Introduction to Indept. piece #1 -- I Know Now

“I Know Now” was inspired by Stephen King and Edgar Allen Poe. I also have a cat, Mora, whom I don’t like very much, thus she was decapitated. I always found internal conflict, when one is set upon oneself, to be fascinating. It truly questions the base of human development. The main character in this piece is obviously warring with his mind, which was my main idea. Insanity is compelling in that it affects that one specific person. It’s a defect inside one’s mind, and thus I wanted to internalize that concept in my writing piece. I didn’t want to define “IT”, nor did I want to hint at what the character may do after he goes insane. “IT was creeping, penetrating my skull.” I wasn’t sure what “IT” was, although I may have led the reader to believe “IT” was insanity. I wanted the shadow to be of something, not just the overcast of a lamp or candle, however I, once again, could not decide what it should be of, so I left it up to the reader. “I Know Now” was meant to show internal conflicts and be structured in an unconventional style.

independet piece--i know now

Awake. Before me the dark shadow appeared. Accustomed to it, I had grown. Slowly IT crept into my brain, ingrained IT grew. Growing more and more, until. I knew the dark shadow waited upon me. The shadow peered ahead, no knowledge, no thought apparent. There. It was not to move for that was not the initial purpose. Fearsome. I was not sure how to go about this. IT was creeping, penetrating my skull. Slowly I could feel the madness setting in.

Daylight had come. Last night’s escapades had come to an end. The shadow figure, gone. However, remnants of the madness still lingered in my head, never to leave. I knew I would soon go mad, no denying that, but the driving force behind it was what truly bothered me. My eyes darted from left to right. In the corner of my room I saw the excess of my late night doings. There, on fragments of bones, sat the mutilated head of my cat, Mora. Death was upon me, the insanity was sure to invade my entire body by tonight, but I was not troubled. The only thing that upset me was the whereabouts of Mora’s body. Perhaps I should worry about my doings, but not for now. I only have so long.

Night. I know, the shadow will soon come again. IT has begun to dig deep into my realm of thought. Soon, I will think irrationally and make illogical connection. I wonder, what is to become of me? I suppose I could be joyous in my last few hours, but what to do? I could finish my novel, but what’s the point? Theres no point to anything anymore...
Nevertheless, I perplex myself, for i have the ability to understand the true embodiment of my egocentric incredible self, and yet I do not act boisterously! Aren’t I truly amazing? I have come to the realization of my own demise, and yet I can act serenely towards it. They will miss me. They will miss my genius, my unrecognized potential, they will be sorry for their mockery. Well now.

I will sit here.

I will wait.

I know what I am to do now.

e.e. cummings-the fallen snow

Who knows if the moon's -- e.e.cummings

who knows if the moon's
a balloon,coming out of a keen city
in the sky--filled with pretty people?
(and if you and i should

get into it,
if they
should take me and take you into their balloon,
why then
we'd go up higher with all the pretty people

than houses and steeples and clouds:
go sailing
away and away sailing into a keen
city which nobody's ever visited,where

always
it's
Spring) and everyone's
in love and flowers pick themselves



The fallen snow


But soon will come the snow
if so many people were to meet
(into darkness shall they not venture)
from now this point of no return
the doubt will settle
fallen snow of which we have no control
for will we justify our trip?
I can not tell for now
but soon it will come
(for if it shall not
we will all but perish
in the doom of our soul)
we can not but wait
and shall not submit
our heart into the snow
the fallen snow of yore.

Li-Young Lee-past guidance

To be honored
Finding the past
As if one were not but his self,
But that of the past,
That of whom we must find

One’s identity is buried,
Buried beneath thousands of years
Traced back to wars and trifles
Found only in the core of those,
Those whom want to discover

For guidance into the future
The past must be called upon
To tell the tales of historic mistakes
And mark the new comings

One must understand that the past is present
And present, past
History will repeat
Those who are not knowledgeable
Are doomed to suffer,
The inferior times of yore

For now, let us be
We shall discover our own
When we desire help we will seek
That of which we yearn for
That of which will aid
Us in our journey into the future

Satire- Vonnegut

Well, I can’t wear my pink uggs on Thursday because Regina is going to wear hers. On Friday I want to wear a skirt but I want somebody else to wear one too. Now, obviously I am not going to wear my sneakers, but my ballet flats are totally out of style. I think I’m going to go to the mall and pick up some new ones, but I’m saving up to buy a prada bag. Which reminds me, did you see Crystal’s new sunglasses? She knew that I so wanted to buy them but couldn’t afford them, so she went behind my back and got them anyway! I can not believe it! Shelly agrees with me, we should totally not talk to her for like a day. Speaking of a day, in a day it’s Bridget’s birthday! I’m going to wear that silver strapless with the corset backing, I look so hot! But what is going to make it even more dramatic is the fact that she didn’t invite Crystal. She’s been bitching about her boyfriend, the really ugly one, and nobody can stand it. So we’ve decided to just leave her out of everything. We’re not going to tell her, of course, instead we’re going to let her figure it out herself. Oh and by the way I’m thinking of crash dieting just so I can drop 5 pounds fast. I really want to. Now I know that you know that it’s not safe, but I don’t care. Bathing suit season people!! Now although I’ll never admit it, I kind of like my friend’s boyfriend. It’s not that he’s sweet or sensitive or anything, but rather, he’s just really cute. I’m sure I could get a boyfriend in an instant, but I just really want this one. Yeah, so I’ve just figured that I’ll do whatever I want, you know.

hug not drugs

c'mon people be cool
hugs, not drugs guys.



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