Just A Note To Say "Gracias....."

     I'm pretty sure I'm officially a failure as a blogger. It's been over a month since I last posted. However, now that summer is here I hope to be more active in my writings and I will be sharing some of them on here as I deem them fit for public consumption :P I noticed that since my last post I'm almost up to 800 views!!! Thank you everyone for participating in what began as a simple project to see if anyone would pay attention to my attempts at literary creativity :) I wrote several different pieces today but there is one I would especially like to share. This was inspired by one of my friends who is also an addict of the verbal variety. She is also an admirable woman of God and, through this following of the only worthy pursuit, has helped keep me focused on using my talents for the glory of God.
     And without any further stalling, I present my piece:

Gracias por su dedicacion

I've been following all your works

And they've been putting I to shame

I realize in my lack of progress

I've only I to blame

Continually wishing all these talents

Would bring I gold and fame

But even through I's feats

The results all seemed the same

Instead of bolstering I's success

It seems I's fortune it did wane

I think you've helped I see the problem

Through your talents I'm more sane

I see now what I've done

By complaining of the rain

I've dethroned the Only One

Who o'er my talents should have reign

He is the Only One

Who my works now should proclaim

I don't even know how they're really mine

When the ability's signed His name

This sense of wonder at my estate

My utter gall to try reclaim

The reins held with hands of might

So powerful, unable to strain

I could go on forever

About His blessings I enslave

But the purpose of this rant 

Is my humility to reclaim

By beseeching you continue 

To inspire me with the grain

The one He gave to you

To bring honor to His stain

     -Armas

3...2...1...SUMMER!!!!!

Heyyyy,
It's been another month since I last posted :-/ I'm doing so horrible at keeping up with this blog. I've been keeping busy with my workouts and tons of homework, thankfully the homework ends in a week! I am so ready for the semester to be over. I actually only have a few minutes to post today so I'll leave you with an acrostic I did a couple weeks ago for creative writing class. Enjoy :)



Blessed beyond measure when my soul you captured
On that morning my life was measured complete
Nothing could recapture that feeling of rapture
Interiors of my heart with your love replete
That was a dream from which I've had to awake
A feeling of pure love I've since woefully faked.
    
     -Armas

Writer's Block = Defeated.

     Okay so we had to write a sestina for creative writing class. I procrastinated till 40 minutes before class like always then cranked out this slightly awkward piece. If you don't know what a sestina is just check out the form outline here http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/5792. I actually really enjoyed putting it together and I didn't really mind out how it turned out. Let me know what you think though :) I'm really glad this semester is getting close to ending but I have to admit I'm going to miss this class, it's really inspired my creativity and forced me to start writing again. I guess I'll just have to get back on some of my old projects now that I'm feeling wordy again! Oh and I passed 700 views!!!! Thank you so much everybody who stops by to read my feeble attempts at authorship! It's very encouraging and makes me feel like there really is an audience out there for my kind of wordplay. Keep stopping by and tell a friend about me! Well do that later, for now just check out the sestina below :)





                                                             A Truly Wounded Heart

Too many poems are written about love

 

 

Pick up a book of poems and in the title always is Desire

Droning on and on about a wish for requital

My brain at this prattling is withering

A constant barrage of sappy heartbreak

And a never-ending stream of longing



Why do we think others wish to hear our longing?

Those ears may be sick of the strains of your love

And then on top you end it with heartbreak?

No person thinks of hearing your complains with desire

In fact I’m positive their hunger for artistic endeavor you’re withering

Their attention is soon lost without hope for requital

 Not to change the subject but how is this ranting causing your requital?

Perhaps you’re throwing at deaf ears these cries of very public longing

And not just our hearts are caused to start withering

But the object of your very vocal love

Perhaps these sounds of your innermost desire

Simply enhance your chances of future heartbreak

 And comparing the sound of a baby crying its heartbreak

Is definitely not improving your odds of requital

And to speak of hungry birds as metaphor for desire?

That will definitely leave your truest in a state of feverish longing

Wondering how she ever did without your brilliant love

Please stop me if my sarcasm becomes a bit too withering



But a flower upon a summer day that starts for lack of water withering

Is not the way to properly express your heartbreak.

But then what do you children even know about true love?

You think a sappy text is some movie-like requital

Your immature little hearts think that lust is really longing

When sexual heat and passion is what really fuels your desire



Ask your old granny what traits belong to true desire

The kind that unfulfilled causes a heart to commence withering

Question your old grampa of what should drive all of your longing

You’ll find that answer will surprise with gentle words he’ll say heartbreak

And not the utmost was the desire for requital

But seeing your half in joy that was fulfillment of real love



So do not bring me your poems of love, to read them I do not desire

If hopes for literary requital you do not wish to see withering

Keep your poems that cause me heartbreak, for the inartistic gaffs of your spoken longing.

     -Armas

Thanks for your support! :)