"Poetry is a marriage of craft and imagination."- Christine E. Hemp

When weary with the long day's care,
And earthly change from pain to pain,
And lost, and ready to despair,
Thy kind voice calls me back again:
Oh, my true friend! I am not lone,
While then canst speak with such a tone!

So hopeless is the world without;
The world within I doubly prize;
Thy world, where guile, and hate, and doubt,
And cold suspicion never rise;
Where thou, and I, and Liberty,
Have undisputed sovereignty.

What matters it, that all around
Danger, and guilt, and darkness lie,
If but within our bosom's bound
We hold a bright, untroubled sky,
Warm with ten thousand mingled rays
Of suns that know no winter days?

Reason, indeed, may oft complain
For Nature's sad reality,
And tell the suffering heart how vain
Its cherished dreams must always be;
And Truth may rudely trample down
The flowers of Fancy, newly-blown:

But thou art ever there, to bring
The hovering vision back, and breathe
New glories o'er the blighted spring,
And call a lovelier Life from Death.
And whisper, with a voice divine,
Of real worlds, as bright as thine.

I trust not to thy phantom bliss,
Yet, still, in evening's quiet hour,
With never-failing thankfulness,
I welcome thee, Benignant Power;
Sure solacer of human cares,
And sweeter hope, when hope despairs!
             - Emily Bronte

The poems relates to the wuote because in order to write poetry, one has to be in a state of imagination. Whether writing of an actual experience or writing of something outside of the realms of reality, a poet needs to be in an imaginary state. There also needs to be an amount of constructive craft that goes along with imagination. All poets need to feel a sense of immaturity when it comes to writing poetry. And when it poetry is written, the author needs to take on a characterization of youth.

My Completely True Excuse

This is my completely true excuse as to why I showed up 27 minutes late to Mrs. Rasmussen's 3rd period PAP Creative Writing Class.

I was on my way to class whenever I felt my cellular device vibrating. Trying my hardest to resist the urge to check my phone, I got a nervous feeling. Like every teenager should, I resisted the urge for as long as possible. But after the second and the third ring, I just had to answer it. It was a call from a neighbor of mine. He had sent me multiple text messages saying that there had been some suspicious activity going on in my house. After calling and calling my parental units with no answer, I decided to play the hero. I raced across town to my house. I slowly opened the door and, just as I thought, there was a pack of lions and a sloth gathered at my sink, as if it were a watering hole. I then became afraid. I had no clue what to do. I then grabbed my whip that I hide in my pantry in case of emergencies, like this one.  I made the executive decision to keep the sloth. I whipped my whip until the lions became afraid of me. I opened the front door and guided the lions to the frame. But they would go. I then remembered that our family had planned to eat steak the night before, but had changed to cereal. I grabbed the steaks and threw them into my front yard. This lured the lions into my trap. I then picked them up one by one and put them in the choker hold. This would keep them asleep for only a little bit of time. I rushed them to the local zoo and dropped them off at the front gate, as a stork would a child. Relieved, I rushed back to school in hopes that I had not missed the daily lesson. My speed was faster than a racecar. I rushed to the second floor, not a drop of sweat on me. I then began my lesson as if nothing had even happened. After class, Mrs. Rasmussen caught me before I left and asked me why I was so late. I explained to her the story in depth.

As Time Goes Bye-Bye: Carpe Diem ( or seize the day!) Before time passes you by, what things do you want to do? What one thing do you want to do by the time you are thirty-five? Why? What have you already said good-bye to - people, places, ideas, stages in your life, hopes, dreams, sorrows? Reflect on those good-byes and/or grand plans. Make a list with short explanations, or concentrate on explaining one specificgoal or farewell in depth.

In my life, I have created a list of things I want to accomplish before I die. I have many things that I wish to strive for. I want to travel all around the world and familiarize myself with different customs and styles of living. I want to move to New York and perform on a live stage and have people come and pay to see me. I want to be famous and people recognize me all around the world. Before I'm thirty-five I want to have a family and help them get familiar with the world and it's different inhabitants. I am a firm believer in living life to the fullest. Life is too short to be unhappy all of the time and doing something that you hate. Life is not for regret or anything of the sort, or life is your to miss. I have already said good-bye to the people and dreams that will eventually hold me back. Someone has to be famous and get all the money, so why can't it be me? I have also said good-bye to the things that are too out of this world or superfluous. I cannot wait to get out into the world and experience the life that I want to live.

move to New York
get in a Broadway play
get on a TV show
go to a performing arts college
never come back to Wichita Falls
start a clothing line
become famous
become a father
become a role model
become awesome(already done)

I jsut want to live life to the fullest and not regret the decisions that I will make. I cannot wait.