Poetry

Well lately I have been writing alot of poems, mainly for the reason that they are simple. A simple poem can inspire people the same way a good novel can. Sometimes I've been turning my poems into songs, and my rock band plays them. Poems are a different medium to experiment with.


The Story of a Poem (Narrative Poem)


Prepared to ridicule himself, this fool
Is guarded against the jibes
Of those he thinks less inclined to self-criticism.
How then is he to gauge his faults
And turn them into something worthwhile?

How can he define his foolishness
If uncertain as to the extent of his limitations?
How can he begin to accept the advice of others -
'Go jump! ' 'Take a good hard look at yourself! ' 'Grow up! ' -
If he isn't prepared to be objective?

Unprepared to accept objectivity as objective
'I know what I know', he spouts
Ill-mannered, inconsiderate and obstinate.
How is he to assume the more demanding role
Of the one being spoken to?

No words, it seems,
Can convince him of his stupidity.
No words, that is,
Except his own.
Um.... ah.... um.... a poem takes form.

Ironically, loneliness is his theme
Nothing else can say what he wants to say.
Happiest is he, when miserable
Exposing his misery for all the world to see.
No one, it seems, is quite as miserable as he.

He takes care not to say too much
In case,
To make his point
He admits (in the mode of a tragic figure)
That there is nothing to say.

Logically, 'there is nothing to say' explains
His actions
Although failing to describe
What bothers him.
It seems that that can only be other people.

In them, real feelings express themselves
And a challenge presents itself for him to understand them
No matter
It is they not understanding him
That concerns me.

As querulous as it may sound
It is their obsession with 'reality'
That he objects to.
No amount of persuasion can convince them
That his feelings are real.

'Such as absurd notion demands an explanation'
He hears them say, but he is only prepared
To go on dreaming -
Observing others observing him
Observing them.

His sincerity
Isn't expressed in conventional terms.
Unbeknownst to them, he cares
And unknowingly they add to his suffering
As they refuse to acknowledge his feelings.

His suffering -
A product of a trivial pursuit
For universal meanings -
Is compounded by those who think him
Lacking.

***

Lacking in those human qualities
He most desires
He turns to someone, who,
Without her knowing,
Possesses them for him.

Kindly, she admits him -
Herself lacking the assurance
To comprehend the extent of his need.
She feels for him
As one would a child, an innocent, a poet.

His feelings exist in her eyes,
And his failings form
His 'uniqueness' -
A reason
For loving him.

Sufficent reason, in itself,
For him to love her.
Nevertheless he feels
An even greater need
To justify his feelings.

Their differences,
His reliance on her
And, equally,
Hers on him
Need explaining.

As others see it
Their differences contain the germs of disunity,
And in their interdependence, signs of submission.
Again they see things in 'real terms'
Neglecting to take into account the power of the imagination.

She isn't what she appears to be
Her beauty transcends experience
With all pain absorbed in her -
He shares in her happiness
And is privy to her sensitivity.

She instills in him a new faith,
Another reason to write -
A belief in humanity.
This is what he must explain
To those who think him foolish.

But he remains aloof
Barred by a certain quirk in his character -
Whenever he tries to be serious
He gives the impression
Of being insincere.

When he tries to explain his feelings
It's as if he is the one
Who needs to be convinced -
His new found faith seems void
Without someone else to believe it.

Yet people want to listen
And give him the chance he's been looking for -
The chance to prove himself to them.
They're not heartless,
And would rather not judge anyone unfairly.

The truth is, however,
That he is such a fool
That he needs to hear his own words
From someone else's mouth
Before he can believe them.

I've Been Away..

My internet has been basically as screwed as Mia in Princess Mia by Meg Cabot. I love Meg Cabot, and I have been reading her books since I was nine. I've learnt about things I probably shouldn't have when other girls my age were riding bicycles and drawing cats. I've always been different. But yeah, my internet sucks. I wanted to try Mobile Blogging, but my cellphone is about as dumb as... these stupid similies.

Get my drift?

Anyways, it's bad enough I don't even live in the U.S, which adds to my dumb you-can't-mobile-blog-from-your-phone situation. So, I must live with what I have... and go chill at an internet cafe or something.

Speaking of Meg Cabot, her new book Airhead is coming out on May 13. I am so excited. Seriously, I've become almost as obsessive with writing fan fiction for this novel, than I am for hisgoldeneyes.com. Which, I may add, has the update on Twilight The Movie information 24/7.
For example, THE TWILIGHT TEASER WILL BE BEFORE THE MOVIE SPEED RACER!

Which is reason enough to go, for me at least.

Signed, Reading Roxanne

The Host

Some writers say they cannot read while they are writing books, because they get the plot lines messed up. I, am not one of them. I'm extremely excited for THE HOST by Stephenie Meyer. AKA: Author of the Twilight Saga.. my favourite books.

Melanie Stryder refuses to fade away.

Our world has been invaded by an unseen enemy. Humans become hosts for these invaders, their minds taken over while their bodies remain intact and continue their lives apparently unchanged. Most of humanity has succumbed.

When Melanie, one of the few remaining "wild" humans is captured, she is certain it is her end. Wanderer, the invading "soul" who has been given Melanie's body, was warned about the challenges of living inside a human: the overwhelming emotions, the glut of senses, the too vivid memories. But there was one difficulty Wanderer didn't expect: the former tenant of her body refusing to relinquish possession of her mind.

Wanderer probes Melanie's thoughts, hoping to discover the whereabouts of the remaining human resistance. Instead, Melanie fills Wanderer's mind with visions of the man Melanie loves—Jared, a human who still lives in hiding. Unable to separate herself from her body's desires, Wanderer begins to yearn for a man she has been tasked with exposing. When outside forces make Wanderer and Melanie unwilling allies, they set off on a dangerous and uncertain search for the man they both love.

I'm so excited, I am re-reading Eclipse. Again. Out of all of the Saga, Twilight is my favourite, then Eclipse, then New Moon. Team Edward, all the way, man.

Books are amazing.

Signed, Reading Roxanne.

ywriter 4 .. AMAZING.

Sorry it's been so late. I am seriously obsessed with finishing my book.

WORD COUNT: 9610 ...

I don't have much to write, except I read The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold... and it was AMAZING. Like seriously. I almost cried.

A young girl who was brutally raped and murdered, watches the effects of her death on her family from Heaven, as her parents drift apart, her father becomes obsessed with vengeance and her sister grows into the woman she would never be.



And the best part, is they are in post-production for the movie!

Well, I'm off to make coffee and write. I can't sleep.

Signed, Reading Roxanne.

Happy Birthday to You

Today is my birthday, and guess what I asked for? BOOKS. From everywhere. My friends & family bought me books, and for spending my birthday money? On used books with Alice.

My book is going well, I changed my main character from Fortney. I actually don't like that name, at all. Fortney. Yuck.

Well, I'm off.
Birthday bumps are straight ahead.

Love, Reading Roxanne

Shopaholic Takes Manhattan.. Early

So they are making a Shopaholic movie.. except it is set in New York. I don't see how they can do that, since it's a big thing that Becky MOVES to New York in the second book. Plus, Britain is just.. it! It is supposed to be in Britain.

This is devestating. I didn't even know till I watched StarDaily. Or I think that was what I watched. Now, I'm outie. I got Twilight back!

Signed, Reading Roxanne

Misogynistic

misogynistic - hatred or distrust of women.

Well, it's been a whole .. four days since I have written. Wow, it feels like a month. I have actually had a social life.. can you believe it? For the past two weeks I have been trapped like a caged monkey (but on my own free will of course) and now, people are coming to see ME.


I had the experience of entering my first tattoo parlor last night, and let me tell you, it was different. This made me think of an exercise. What kind of character could you make that was the exact opposite of you?

If you make this character nice, does that mean you are mean? Does that mean your character thinks she is nice? If you have low self-esteem, does she have high, since you think you are mean, and she is vice-versa? What character traits would you have in an alternate universe? How could you make a story from that?

I finally recieved my copy of Twilight back from my friend, thankfully. She just got the experience of a lifetime, the guy she has fallen in love with for the past year, kissed her. Finally, I say, since this sexual tension between them was anything but misogynistic.

Back to Twilight.

Signed, Reading Roxanne.

I Want My Copy Of Twilight, Please.

My friend has hijacked my copy of Twilight. I lent it to her last week, ON A TUESDAY, like today is.. & she is still not done. What is this world coming to?

I am going a little crazy, because I read novels like this - TWILIGHT, NEW MOON, ECLIPSE, TWILIGHT, NEW MOON, ECLIPSE .. how am I supposed to do that if I don't have Twilight?

Gabe and Rena are fine.. so don't worry. They were faking it? I don't actually know much, but I do know that I NEED MY COPY OF TWILIGHT.

So until then, I am going a little mad. I kept telling my friend, READ IT ALREADY! But she won't.

"Not all of us are fast readers like you Roxanne.." she says.

"Well maybe if you took a little time YOU COULD FINISH IT." I say. Because really, I think she NEEDS TO GIVE IT BACK. TWILIGHT IS LIKE.. MY BOYFRIEND.

WHY WOULD SHE TAKE MY BOYFRIEND?

Anyways.. I need to find a new book to read until I get Twilight back. So last night I took a turn in reading Meg Cabot's Size 12 Is Not Fat.

HEATHER WELLS ROCKS!
Or, at least, she did. That was before she left the pop-idol life behind after she gained a dress size or two—and lost a boyfriend, a recording contract, and her life savings (when Mom took the money and ran off to Argentina). Now that the glamour and glory days of endless mall appearances are in the past, Heather's perfectly happy with her new size 12 shape (the average for the American woman!) and her new job as an assistant dorm director at one of New York's top colleges. That is, until the dead body of a female student from Heather's residence hall is discovered at the bottom of an elevator shaft. The cops and the college president are ready to chalk the death off as an accident, the result of reckless youthful mischief. But Heather knows teenage girls . . . and girls do not elevator surf. Yet no one wants to listen—not the police, her colleagues, or the P.I. who owns the brownstone where she lives—even when more students start turning up dead in equally ordinary and subtly sinister ways. So Heather makes the decision to take on yet another new career: as spunky girl detective! But her new job comes with few benefits, no cheering crowds, and lots of liabilities, some of them potentially fatal. And nothing ticks off a killer more than a portly ex-pop star who's sticking her nose where it doesn't belong . . .

It was good, too. After that, I tried to read Confessions of a Shopaholic. But I knew I had to work on my own novel, and all this present-tense was distracting me. So, I buckled down and wrote a bit.. but not much.

I'm too lazy for my own good, but that was because Say Anything was on last night. It's one of my favourite movies! (=

Signed, Reading Roxanne.