Monday, February 28, 2011


so the second attempt of my sonnet went well. or so i thought. i handed it out to everyone in our workshop group and my teacher says, "ok put all your workshop's poem in alphabetical order including your own. then take the poem in front of yours and check the number of lines, the rhyme scheme, and the iambic pentameter." so that we did. and if they were wrong, you had to hand it back to the person and they would have to redo it. well guess who got theirs back? bingo, i did. when in my defense everything was absolutely correct. the idiot just read it wrong so now i have to redo my dreaded sonnet yet again.
then, later in the day i go out to my car to find it booted. this-was my fault. i am boycotting the whole parking permit for uvu because its $100 bucks for one and that's just ridiculous!! so along with the boycotting, i have *ahem* failed to pay a few parking tickets. so today i got a final warning and a boot. so now i have to wait til five o'clock for them to take it off. i shouldn't be complaining too much because they are going to take it off for free. but that made me have to walk home from campus (not that far, but i was running late because i had to call the parking office to sort things out) to Landon's apartment to take his truck (it's sad really, how dependent on him i've become) and speed to work. i was hoping i would be able to grab some foodage because i haven't eaten in.... 29 hours. so now i have to endure the rest of work with a ravenous stomach. but here's the kicker. i looked at the time the boot was issued and it was literally and in all seriousness, three minutes before i got to my car. ugh. and i was even contemplating leaving class early so i could have more time for lunch.
it's times like these where i think, "well, at least i didn't look fat in my harvest pictures....oh wait."

on the bright side. i get to not only spend the evening with my one true love, but i get to do it at the jazz game in a box suite. where i hear there is unlimited food. which i am dying for right now. that will be a good way to end this failure of a day.

Sunday, February 27, 2011

Here we go again...

attempt #2 at the sonnet.
wish me luck.

Thursday, February 24, 2011

the calm before the storm

snow seems to put a hush on the world.
it's like nature's mute button.
the melancholy clouds that loom in the air.
each breath intake feels like you're filling your lungs with


it's lonely,
it's a longing for warmth,
it's a piano being played
by lamp light
when everyone else is


Wednesday, February 23, 2011


i don't like shakespeare in the first place. so why on earth would i want to write poetry like he does? sonnets suck. iambic pentameter in a sonnet sucks. no. iambic pentameter sucks period. i like free verse much better than ababcdcdefefgg. poetry is freeing. and that is my rant.

do you know what is freeing though? daydreaming. man, i like being able to control daydreams rather than the randomness of the night dream (not that i don't thoroughly enjoy those too). let's be honest. most of my daydreams are about Landon or me winning the nobel peace prize. but still. it's refreshing.

i love daydreaming.
and free verse.

Monday, February 14, 2011

For Love's Sake

i've never had a valentine before; besides my parents or best friends or something. not that there is anything wrong with them, but here i am with a boyfriend of almost a year and [finally] have my valentine. dearest Landon, oh how i love him. i really just want to be with him for the rest of forever. so the wish i make on this valentines cake (pretend it says whitney and Landon...and that it's a valentines cake) is.......

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Finally...They liked it.

I'm in Advanced Poetry right now despite the fact that I am no where near being an advanced poet. When I hand out a poem in my class to have it work shopped, a part of me is really excited. I'm all, "Yay! I get constructive criticism so I can make my poetry better!" And then there is this huge part of me that's like, "Crap! Don't read my poem! You're all going to hate it and tell me I need more metaphors!" Which both parts are right. Truth be told, I struggle with metaphors. But, this weeks poem proved to be an audience pleaser. In fact, they loved it. I will share it with you now.

In Between

In the courtyard
snowflakes fall
sleepily dusting
the brass statues
Then- sunlight bleeds
dancing in the
branches bare
Creating in air
snowy explosions
Diamonds breathe
a solitary jubilation
for one who stumbles on

By Whitney Border