Peanut Butter and Poetry

Have you ever tried a fried peanut butter jelly sandwich? Well, if you haven’t its pretty darn tasty. You cook it exactly like a grilled cheese sandwich; only instead of cheese you use peanut butter and jelly. It sounds terribly gross but it’s not, according to me anyway. Also, fun fact of the day, it was on of Elvis’s favorite snacks. Believe it or not he added bananas to the creation as well. I strongly suggest you try it one day, you never know if you’ll like it if you don’t. But anyway, I had to pick a random topic to get my blog started today. It was as simple as saying pick a random topic and someone said peanut butter, and a delicious peanut butter sandwich came to mind, thus I wrote about it.

Anyway, there is not much to say about that so well move on to a better topic. I don’t know what that will be yet, but I’m typing hoping to get an idea. It’s not working out to well but it gets words on the screen. Maybe I could write about poetry, possibly even post one on here if I ever get around to it. I’ve actually written poetry for a long time and have had one published in a book. That specific poem was called “Deadly Chess” and the idea for it came from talking to my dad about board games and how cool it would be if it was more than just pieces on a board. If you read in-between the lines, there is a lot more there than just a chess game. You’d have to read it and figure it out yourself, because if I told you it wouldn’t be the same. I will post that on here when I get the chance, I currently don’t have it with me though.

Well I’ve talked about peanut butter and poetry, what’s next? That I don’t even know myself, so I think I will leave that up to you to wonder while I go to something more entertaining than think of a topic to write about. Meanwhile, I’ll try to find my poem that I said I would post on here. Until next time, hold tight.

"You as a Writer"

Self Evaluation: English 101
A little girl during elementary always completes her assignments on time and with perfection. Her skills in all subjects are superb, although reading and writing being her favorite. Her teachers are impressed time after time. As she makes her way through high school, she keeps her set standards. Most of her writing gets published in international works. Shortly after graduating, she finishes her novel and that becomes a best seller. She continues with the great American dream. She marries the love of her life, has two beautiful children, lands some big bucks, and has time to enjoy all of it. What a life, right? Too bad that’s not how it really went.

During my own elementary years I tried to receive 100% on everything but I failed. I did get decent scores and pulled an A most of the time. My actual favorite subject is science but I do enjoy reading and writing. I couldn’t tell you if I’ve impressed teachers or not. If you feel a sudden urge to know, go ask them. I do have a poem published in a book, but I do not plan on writing an entire novel anytime soon. Just for the record I am not married and won’t be for a while. I do not have children, way too young for that. I wish I could have a bulky wallet and more time on my hands. Instead of living the dream, I get stuck typing this “You as a writer” paper.

As I said earlier, I don’t face death every time I sit down to read or write. Reading takes up a fair share of my free time, or when I have to read for a class the next day. If it’s a good book, I can possibly read it all or a good portion of it in one day. Some may ask the type of book I read; well I don’t really have a specific as long as it’s moderately interesting. Some readings such as “The Allegory of the Cave” can be very hard to understand. Those are the kind that might just kill me, the misunderstood.

That’s my view of writing, misunderstood. Writing is really the cat that has my tongue. There is no black and white or any lay down of a law. Even though I like writing constantly, there is times where I would rather not. When anyone asks me to write a paper requiring a certain length, specific topic, and a time limit, that’s usually when my creativity goes away and I try not to look dumb thinking of something to write. I’m trying to improve myself on that note. Jotting down things or actually writing a poem, a journal entry, or anything similar, that’s my prime. Those are the moments I write at my best; the times when I have my free thoughts and a pen and paper to write them. I find it similar to any biker and how they only want the open road. When people think of a biker, the most common mental image is the leather vest, maybe a few tattoos, and a guy with a big attitude. All in all, he could be a giant teddy bear with a soft heart, and a wrong first impression. That is how a lot of my poetry goes. My style of writing, I would say, you have to read between the lines to get the meaning. I usually write about something simple, a game, maybe the ocean, and somehow wedge emotion in there. When people read some of my writing, every single view was so off from what I wrote it as. I guess that’s what happens when someone has a different brain than you do. Who knew?