Unpredictable
October rains force me to
pack an umbrella
Unpredictable
October rains force me to
pack an umbrella
Squirrels everywhere–
on sidewalks, trees and fences
–like woodland ninjas.
Bodies thrash about
like spiders, serpents, or sharks
–gesticulation.
Half-Moon
I walked home alone
but then I noticed something,
the moon followed me.
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Day Off (Second Haiku)
Another Haiku?
Come on, this is our day off!
Can’t we just relax?
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Counting Syllables
Counting Syllables
is a daily occurrence–
when you write Haikus.
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Simple
Once upon a time,
I wrote a simple haiku.
This is that haiku.
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Autumn Leaves
Do trees choose to change?
Or is it something they must do?
It’s a mystery.
Do trees choose to change?
Or is it something they must do?
It’s a mystery.
Once upon a time,
I wrote a simple haiku.
This is that haiku.
“A Prayer for Owen Meany” by John Irving is a novel that covers a range of human emotion. “Meany” is able to seamlessly make readers cry and laugh. What I liked enjoyed most was the book’s very memorable dark humor. The titular character of the novel, Owen Meany, is a stubborn and high-pitched short-person that believes himself to be the “instrument of God.” Owen talks in all capital letters (LIKE THIS THROUGHOUT THE BOOK), which I believe really gives you an idea of Irving unique writing style.
The book features the exploits of Owen and his best friend John. Because Owen is short and has a very high-pitched voice, he gets into some really interesting and awkward situations. The book is also permeated with more mature concepts: religious motifs and critiques of American society’s morals saturate the story. Despite containing such powerful and polarizing topics, “A Prayer for Owen Meany” remains enjoyable because of its ironic and comedic moments.
Note: I was supposed to go to the Visual Arts Museum near Baruch, but had to study for Pre-Calculus today. Hopefully, I’ll visit the museum within a week of this post.
Counting Syllables
is a daily occurrence–
when you write Haikus.
Another Haiku?
Come on, this is our day off!
Can’t we just relax?
I walked home alone
but then I noticed something,
the moon followed me.
I hadn’t stopped to admire Grand Central’s ambience until one day I noticed some people taking pictures of the ceiling. Thinking it was something out of the ordinary, I looked up. This was when I realized how majestic Grand Central’s Main Concourse is. If you’re every there, you’ll probably be rushing to catch a train. But if you have some time, take a second to look up and admire the art.
The front of my backpack reminds me of a Transformer. I think its because of the medical cross that the Autobot Ratchet had ( if anyone here watched the old transformer cartoons).
Note: For some reason I can’t flip my images on the blog. I’ll rotate all my pictures as soon as it becomes possible.
Action movies rarely cause you to think. Sure, you may be on the edge of your seat wondering when the next explosion will light the screen but what was the last action movie that pulled at your heartstrings and challenged your intellect? What was the last movie that confused you—in a good way? “Inception” does all this and more. Continue reading
If only all sheep wore colorful wool sweaters.