Nature Walk Poem

Life of a Shrub

by Seth Johnson

The solitary shrub,

its lonely,

it cries out:

“Where am I”

The Shrub stands alone in a scene of death

the cold stones along with the old wooden fence

block the people of the parking lot from the view of the street.

The gnarly weeds wrap around the rocks consuming everything in their path,

they corrupt and kill leaving nothing but the shrub alive.

The old withered trees bend over from age

and give their final bow as they leave this world.

The shrub is the only sign of life amongst the death around itself.

“Why?” the shrub asks.

“Why must I be all alone?”

Alone is the shrub, and alone it will be until the day it

Dies.

Writing Schedule

To be honest no I have not been keeping up with my writing schedule lately. Time, as always, is not on my side, among the classes I have, lunch, dinner, homework, studying and oh yeah sleep, writing has been the last thing on my mind. This depresses me, I wish I had the time, writing does help me and even sometimes it calms me. It does what nothing else, other than my art which I also haven't found time for, can, it gives me the feeling of creating something my own. I hope one day soon I can somehow find time to write again so I may create once more.

Praise the Macaroni

I Praise the Macaroni & Cheese,
it is praised because for countless meals and countless nights,
it was there.
It recalls nights of me and my Mother watching our favorite shows eating the golden gooey goodness.

Praise my Mother for never having the stomach for seconds,
allowing me to have seconds, thirds and even left overs.

Praise the Left Overs that gave me countless reheatable meals for lunch,
for school,
summer days when I was home alone,
or for the early collage days when days ended before noon.

I Praise the Macaroni & Cheese not only for my past,
but because even now it blesses me with a simple but tasty meal that is ever so cheap.

I Praise the Macaroni & Cheese because,
it has always been there to make my belly,
a happy one.

Free Association #2

I'm afraid that if I start dreaming I might never want to wake up.
I secretly reading nothing in secret really
If I had a perfect childhood I'd have grown up to be a cartoonist.
If it didn't sound so crazy I'd write a novel series.
My parents thnink differently about artists, my mom thinks they are awesome and I'm not sure what my dad thinks of them.
My God thinks that artists are what brings the world to life.
What makes me feel wierd about this creative writing class is being uncomfortable speaking out in class.
Learning to trust myself is probably hard for me to do.
My most cheer me up music is any with a cheery beat.
My favorite way to dress is comfortably

Free Association #1

My favorite childhood toy was my legos
I'm not sure what my favorite childhood game was
The best movie I saw as a kid was Aladdin
I don't do it much but I enjoy reading
If I lightened up a little I'd let myself be more sociable
If it weren't too late I'd change the bad things about me
My favorite musical instrument is the piano
The amount of money I spend on entertainent on myself each month is now so low it might be non existant.
If I wasn't so stingy with my artistic self I would by him an art desk?
Taking time out for myself is doing anything but work!