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)