collections; new and old

Ok, so small update on me: I've given up looking for a prom date. I'm going with Emily and that's all there is to it. And I'm actually happy with that. Really happy. :)

So, anyway, I've always loved poetry in a sense, and I'll have to admit that since right now we're analyzing poetry in AP 4 I'm actually kind of enjoying it. anyway, I made this one last night since we got 7 INCHES of SNOW!! It rather inspired me to write this. Oh, and I don't think it has a title yet, so if you can come up with one please share :)

snow...such magical qualities.
loud silence
continuous
undisturbed
such a smooth expanse of
numerous crystals, sparkling and
clinging, soft and stinging.
eraser of identities, definer of entities.
solid liquid, enrapturing, capturing
not an ounce absorbed of the red-tinged
night.
like a wild dance, he and the wind
that brushes the thin cold branches.
that which is created of dismal cold
nurtures the glowing warmth.
loudly silent
His clever interweaving of geometric
wonders in a simple monotonous design,
each one important to the next
qualities...magical
such snow.

ok, so there's that one. and this one I thought some would like because it's about what we all love to hear every once in a while.

The divine bliss...pure joy. Nothing sweeter than the lyrical sound of string against string, wind perfecting tone, ivory and vibration.
In the dar haze of the stage lights I see the glint and sparkle of brass and silver held cooly by crisp white shirts and red bowties.
I catch the rustle of black dresses in the shadows and darkness of the curtains; two performers of art anxiously awaiting...
The lights dim and the rooms grows silent. Then, a sudden explosion of boisterous energy erupts as our star comes forth, bringing a new masterpiece to be presented. Her rich cascade of notes and vibrato soar to the ceiling along with the band's sharp accompaniment.
Her attire, more brilliant than diamonds, as if all the stars in the universe were sewn and pulled together with one silver thread. With a large, dazzling pendant at her throat and tower of shining curls upon her head.
This mistress of language, one known communication that links the nations afar. With just two syllables, the very mention of its name can wake the people of now and then... what is it?
Music.
created November/December 2005

well, there it is. If you do read this then thank you so much and I hope it inspires you. If I think of any other good ones to put up then I certainly will. God bless and enjoy the wonderous snow snow snow snow snow!!! :D
Love♥