bullet trains in the real world might be good,
But bullet trains in my head are a curse,
And a privilege.

Dream Threads: Were's the Problem

You don't find answers, you find pieces of the puzzle. Blood here, casings there. The officers circle around doing thier jobs. I put the cigar back in my mouth. Disgusting habit, I know. But I don't carecancer, or bad breath. You see, I'm not normal. I am a beast. I should say monster, but I'm getting better about it. I am a werewolf. I used to be normal and married, but that psycho ended it all. she left me a while back. I understand though. If I ever turn near her, I can't even save her. I'd kill her as soon as look at her. But back to the matter at hand.

My Worst Nightmare...

My dream that I remember dreaming is always the same. I am running away from someone or something. It is about 6' 5" and dark, but not like in skin color. He is dark and absorbs light so you never get a good look. Everywhere I go he goes. But he doesnt run, he just appears. But in every dream I am like 10 years old so I have to get others to drive me away. No where I go is safe because I know he wants to get me for something to hurt me or something. I don't want to be near him, but I can't get away.

I am...

Christopher Worley

Mrs. Hayley Fraser

Creative Writing

7 January 2013

I Am…

I am…

A young man with the world at his feet and books in his hands.

A pair of cowboy boots that protect from what is outside.

A grandson, wishing he could live in his Papa’s small town where everyone knows everyone and the only cooking is home cooking.

A walking book, knowing the answer to almost any problem, or knowing how to get the answer.

A guy who loves nature, guns, and the freedoms of the great nation of America.

A fast car with unlimited gas.

Long drives in the country with no purpose.

A slow river, a old tire, and a glass of sweet tea.

A hard worker that enjoys getting the answer in math because there is always only one answer and when one answer is available, everything is simpler.

The one who makes the choices, because when I hang out with either my friends or girlfriend, no one wants to make any choices.

Chill to the world and the lover of having a lazy day on any and every day that ends in “y.”

A procrastinator who enjoys sleep, but puts sleep and work off to hang with friends at anytime.

The guy you call first to help because I will always be there for my friends.

The guy you want at the party because any party I go to is sure to be interesting with wild games of tag with sticks, zombies, or even extreme basketball.

The inventor of wild, crazy, and shameless fun.

The freer of souls that are bound by the ideas of structure and rules and the thoughts that society has put into their heads that since they are older now, it is unacceptable to be as children, when the true fact is, that in the society we live today, children are the only ones not doing drugs, drinking, partying, having sex, killing people, and committing suicide.