Wednesday, May 17, 2017

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The Skeleton in My Closet


The Skeleton in My Closet



There is a skeleton in my closet.

It hangs among my clothes.

I’ve hidden it there

So no one can see,

Because no one needs to know.

But every so often,

I reach through my sweaters,

And brush its chilly bones.

Mirror


Mirror



In my closet is a mirror.

And in that mirror,

Lives a monster.

I have never seen it,

But I can feel it peeking out,

From the crack in the doors.

Every night it watches me,

With glowing eyes.

I try to catch,

A glimpse of it,

But it always escapes,

Back behind the mirror.

And all that stares back,

Is me.

Tremble


Tremble



As I sit and tremble they tell me,

It’s all in your head.



As I sit and tremble they tell me,

It’s all in your head.

Just be happier.



As I sit and tremble they tell me,

It’s all in your head.

Just be happier.

Take a deep breath, it will clear your mind.



As I sit and tremble they tell me,

It’s all in your head.

Just be happier.

Take a deep breath, it will clear your mind.

Try not thinking about it so much.



As I sit and tremble they tell me,

It’s all in your head.

Just be happier.

Take a deep breath, it will clear your mind.

Try not thinking about it so much.

You’re acting up over nothing.



As I sit and tremble they tell me,

It’s all in your head.

Just be happier.

Take a deep breath, it will clear your mind.

Try not thinking about it so much.

You’re acting up over nothing.

You don’t need pills, you just need a breath of fresh air.



As I sit and tremble they tell me,

It’s all in your head.

Just be happier.

Take a deep breath, it will clear your mind.

Try not thinking about it so much.

You’re acting up over nothing.

You don’t need pills, you just need a breath of fresh air.

Other people have it way worse.



As I sit and tremble they tell me,

It’s all in your head.

Just be happier.

Take a deep breath, it will clear your mind.

Try not thinking about it so much.

You’re acting up over nothing.

You don’t need pills, you just need a breath of fresh air.

Other people have it way worse.

How can things be that bad, you were fine yesterday.



As I sit and tremble they tell me,

It’s all in your head.

Just be happier.

Take a deep breath, it will clear your mind.

Try not thinking about it so much.

You’re acting up over nothing.

You don’t need pills, you just need a breath of fresh air.

Other people have it way worse.

Things can’t be that bad, you were fine yesterday.

You are faking it.



I hear them tell me,

All manner of things,
As I sit and tremble.

Anxiety Is


Anxiety Is



Anxiety is…

The second hand of a clock,

Ticking faster and faster,

Until it is only a blur.

It is the minute hand,

Racing around the clock face,

As it counts the seconds.

It is the hour hand,

Counting the hours like minutes as they pass.



Anxiety is…

Staring at an empty page,

Begging it to fill in,

It is the irony of seeing the vivid pictures,

Perfectly formed in your own mind,

But the inability to find the right words,

And the fear you will write the wrong ones,

So instead you write nothing.



Anxiety is…

Hearing the same words,

One hundred times.

Then suddenly,

You no longer understand them.

It is the inability to comprehend,

Anything around you.

And the fear you will slip away,

Farther than you already have.



Anxiety is…

Begging someone, anyone,

For help.

It is admitting your deepest, darkest thoughts

To a doctor,

And being told,

You are in it for the drugs.



Anxiety is…

Coloring perfectly inside the lines,

But with a white crayon,

For fear if you use color,

It might bleed.




The Monster Under My Bed


The Monster Under My Bed



There is a monster under my bed

I hear him every night

He reaches up and takes my hand

And tells me to sleep tight!

Imaging


Imaging



Imagination is my ink

That lets me draw

Imaginary worlds in my mind

Standing on my island

As the ink fills in the world around me

Vast oceans and skies pour in

While I build up hills

And top them with castles

Made from stones I have traced from far off dreams

Experiment: Magical Realism


It was checkered with black and white squares. Out of the corner of my eye I could see it, lingering by the punch bowl. It was like the damn this was on some kind of adventure and our party was the venue of choice. Earlier I noticed it over by the mountain of gifts. Before that I watched it invite itself through the door as if it was an invited guest.

Most ghosts had a marker of some kind. A ribbon, a scarf, I’ve even seen a hat. This one had a shoelace tied around its…hand? I’m still not entirely sure, I will give it credit for being different.

            “Oh, just let it be,” Joan kept saying, “it’s harmless, let it wander around.”

            No one seemed to care about this ghost’s aimless wandering, except me. It was an uninvited guest at the party I had meticulously planned for my pregnant sister and unborn niece. A stranger in a place it didn’t belong.

            It moved from the punch and slowly made its way over to the table where we were seated. The ghost helped itself to an empty chair and sat down. At least I think it sat down, the shoelace was resting on the table, as if it was waiting patiently to be served like the rest of us.

            “It probably doesn’t even know where it is.” Joan whispered to me.

            Everyone continued to ignore it, but I could swear I heard the faint sound of crying come from the now occupied chair.

Experiment: Map


A once a great hall, where the queen used to meet with nobles and peasantry while she ruled her kingdom, it now stands empty. The room is long and somewhat narrow, with broken and crumbling pillars lining the side. They once supported the roof and provided decoration, but now the roof has long since caved in and the entire room has been exposed to the elements. A few stained-glass windows line the walls. almost all of them are cracked and broken, what bits are intact cast colored light across the floor. The shattered pieces lay discarded and forgotten on the floor, providing glimpses of sparkling color during the day. The carpet that leads up to the throne is tattered, in some places shredded completely. Exposure to the sun and elements has left it bleached a pale pink. What is left of the gold accents along the edges have mostly faded and dulled over time. The relief behind the throne is starting to crumble. Vines are growing through the cracks in the walls and flooring around the relief and throne. Some of the vines have flowers budding on them, leaving a pile of decaying petals on the floor below.

Standing along the pillars are the remains of nobles who once served the queen unquestioningly. But, as the queen fell deeper and deeper in to her madness, she killed them off one by one as they questioned her. She would have her loyal followers melt the riches of the party in question and she would turn the offender to stone. The loyal would then dump the melted gold on the offender. They were meant to stand as a permanent reminder to never cross the queen.

On the throne sits the cursed queen. She is cursed to live forever, but her body withers away. She summoned a god to her world and trapped it there, siphoning its power over the ages so she could use black magic without the repercussions that came with it. When the god finally escaped, it was angry and cursed her as punishment for her transgressions. The queen is unable to leave her throne room, but her continued use of magic has made her strong enough to reach out to the forest that skirts the borders of her once grand city.

Experiment: Play


Premise

A faith healer employs a new pupil. The mentor was probably once a believer in what he did, truly felt like he was helping people. But as time and money rot his resolve, he becomes more of a con man. He moves in to town, cheats people out of their money and preys on their faith, then moves on. The mentor decides to take on a young student, someone he might convince to eventually travel with him and keep him company through all of this. The student initially thinks the best of things, is faithful to what he believes, and honestly thinks he is a chosen healer of God. The lines become more blurred during the play and the student is left questioning his faith when the mentor leaves for the next town.

The play would start when the mentor shows up, puts on his show and picks his student. We would then see the mentor teaching his student, essentially how to put on the best show. He would teach him how to field questions about why people are not actually getting better and how to convince others to follow him. As the student starts learning more advanced things about what they do (things like how to knock someone over by pushing them slightly and knocking their center of gravity off, or telling them they are simply not believing hard enough and that is why they are not getting better), he starts to question what is happening. In the last part of the play the student shows up to their makeshift church and realizes the mentor is gone and has taken all of the donation money with him. The student is left questioning his own faith.





Setting

A single back drop would be used, it is the inside of a make-shift church. It looks like the inside of a rented-out building, the is a podium in the center of a small platform on the stage. When they are putting on their “healing” show, members of the congregation would filter into the audience from the stage area (like the audience is a part of the congregation). Actors would take places among the audience during the production while waiting to be “healed.” They would filter in and out as each of these performances are put on or as they end. The actors chosen from the audience to be “healed” would head up to the stage and do their part, other actors clapping in the audience as it happens.



Characters

The Mentor – A man who once believed in what he was doing. Now he puts on a production to attract the biggest crowd and most money. Once he is at the height of his popularity he takes off and takes whatever money he has made with him to start over in a new town.

The Student – still believes in what is happening, think they are doing God’s work. Over the course of the play we watch him start to question his faith and the morality of what they are doing. He grapples with the knowledge he thought he was helping people, but in the end he was helping his mentor rip them off.

Experiment: A World Just Like Ours Except…


No one can see color. The story would follow a woman who lives her whole life only knowing no one is capable of seeing color. She has heard of people who can but they are either not believed or tend to become outcasts to the society. One day she hits her head while still inside the city. Slowly she begins realizing she can see little colors here and there, a red light blinking on a device, the blue sky, etc. The city itself is mostly in black, white, and gray so it is hard for her to tell. At some point, she takes a trip to the outskirts of the city and sees color everywhere. When she goes home and tells people around her about it (friends, family), no one believes her. As time goes on her friends and family try to exile her like the others who see in color. Towards the end of the story more and more people in the city admit they too can see in color, but never came forward for fear of being sent away.

Experiment: Children’s Book


For the kids book idea I imagined more of an older audience and a picture book with no words. The story would be about a young brother and sister who sneak out to go to the circus. Instead of a traditional circus and animals to look at it would be fantasy creatures in cages and roaming around the grounds. I like the idea of either 1920s or 1930s aesthetic for the style of clothing worn by everyone in the story.



1. Title page: A Trip to the Circus

2. Dedication/Copyright

3. Dedication/Copyright

4. The brother and sister being put to bed by their parents.

5. The kids decide to sneak out and go to the circus to see the attractions.

6. The kids put their regular clothes back on.

7. The kids sneak past the room where their parents are holding a dinner party with their friends, the shot would be of the kids sneaking past a doorway with the parents at the table, some standing and toasting their evening.

8. The kids walking down the street, street lamps are lit up and they are walking through a circle of light. (The circus is down the street from their house.)

9. The kids arrive and are let in to the big top by the ring master.

10. – 11. Two-page spread: The first thing the kids see is a tank of sirens (in this narrative they would look like mermaids). The tank would be on one side and the kids would be standing together on the other.

12. A large cage in the center of the room is filled with multiple harpies, the cage takes up the entire middle and goes up to the top of the tent. The kids would be looking up and dwarfed by the size of the cage.

13. In another cage there is a large chimera, all of the heads are sleeping.

14. In the last cage is a sphinx.

15. The kids decide to leave the tent.

16. The kids take a moment to buy a snack from a random vendor stall.

17. They walk past an animal trainer leading a gryphon in to another tent.

18. They follow the pair in to another tent of creatures.

19. There are only a couple creatures in here, they see a unicorn standing with its trainer.

20. They see a Cerberus in a cage and decide to leave the tent.

21. They leave the second tent.

22. – 23. Two-page spread: Each child buying their own souvenir, the boy picks out a balloon on one side while the girl picks out a siren doll on the other. Each at their own vendor.

24. While walking around outside they decide to stop and play a game at a stall.

25. We see the kids playing the carnival game and see the sun rising in the background.

26. They realize they need to be home before their parents wake up.

27. Shot of the kids running back home in the early morning light home.

28. The kids sneak back in to their house.

29. The kids quickly get ready for bed (put pajamas back on).

30. – 31. Two-page spread: Both kids in their respective beds, one on each page. The little boy has the balloon he got on their trip, and the little girl has her doll.

Experiment: Master Plots Story


Ascension and Descension



            A young woman works at a museum doing painting restoration. She meets a man at a bar who convinces her to start making fakes so he can sell them. She is tight on money and ends up agreeing. At first, she is very uneasy about it, but completes a painting and lets him sell it off. They make good money passing it off as the work of someone famous and he convinces her to do another. The pair make a ton of money and start blowing it on extravagant things. As it goes on, the woman becomes less and less afraid of being caught.

            As the woman starts buying all kinds of things, her spending habits and partying go out of control. Around this time, the authorities are starting to catch up to the pair. While the woman is relatively unworried the man becomes paranoid they will be caught, but both continue the life style they have become accustomed to. The man tells woman they need to stop and let everything blow over, she convinces him they should sell one more painting before they are done.

            In the end the authorities catch up to them the night after a giant party that they threw, both their lives and everything around them is in complete chaos and shambles. It ends with the woman narrating being led away by the authorities and having no regrets about what she has done.

5/17


So, because I have already lost my work once, I have decided to upload the majority of my experiments and some poetry to my blog in an effort to save it for a little while. I'm not sure if we needed a last WCW (I think I missed the last one as it is), but I think this will be my last official one.



I do hope to continue using the blog in the future for whatever I feel like. It has been an interesting experience holding myself accountable to something like this, I have never before kept any kind of journal and this has been mostly enjoyable.



I had a great time in class and I will miss everyone in it!

Friday, May 5, 2017

Word Count Wednesday 4/26


Word Count Wednesday



What am I working on?

Currently working on the drama scene. I have a solid outline and plan to finish it over the weekend. Also working on a short essay for an illustration class about an illustrator who helped influence me.



Total Word Count?

Not sure of the word count but I have about four pages between both papers.



How do I feel about the process?

It’s going okay. I think having a plan and an outline will be more helpful in getting my point across.



What am I reading now?

Random click bait on the internet, I also read a little bit about Norman Rockwell for the paper I’m writing. My family and I went and saw the new Guardians of the Galaxy movie and it helped inspire me a bit on how to write up my dialogue. Hopefully it works out the way I want it to!