Ode to One Fine Dinner (Poem)

Okay so as you know I suck at poetry, but I love it so I try anyway. I also had to do a poetry unit for school and I had no idea what to write so I just took a bit from a poetry inspiration website and a bit from my own experiences and ended up writing probably the best poem I have ever written in my entire life. It's still horribly imperfect, I practically took a butcher knife to grammar, and there are structure holes everywhere, but here it is:

Ode to One Fine Dinner

Eskimos dwell in the frigid north
Said the lasagna, come steaming forth:
“Together we live in ice and storm
Let me keep you sheltered and warm.”

Asked the eskimo: “Are you quite sure?”
Nodding, the pasta did reassure:
“Snug and toasty, my dear eskimo,
Tucked tight between fine oregano.”

The eskimo then donned, like a coat,
The lasagna, which soothed his sore throat
But when he became hungry, he then
Couldn’t help it—he ate up his friend

Now the eskimo, cold and alone,
Stands in alaska: frozen like stone
While high above in meaty sauce cloud
Lasagna dances and sings aloud.

- Inspired by my father, who said the other night as we all burnt our tongues: "Eskimos should wear lasagna."

Oblivion (Here We Are)

For English 11 I had to write an original short story, once again, much like the time not long ago when I wrote Starlighter. However, this story is much, much longer and it took much, much longer than just a few hours to write.
I had a mighty amount of trouble (first of all) deciding what I was going to write. I had zero (Nothing, nada, zilch.) ideas that were either worth writing or held some sort of plot. "I know!" I thought to myself. "I'll just continue one of the stories I've already started writing. That'll be easy!" So I set to it.
First I tried continuing Mint and Zoey, which ended with me simply changing a few words here and there and editing and more editing and really not furthering the story a single sentence.
The I tried Ivy and Thornfinger. How wonderful! I thought. Such a lovely pair will surely be easier to continue. I actually got much further than before, until I met with a plot hole the size of a bottomless chasm and was forced to an abrupt halt.
What now? I had wasted time doing useless work and creating book covers for said work. Hurrah.
Last one. Forgotten. I finally had a short story with a definite ending (though I can't promise you it's a cheerful one.) that I would actually be able to write with some accuracy. I spent many days continuing it, renamed it somewhere along the way, and finished it not long ago.
Here We Are.
Finally.
Now go read it and tell me what you think.

"I want to see everything now."

And today I took one step further down that railroad tack of life. I had to do an art project for school and I've always wanted to do a sort of digital collage so for this assignment I had to do some form of art related to the book study I'm doing on 'Fahrenheit 451.' (It's a great, classic, thought-provoking short read. I highly recommend it.) So I kind of wanted to do a digital mash up for one of the scenes from the book and add a little quote and keep in mind this is the first time I've really done something like this so I just picked out a couple images:

And just sort of mushed them together the best I could using Pixlr Express, touched it up a bit, added tons of layers and filters and adjusted the lighting, etc. etc. I think it took me a little over an hour. And in the end I came up with this:

Now for a suitable quote:

I selected this quote from pages 161-162:

"Montag looked at the river. We'll go on the river. He looked at the old railroad tracks. Or we'll go that way. Or we'll walk on the highways now, and we'll have time to put things into ourselves. And someday, after it sets in us a long time, it'll come out our hands and our mouths. And a lot of it will be wrong, but just enough of it will be right. We'll just start walking today and see the world and the way the world walks around and talks, the way it really looks. I want to see everything now. And while none of it will be me when it goes in, after a while it'll all gather together inside and it'll be me. Look at the world out there, my God, my God, look at it out there, outside me, out there beyond my face and the only way to really touch it is to put it where it's finally me, where it's in the blood, where it pumps around a thousand times ten thousand a day. I get hold of it so it'll never run off. I'll hold onto the world tight someday. I've got one finger on it now; that's a beginning."

Post 265 - In Which I Tell You Of Yet Another Bridie's Domain Update

You get the idea. Part 12 - In Which Bridie Keeps Her Friends Close And Her Enemies Closer is up for the reading.

On a small tangent: If anyone has noticed my incorrect title capitalization, I do it entirely on purpose. I don't know why. I just like the way it looks. And I've started like that so I intend to continue like that.

Anyway. Go read.