Entry 2: Being Alone Makes Me Weird (8/15/2016)

Hello again,


   So today has been strange. Its my second day living here on campus and i've spent the day trying to get some random things done.This morning, after shaking off sickness and thoughts of misery, i waited at my dorm's bust stop for about an hour. Once the bus services started working i was able to get to the student center and find my ATM. I got $20 dollars and went back to my dorm but then found out that the change maker in the laundry room wasn't working...great. Since the swipe card system isn't working either i still can't do laundry (I still have some clean close but its still frustrating).


   Right now I'm just wasting time until i have to go to a mandatory resident orientation that's being held on the other side of campus. Needless to say i'm not thrilled about it...


I was also able to join a creative writing group which i'm really happy about! I'm sure that will help make me some friends since right now my only friend is my computer.

Waking up with lungs full of ink

Spitting lines until i start to sink

Deeper into those ivory pages

Deeper into those hypocritical rages

Singing softly those songs we wrote

Flashbacks ringing on each floating note

I shut my eyes and fade into the black

Waiting in the dark for you to come back


I'm starting to realize that college isn't what i thought it would be...I know its my second day but last night my whole dorm was out partying and getting drunk while i sat in the dark and stared at a screen. Am I a loser? Am i stuck in a social class filled with overweight, boring, useless guys who pretend to have everything under control?

It’s hard to live a lie when the tables turn

Hard to play this fiddle as Rome burns

Hard to look into those crying eyes

Hard to breath through pained sighs

It’s hard to let them all know how i feel

Hard to break that fragile seal

Hard to shout, hard to speak

Hard to breath with lungs so weak

It’s hard to bend and never break

Hard to drown in this ink filled lake

Hard to close my eyes and think of it all

But it’s so easy to give up and fall

So on day two (Sorry about how random this blog is by the way) i have a short list of things ive already learned from my "Auburn College Experience".

1. High-school doesn't end... people are still ass holes

2. If you had poor self image before it doesn't get better

3. Not having a friend or group really sucks

4. You are expected to walk a mile to get something simple (Like change for a 20 dollar bill)

5. Using the bathroom when you share it with other people is weird...
6. Privacy is a luxury

I can also say that I know why college suicide happens. It is very easy to feel isolated and humiliated over nothing here. I know things will get better (or at least i hope they do). I just hope your day is going better than mine... 

That crystal moon has mocked these weary eyes

And leaked from its heavenly perch a violent storm

Of rosemary and amber across that canvassed sky

Falling below that crested smile and leaving us warm

I used to pray for its return in the days of my youth

Shrinking into my hell as i gazed upon the wall

Until one day it arose too early and i learned the truth

That with a heavy heart the poet does fall

Here's a question for you:

1. How do you deal with stress?

2. How do you make friends without seeming weird?

Entry 1: Getting Started (8/14/2016)

 Hello,


   My name is Logan. I am a poet. To label myself as a poet at only 18 years old seems arrogant, I know. You will soon learn that my spelling and grammar are...well....spell checker is a close friend. Nevertheless, I am a poet. I have been writing poetry for a few years now and have several books completed on a website known as wattpad.com . You can find my page at:  Click this for my page <3.

  Anyways, I am very new to blogging but since this is my first day at Auburn University I thought it may be nice to start a blog to post poetry, talk about my journey, and explain my poetry to any who are interested.


 So, how was my first day? Well, i'm currently in my room, alone, working on a blog while my whole dorm is out partying and my roommate is busy. Luckily, my roommate is really great. I just wish i had someone to talk to...


Anyways, I did have a decent day. I went for a walk, bought groceries, took a shower, and drank coffee...ok, maybe my day sucked...

ENOUGH OF MY SOB STORY AM I RIGHT!? Instead, lets talk about poetry!

I have tossed and turned beneath the sheets of the oblivion

That so shrouds that peeking dawn before my eyes

Cracking and crumbling from that daunting division

As bated breath halts when fire dies

Oh how pain has tattooed my fate beneath my lids

And portrayed demise as relief of depredation

That macabre song soother my slumber as a kid

But now stands like an ivory wall of divine initiation

These words mean nothing to those who know not my name

Briskly walking past with eyes focused on that selfish prize

But i dare not throw in my hate, i do not play their wicked game

I simply stay in this dark room, and close these weary eyes.

So, while this isn't my best work it was what i did today while other students were making friends. Honestly the meaning of this piece even eludes me. It was written from a combination of the thoughts "If every day I feel lonely and sad, why would i want to continue it?" and "I am a bad poet"

Ok, I know i said enough with the sob story so let me find another poem i wrote today! :D

Dusk has lifted its ethereal wings

And brought forth the blackest of nights

Through that coal the sirens sing

And extinguish all of fire’s light

So sang the ink upon that page

That taunts the weak and strong alike

Filling the gentle with irreconcilable rage

And spreading like a seiche

We, the forgotten are the dusk

Those who hide beneath the flame

Left a festering and decrepit husk

Angels among demons, all the same

Woops... Well! This one isn't as sad! The main idea here was a spin on the balances of light and dark in literature as well as the old saying "THE PEN IS MIGHTIER THAN THE SHWOOOORD"



...At least i think it was....




ANYWAFFLES! I hope you enjoyed my miserable attempt at blogging and if you enjoyed my poetry go read more on wattpad! (I will love you forever)






HERE'S A QUESTION FOR YOU:


1. What is the best movie name you can think of for a moose who fights crime in space?

2. What is your favorite two foods to mix? (Bonus points for creativity)