Dum Spiro Spero- While I breathe, I hope.
I know that Latin is a dead Roman language, but it's still a form of writing and to me the meaning behind a certain Latin phrase "Dum Spiro Spero" really jumps out at me. Dum Spiro Spero, which means "While I breathe, I hope." Or another interpretation is "As long as I breathe, I hope." I choose this phrase, because of the stories it holds and why this phrase is significant to a demographic. This phrase hold significance to a certain demographics which are the people in the south, more specifically African American in the south. The phrase Dum Spiro Spero is a state motto for South Carolina, adopted in 1776, the motto is form as part of official great seal.
I just find that Dum Spiro Spero holds so much meaning to me, because I tend to depend on Hope to get me through life. This phrase reminds me how writing in any language can exert some kind of creativity and motivation/inspiration. If you speak a different language, just think of writings or phrases that are creative and motivates you to do something about your life or how it effects your life. That's what makes creative writing so important, because its influential, motivational, and inspirational.
Monday, October 31, 2011
Sunday, October 30, 2011
what I want to do with my writing?
what I want to do with my writing?
The question of what do I want to do with my creative writing? Well, like I stated on my previous post, I would love to perform at a poetry slam and express what I kept inside me for all these years. That is one step I will love to take when I have the free time to keep up with my writing. For the time being, I am trying to balance full time work and full time school, because I need to support my family financially. So, this step is going to have a roadblock for now, but eventually I'll get pass these roadblocks and complete this step of performing my poems.
Performing my poem is one step of mine, but I'm also planning on collecting all my poems that I have written throughout the years and publish them. I'm doing this, because I want to have people read my writings and acknowledge the fact that writing is not just an assignment or a chore to some people, but it can be fun and inspiring. Besides having people read my writing and acknowledge that writing is not a daunting task, but something fun, I want people to feel the different emotions I express in my writings.
My emotions are something that reinforces my writings, because writing with no substance is stale and mundane. I want my readers to feel the times I was at my lowest in my life and the joyful times I had when my little sister was born. So, those are some of the solutions I have came up with for the question that I have ask myself, but there are more solutions that are awaiting me in the near future.
The question of what do I want to do with my creative writing? Well, like I stated on my previous post, I would love to perform at a poetry slam and express what I kept inside me for all these years. That is one step I will love to take when I have the free time to keep up with my writing. For the time being, I am trying to balance full time work and full time school, because I need to support my family financially. So, this step is going to have a roadblock for now, but eventually I'll get pass these roadblocks and complete this step of performing my poems.
Performing my poem is one step of mine, but I'm also planning on collecting all my poems that I have written throughout the years and publish them. I'm doing this, because I want to have people read my writings and acknowledge the fact that writing is not just an assignment or a chore to some people, but it can be fun and inspiring. Besides having people read my writing and acknowledge that writing is not a daunting task, but something fun, I want people to feel the different emotions I express in my writings.
My emotions are something that reinforces my writings, because writing with no substance is stale and mundane. I want my readers to feel the times I was at my lowest in my life and the joyful times I had when my little sister was born. So, those are some of the solutions I have came up with for the question that I have ask myself, but there are more solutions that are awaiting me in the near future.
Friday, October 7, 2011
Knock Knock
Knock Knock
First time I have seen this, I was immediately blown away by his voice and the meaning of his poem. I couldn't relate myself to his poem, but the power of his voice manages to create a vivid image of what he is talking about. I feel that I am him when he knocks on the glass window in the penitentiary's visiting booth. The emotion and power of his voice just run through my whole body, creating a sense of sorrow yet optimism.
When I see people performing their own poems on stage it makes me want to be up there and express my writing. Even though it is a dream of mine to perform at a poetry slam, my presentation skills are not up to par. Personally, I need to work on my stage fright and overcome this obstacle if I want to be performing in front of a live audience.
Currently, I am working on this phobia by doing a lot more presentations in my business classes, so I can deal with the hundreds of eyes that are staring at me. The feeling of a head rush and trembling hands when they stare at me are minimizing and becoming to be less frequent when I perform or present. Hopefully, in the near future I can find a poetry slam that I can sign up for and deliver the best poetry performance of my life.
The reason why I chose this topic: creative writing
The reason why I chose this topic: creative writing
I chose to blog about creative writing, because I was inspired by my Eng 214 teacher in SFSU and my classmate in that course. It was that one day where our teacher assigned us a creative writing assignment and for me I didn't take it to serious, because I am a perpetuating procrastinator. Like my previous sentence stated, I waiting until the last minute to do this assignment. I chose to do this assignment in the shower, because that was the only place that allowed me to collect my thoughts on this assignment. To my wonders, I managed to create my own style of poetry, which consisted of rhymes and repetition. To me I thought it was okay, until the day came where we had to present our assignment to the class. The teacher made us switch up our assignment, so we wouldn't know who's assignment was presented. Nerves and goosebumps began to arise when my poem was presented by one of my classmate. After all the presentations, one of the student raised their hand to ask the question of who's poem consisted of this rhythmic and repetitive style? As everyone was looking for the author, I rose my arm to allow everyone know I wrote the poem. To my surprise, the student was so blown away by the poem that he gave me a fist bump for writing a simple yet meaningful piece of poetry. I was shocked that my poem (which was written in 15mins) had such an impact on my classmate as well as the teacher. My teacher thought my poem was so creative and clever that she implemented the poem into her reader for next year's course. From that day on I took my time in the showers and wrote some more poems that I did on my leisurely time. The previous two post are my poems that I wrote for in the semester that I took Eng 214.
I chose to blog about creative writing, because I was inspired by my Eng 214 teacher in SFSU and my classmate in that course. It was that one day where our teacher assigned us a creative writing assignment and for me I didn't take it to serious, because I am a perpetuating procrastinator. Like my previous sentence stated, I waiting until the last minute to do this assignment. I chose to do this assignment in the shower, because that was the only place that allowed me to collect my thoughts on this assignment. To my wonders, I managed to create my own style of poetry, which consisted of rhymes and repetition. To me I thought it was okay, until the day came where we had to present our assignment to the class. The teacher made us switch up our assignment, so we wouldn't know who's assignment was presented. Nerves and goosebumps began to arise when my poem was presented by one of my classmate. After all the presentations, one of the student raised their hand to ask the question of who's poem consisted of this rhythmic and repetitive style? As everyone was looking for the author, I rose my arm to allow everyone know I wrote the poem. To my surprise, the student was so blown away by the poem that he gave me a fist bump for writing a simple yet meaningful piece of poetry. I was shocked that my poem (which was written in 15mins) had such an impact on my classmate as well as the teacher. My teacher thought my poem was so creative and clever that she implemented the poem into her reader for next year's course. From that day on I took my time in the showers and wrote some more poems that I did on my leisurely time. The previous two post are my poems that I wrote for in the semester that I took Eng 214.
Monday, October 3, 2011
untitled poem
I've seen her before, where did I see her from?
Oh ya, my mom showed pictures of her, when I was barely one.
Her body so majestic, it can make you weep.
I dream about her everyday when I go to sleep.
Mom, Mom!! Tell me more about her!
Does she have the aromas of a blooming flower?
Does she have the strength of an independent woman, yearning for power?
Does she have the sense to love me, when my heart turn sour?
I've seen her before, where did I see her from?
Oh ya, my mom showed pictures of her, when I was barely one.
Her love is like ecstasy, she can make you high.
I want to see her now, but i can't yet! *sigh*
When can I hear her sing?
When can I see this magnificent thing?
When can I touch her soul with this promise ring?
Growing to love her even more, i can't bare it no more!
I bought a plane ticket to see her and there I soar!
I finally see her! She was the BOMB!
I asked her for her name, her name was Vietnam!
Oh ya, my mom showed pictures of her, when I was barely one.
Her body so majestic, it can make you weep.
I dream about her everyday when I go to sleep.
Mom, Mom!! Tell me more about her!
Does she have the aromas of a blooming flower?
Does she have the strength of an independent woman, yearning for power?
Does she have the sense to love me, when my heart turn sour?
I've seen her before, where did I see her from?
Oh ya, my mom showed pictures of her, when I was barely one.
Her love is like ecstasy, she can make you high.
I want to see her now, but i can't yet! *sigh*
When can I hear her sing?
When can I see this magnificent thing?
When can I touch her soul with this promise ring?
Growing to love her even more, i can't bare it no more!
I bought a plane ticket to see her and there I soar!
I finally see her! She was the BOMB!
I asked her for her name, her name was Vietnam!
My own creative writing
This was an example of my own creative writing. This poem was a spur of the moment writing, where my emotions transformed into words.
dear life,
life, why are you so cruel?,
im addicted to your success, but you made me a fool,
i took one step forward and you push me ten steps back,
puttin me in a position like a homeless on crack,
day in and day out thinkin why am i even here,
left hand cigarettes and right hand Belvedere,
next thing i kno, youre putting gashin pain to my heart,
she left me and said," we need some time apart!"/
4 years into the relationship, i HATE you life,
she was perfect in every way, she could had been my wife,
but i knew it was comin, because it cant be true,
cuz a fallin slum like me is WAY past overdue/
I felt it comin, a drop of sorrow runnin down my face,
and i felt a sense of loneliness lurkin throughout my place/
holdin a glass of death, i kept on drinkin,
seein her with me, but i knew i was just dreamin/
why? why? why?
LIFE, why are you so cruel?,
she is ONE in a billion, she was my jewel,
but you had to take her away and AGAIN made me a fool/
her womb carried a seed of me,
and i punched myself, because of YOU they cant be wit ME/
*gulp* gulp*gulp*
it burns my heart when death swims throughout my body,
but i drink to infinite, cuz i cant hear it say daddy/
here i am blackin out, overdose on death and now im on my death bed,
next thing i know i see myself in a hospital bed/
then there i see her, the beautiful goddess that carries my child,
i said to her, please stay wit me, cuz life without you is like playin wit jokers, wild/
she said to me i cant, please dont make me do this,
i plead to her, why? I dont want our kid to be born and ill miss,
because it is what i need in order to get to bliss/
She cried, but it wasnt tear of sorrow, but the tear of confusion,
And she said GOODBYE and walkout until she was out of my vision/
Months past and i was still the same, but one day i came across the beauty that walked away/
I went up to her and i asked her "how you been?",
she replied great! and replicated my question to me askin "how you been?"
I said great, but with a bellowed voice :(
she said her kid is growin up healthy,
she also said she married a man, who is very wealthy/
in my mind i thought, what a gold digger!,
but i cant compete wit him with only 4 figures/
And she handed to me a picture of our baby boy,
i smiled a smile that had to be contained, but it bursted out wit joy/
She smiled and said goodbye again,
but i didnt mind, cuz in my mind i was thinkin when?
When can i see my baby boy?
After i receive the picture, life didnt really suck like before,
because i have a picture that tells me i have someone to live for!
dear life,
life, why are you so cruel?,
im addicted to your success, but you made me a fool,
i took one step forward and you push me ten steps back,
puttin me in a position like a homeless on crack,
day in and day out thinkin why am i even here,
left hand cigarettes and right hand Belvedere,
next thing i kno, youre putting gashin pain to my heart,
she left me and said," we need some time apart!"/
4 years into the relationship, i HATE you life,
she was perfect in every way, she could had been my wife,
but i knew it was comin, because it cant be true,
cuz a fallin slum like me is WAY past overdue/
I felt it comin, a drop of sorrow runnin down my face,
and i felt a sense of loneliness lurkin throughout my place/
holdin a glass of death, i kept on drinkin,
seein her with me, but i knew i was just dreamin/
why? why? why?
LIFE, why are you so cruel?,
she is ONE in a billion, she was my jewel,
but you had to take her away and AGAIN made me a fool/
her womb carried a seed of me,
and i punched myself, because of YOU they cant be wit ME/
*gulp* gulp*gulp*
it burns my heart when death swims throughout my body,
but i drink to infinite, cuz i cant hear it say daddy/
here i am blackin out, overdose on death and now im on my death bed,
next thing i know i see myself in a hospital bed/
then there i see her, the beautiful goddess that carries my child,
i said to her, please stay wit me, cuz life without you is like playin wit jokers, wild/
she said to me i cant, please dont make me do this,
i plead to her, why? I dont want our kid to be born and ill miss,
because it is what i need in order to get to bliss/
She cried, but it wasnt tear of sorrow, but the tear of confusion,
And she said GOODBYE and walkout until she was out of my vision/
Months past and i was still the same, but one day i came across the beauty that walked away/
I went up to her and i asked her "how you been?",
she replied great! and replicated my question to me askin "how you been?"
I said great, but with a bellowed voice :(
she said her kid is growin up healthy,
she also said she married a man, who is very wealthy/
in my mind i thought, what a gold digger!,
but i cant compete wit him with only 4 figures/
And she handed to me a picture of our baby boy,
i smiled a smile that had to be contained, but it bursted out wit joy/
She smiled and said goodbye again,
but i didnt mind, cuz in my mind i was thinkin when?
When can i see my baby boy?
After i receive the picture, life didnt really suck like before,
because i have a picture that tells me i have someone to live for!
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