Friday, July 21, 2017

My Best Poems

     Hello my freaks and geeks, my name is Ella and I'm secretly a romanic sap who cried when I watched Inside Out. There, now you know. Today I'll be sharing my best poems from my poetry "collection" (which you can read on my figment) called "Paint Splatters". I never wrote poetry until this year seriously. Of course, I did write your token ego adolescent poems, but lets not dwell on that for long. I'll also be sharing a little bit of my thought processing behind each poem, to add a lil' extra bedazzle. (I drank way to much coffee this morning, excuse the awkward-ness)

Paint Splatters

I would paint you the whole world 
In thick paint strokes of vibrant swirls 
I would paint the skies in hues of cotton candy pink, sugars melting in your mouth 
I would paint the sun a cherry red that you could pluck up and bite, juice trickling down your chin 
I would paint the waters sunny yellows to sip on, like sour lemonade in summer days 
The grass and Earth would be thick shades of blue, like your eyes 
Stormy and dark, and misty and deep 
I think of painting for you whenever I sleep

This is by far my favorite poem I've ever written, and it inspired me to write "Paint Splatters". Honestly, I had no inspiration for this. I literally wrote this sitting in the hotel bathroom. Hey, this just goes to show that you can wax poetical wherever the heck you want, man. Just go for it.

Oftentimes


Oftentimes 
I fill the sailboat with buckets of water 
Not enough to make it sink 
Just enough to make it want to sink


Oftentimes 
My subconscious whispers cruel little things 
Not enough to make me cry 
Just enough to make me want to cry


Oftentimes 
I imagine what would happen if I stopped 
Not enough to make the pain stop 
Just enough to make it want to stop


Oftentimes 
I dust those childish thoughts away again 
Not enough to get rid of them 
Just enough to remind myself,


I've become accustomed to the damp

This one isn't my favorite, but the last line is one of my favorite endings, thus landing it a position into my favorites. I guess I was just trying to explain what it felt like to never be drowning, but just to constantly be a damp sort of numb. When nothing's really going right or wrong, but you just feel numb. Or maybe I just accidentally stepped into a puddle. It's up to you to decide.

The Sky was Just Blue

One day I woke up and the sky was just blue 
And I thought it was absolutely stunning that the 
Refraction of light in our sky made such a pretty hue


It is so light and yet it weighs me down enough 
To keep me on this earth with such a bold sky 
Clouds are cotton candy in delicious puffs


The blue, blue sky keeps me here, the atmosphere 
Disappear but you won't see the blue sky 
And the sounds of birds singing is the loveliest thing you'll ever hear


One day I woke up and the sky was just blue 
My sky is blue, not gray, not green, not black 
And I remembered this earth was beautiful and I flew

And every time I am sad and scared and alone 

I say my sky is blue and it is my home.

Now this poem is definitely one of my best. It reads more as a spoken word, but I still love it to death. The inspiration for this was just about appreciating how beautiful the world is. Honestly, the world sucks sometimes, but it's such a marvel that it even exists. Do you even realize how unique and how much of a miracle it is that our sky is just blue? Our world is so amazing that the refraction of light literally creates the prettiest color.

Quirky Little Townhouses


I used to live next to a big city.
I wish I could say it was pretty,
it was nitty-gritty and people had exotic food.
I lived in a sparse little desert of concrete
and dead grass.
It was neither city nor country
Incomplete.
Streets of slick sheets
of white, sparkling, snow in the winter.
I miss the snow.
The flakes would drift softly and the
wind would blow, and oh!
We'd drink hot chocolate, burning our tongue in our
quirky little townhouse.
Three stories of pure unusual
That two small kids went to such a small school
We never had a swimming pool,
where the air was cool in our
quirky little townhouse.
I drove by it the other day
on vacation with my family.
Everything looked the same
except we didn't see my family.
We stopped by and appreciated
all the fond memories.
All the sledding and the friends
and riding our bike in the
Church parking lot
(funny story, really, we almost
died, nearly)
How it was never hot
like it is now.
The house is someone else's now
The playground we no longer run
(like a pack of hyenas, might I add
laughing until we fell off of swings)
Sometimes I miss things but
I've moved off of that street, and houses are houses
they are not me.
But I know I miss the snow
and the small school
and kind people
and the city and the
quirky little townhouses.

Another one that reads more like a spoken word poem. This one is about revisiting my childhood home near a city and all that good ol' nostalgia that hit me. This one was just so much fun to write, and I honestly think it's my second favorite out of all of them.

An Angry Ode to Words, or Rhyming is Hard

words, words, words
sometimes you flow through me
other times you swear profusely
more often you stutter and trip and we tumble over foolishly
words, words, words
sometimes you hold great meaning
other times you leave me screaming
more often you just stay inside and I just let you do the thinking
words, words, words
sometimes you're just a whisper
other times a painful --- opposite of whisper (Nothing rhymes with whisper)
Oh my gosh I hate you why did i decide on whisper this is why you suck
words, words, words
I'm not known for gifted wordplay
for always knowing what to say
For writing with great grace and poise
For rhyming with --- yeah, whatever, I'm just going to move on.
But in the end no matter what occurs (WHISPER)
You're still a way to make me heard.

Other times a painful resistor? Mister? WHIMPER! Simper?!
I hate words.

words, words, words

Ok, this one is obviously a joke. I just felt like including it because poetry doesn't always have to be depressing. Also I just like it. Don't judge me, I'm hilarious. I like the beginning. Do I really need to explain what inspired me here? 

So those were my best works of poetry, but I have fourteen poems so far in the collection. Some almost made it to this list, others...well, I'm not really sure why I haven't deleted them yet. My "collection" is really just a random jumble of ideas that I've put together into one little collection. If you've always wanted to try writing poetry, but have been to scared to, just go for it. The first poetry I ever wrote sucked. It will suck at first, but if you keep working at it, eventually you will improve. Insert motivational things here.

Anyways, that's all I have for today.



-Ella
 


Friday, July 7, 2017

My Top Ten Favorite Books

     Hello my freaks and geeks, my name is Ella, and today I'm going to be telling you my top ten book recommendations that my friends have grown tired of hearing me constantly praise. It was so hard to choose the books that made the list. Don't even get me started on the order! But in the end, these are the first books I would save in a fire. This list does not contain Harry Potter, because it's Harry Potter. Obviously I love it, it's universal. So here it is: my top ten favorite books.

1o. Coraline, Neil Gaiman

Ah, Coraline, giving children nightmare's for years. Coraline was one of my favorite books during 6-7th grade, and I think it's twisted little world deserved a place on this list.

9. It Ain't so Awful Falafel, Firoozeh Dumas

This is an incredibly cute, heart-wrenching book about the Iranian Hostage Crisis from the perspective of an Iranian American girl living in America. This book was adorable and I screamed at lot at some of the characters in this book because of reasons

8. The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie, Alan Bradley

Are you the kind of person that enjoys poisons, chemistry, and fantasizing about their own funeral? Then you might relate to the main character of this book. 11 year old Flavia De Luce is like the kick arse, scientific, crime fighting, Wednesday Addams of the literary world, and if that doesn't interest you- well, why are you even here? Join Flavia as she solves murders and wins my heart by being depressingly hysterical.

7. Icefall, Matthew J. Kirby

Icefall is the one book that I could reread forever. This book is so important to me. Even though it's a middle grade novel, I still read it today, and it's still one of the best books that I've ever read. I had such a hard time not putting this book higher on the list. Solveig is the best main character I've ever watched develop, honest to God. I reread this book like, every other week. It has goats, betrayal, bards, stories, berserkers, ravens, and wolves. So basically everything anyone could need!

6. The Screaming Staircase, Jonathan Stroud

The Screaming Staircase was originally going to be my fifth favorite book, but it was bumped out last second. This book is incredibly thrilling, the premise is fantastic, the characters are lovely, and it had me hanging on to every word. The Lockwood & Co series still stands to be one of my top favorite series I've ever read. 

5. The Demon King, Cinda Williams Chima

This book series has been my life for the past year. The plot and the characters are amazing, and the action and romance are to die for. The world Chima builds is fantastic, and the slow burning romances are even better! Raisa and Han are intriguing and well thought out protagonists and two of my favorite characters. I aspire to write a fantasy novel as well as Mrs.Chima. 

4. And Then There Were None, Agatha Christie

If you've searched your whole life for a dark, murderous, and truly baffling murder mystery, look no further than the queen of the genre. This book is dark, gritty, and people drop like bees, err, I mean flies. You will have no idea what the hell is going on the entire time, and honestly, all the murder is pretty refreshing. 

3. Popular, Maya VanWagenen

If you're a socially awkward weirdo like me, then you will definitely enjoy Maya's witty, clever memoir about her experiment in Eighth grade. Maya is a young author, too, so support her! Honestly, this book has gotten me through confidence issues, and has made me realize a whole lot of stuff about myself I didn't even know. I reread this book all the time. Popular is about Maya's decision to follow a book written about popularity from the 50's-clothes, makeup, and all. Her voice is hilarious, honest, and so beautiful. If you've ever felt like an outcast, a nerd, or a freak, you should read Popular.

2. The Memory of Light, Francisco X. Stork

This is my favorite book that was written about mental illness. It's my number one recommendation to anyone struggling with depression or anyone who's been going through rough times. I feel like this book is life changing. The story is about a girl who wakes up in a mental hospital after attempting suicide. This book has a diverse and intriguing cast of characters, and I recommend this book to everyone I meet.

1. The Book Thief, Markus Zusak

And coming in at number one, the only book that has ever managed to make me cry. Told from the perspective of death during World War II, this book is about a girl named Leisel and her friends and family in a Heaven that's not quite Heaven. This book is beautiful, heart wrenching, and yes, I did sob like a baby. I can't describe how beautifully written or fantastic this book is. You just have to read it to understand.

And that's my list of my top ten favorite books at the moment. You should read all of them, they're fantastic. Just read it.

-Ella


All images are from Goodreads or were free for use.


Tuesday, July 4, 2017

Knees are Weak, Palms are Sweaty, Gotta get that Novel Ready

     Happy fourth of July! And happy camping! Oh yes, you know what that means...
CAMP NANOWRIMO
!!!!!
     Guess who's writing this instead of writing their novel? If you guessed me, you would be correct! This year I'm aiming for 35,000 instead of 50,000 words, because I'm leaving Monday for camp. Are  you guys also killing yourselves trying to bang out 5,000 words a day? I'm also working on two other books at the same time on Figment. I do (hopefully) plan on finishing and (HOPEFULLY) publishing at least one of them in maybe a year or two. 
     Anyways, I hope you have a great fourth of July, finish your word goals, and happy camping. I only made this post because of the title, you're welcome.

-Ella

Monday, July 3, 2017

Your Art is Your Art

     Hello my freaks and geeks, my name is Ella and today we're going to be talking about art. I love to draw. I doodle everywhere. My math notes, brown paper bags, myself; hell, I even doodled on the notes for this post. I love art. I love looking at it, I love making it, I think about it a lot. Most of my hobbies fall into the "Arts" category. Today, for conenience, I'll be referring to drawing as our form of art.
     It kills the essence of everything that art is when people claim they don't make art. Anyone can make art. Examples of art people make:
  • Doodles in your math notes instead of paying attention
  • Collages
  • That 25 page fan fiction you write when you were 12
  • Wearing clothes is an art(And refusing to do so is illegal,so...)
  • That song or poem you wrote at 2AM
  • The scarf you knitted for your Aunt
  • Making dumb, silly voices and faces
  • Making jokes
     Anything YOU make and enjoyed making is art.

     "But Ella, I can only draw stick figures! I'm just not an artist! I'm much more logical,"
     If this is what applies to you, go back and read the previous list. If you can't don't think any of the examples there apply to you (I hope, at least, the clothes one does-unless your a nudist) then we need to look closer.
The definition of art is this:

Art, noun. Works produced by human creative skill and imagination.

     Going off the definition of art, I can prove that both math and science are arts of their own (Technically, going by that definition, taking a crap is art but whatever). After all, how much creativity and imagination invented the first car? To put man on the moon? "How about your cellphone? What about even the very concept of mathematics?
     Anything that humans can imagine or create is art. It doesn't matter whether you draw realism, make collages, or draw cartoons. It doesn't matter whether you rap or sing opera. It doesn't matter if you write about wizards or sexy teenaged vampires. Everything I just listed is art.
     You may not think your an artist, but if you take time to think, really, really think hard- you're already one, because that's all that it requires. The moral of this story is that your art is your art. You've made it, it's your own, and it's beautiful. No one can take that away from you, not even yourself.
     I hope you enjoyed me typing the word "art" roughly about 20 times throughout this post. I hope you'll create something, and make some art, people!

-Ella

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     Hello freaks and geeks, my name's Ella and this is my blog about all things creative. I love writing, acting, drawing, singing, and writing music as well as being incredibly suave and witty whilst doing so*. This is a blog dedicated to all my creative endeavors that will hopefully help connect and inspire my fellow young writers and creative folk. I hope you'll have a blast and enjoy Interplanetary Party!



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My Best Poems

     Hello my freaks and geeks, my name is Ella and I'm secretly a romanic sap who cried when I watched Inside Out. There, now you know....