My Creatively Random Life

Last Monday I went to my very first book launch,  which was kind of neat.  It was in this quaint, cozy little bar downtown called  No One Writes to the Colonel  which is a great space and somewhere I would love to visit again.  As you may have guessed from poking around here I'm not usually the type to go to these types of events, you know, ones with people where I can't hide behind a costume. However, the author of this book (which is a collection of poetry), Niki Koulouris, is a friend of  Mike's  and he is very big on the we should go out and do this thing.  Anyhow, I am glad I went as it was a lovely evening full of nice people and poetry, and how often do you get to hear poetry read by the author?  Er, scratch that...how often do you get to hear GOOD poetry read by the author? The book in question is titled The Sea With No One In It and as I mentioned the author is Niki Koulouris who writes brilliant poetry.  You can pick her bo...

This is another poem that I wrote when I was in high school.  Why were we created? Why are we born? Why do we have to die? Why does that make me cry? Why do people get murdered? Why do people kill? Why does God let it happen? Why? Why? Why? Why is the grass green? Why is the sky blue? Why do birds fly? Why do dogs hate cats? Why does God allow war? Why are children starving? Why let the children die? Why? Why? Why? Why let the children die? Why let them cry? Why does one have so much, And the other so little? Why mommy, why? Why daddy, why? Why do the children die? Why does God let it happen? Why? Some tell me why? Why?           Why not?

From high school to be exact, I was going through my writing journals from my English classes back when I used to write everyday, from prompts and occasionally write something worth reading (most of it was garbage).  Always worth a laugh to read though.  Lots of Buffy poetry, I was am totally in love with Spike.  I have a thing for vampires. Anyhow, this was written September 29 of 1999 and the prompt was Purple Rain.  (seriously I rolled my eyes at the just a bit) She stands so tall and proud Alone in the purple rain Her eyes are full of darkness Her soul is full of pain They made her choose between them They tried to make her decide She tried to please them both And something in her died How carefully she walked the line Between darkness and light How they tried to rip her apart To make her give up her fight How bravely she stands alone now How silently she cries She watched those she loved crumble When confronted with their lies How beautiful...