For art thou poetry

So on my poetry site, I recently made a competition about myself. Horribly vain, yeah, but fuck the world I wanted some attention. (<3) Either way, I have gotten three submissions and two of them have left me blushing - I hardly know how to truly respond to such kindness as I've never received something so sweet before, even if it's just for a competition it still made me very happy. Hell, one of them even reads this blog here - which surprised me as I thought surely no one was reading it. I would love to feature the winning poem though, whomever may be the author of it I hope they are wary I am going to attack them immediately and ask them for permissions to post it up here, the same for the runner-ups. Not to review or anything really, but to just show my appreciation and in by doing so I shall be writing response poems to their poems to me! (: This is a fairly inane and itty bitty update of mine, but there it is.

Mother's Day

So, this isn't so much a review this time around as it is just a simple poem for my Mother on this very special day. This morning I woke up to being given orders, being called bitchy and miserable after a late night of being awake, and then smothered with affection before my parents went on their merry way to go on the Mother's day date. So here I am, all alone, in my bedroom, holding a laptop and peering into the screen as if it has any sort of answer for my question - the question being, why the FUCK do I still live here, of course. To be candid though, as much as my mother and I butt heads because of our disorders with our personalities and such, she is very dear to me and I do care about her quite a bit. I deal with her cruelty and bite my tongue because that's just 10% of a portrait. I once dated a guy - who was a fucking lunatic, but that's not really the point - who told me after our break up that no matter what I tried to do, the moment one stepped back to take in the full painting his life had always been a portrait of me. Now, that's a bit creepy, considering he'd been calling me a murderer that entire time because his mother got cancer and that was somehow or another my fault because he was too depressed and whiny over a girl three states away and lost his job, thus putting them into debt when his brother also needed a surgery. (I didn't believe half the shit he said, hence the ending of the relationship) But it really made me think, while I know I was never important in that guy's life and never will be no matter how much at the time I loved and adored him, I wondered what my mother would say - so I asked her.


I asked her what the portrait her life created looked like, and she closed her eyes and she said, 'The portrait is a big picture of me and my family.' And she began listing off names in order of who her eyes saw first, and I was the last one to be named (go figure) right after my brother. Now I know you can imagine the pain that'd be on my mind in that moment, not that she'd ever see it because I am too good at hiding it anymore, but it was a serious slap to the face. So, thus I am inspired from my pain. Please enjoy this poem.

Mother

an original poem by Octavia

Beauty seeping from every pore

on peach skin and flushed flesh.

There are no scars, no imperfections

that your brutality cannot hide.

Your words are a foundation or concealer,

a make up used to cover up the pain.

I learned how to do that from the best.

I learned that crying was a weakness

in the eyes of my Mother.

That if I told her how I felt, somehow

or another it'd be my fault and she'd

argue it until I'd be too weak to disagree.

Bloodied words beating on immature skin

and telling me one moment I am not good enough,

and the next that I am completely perfect.

Mother, on this day dedicated to you that

is supposed to be about joy, happiness, and togetherness,

I am so alone, so mad, and so broken.

Thank you Mother, for being my best reminder

to trust no one.

Only Bird

Today, I had a conversation with a friend about the only bird that can fly backwards. Obviously, it's a humming bird, and that is what I told her - but she argued and debated for nearly an hour about how I was wrong until I finally opened up a page on Google and shoved her face against my computer screen saying, 'READ'. She hasn't apologized, but I am sure she feels like quite the Jackith Assith. (old English swearing for the win!) Anyway, as random as this post is I just felt as though I should acknowledge the stupidity displayed here. Anyone with half a fucking brain cell should know by 17 years of age that a humming bird is the absolute only bird that can fly backwards and hover perfectly in place. But apparently not. And thus, I have lost faith and humor for the species called humans.


But before I conclude this entire blog post, I should like to remind you all something very important. Kangaroo's cannot hop backwards, therefore should you ever find yourself in a sticky situation in Australia, just get behind him. (:

They Say; A Poem

So, I am using this blog for it's original intended purpose at long last and I am now going to post up a poem - written by me, thus all copyrights and owner ships belong strictly to me and I shall be quite cross if I see it used without my written permission or without it being credited back to me, but now I am off the topic somewhat. So first, the poem, then the review of it shall follow afterward and I shall not spare myself some serious critique points simply because of 'self-esteem'. Otherwise, I'd be a poor excuse of a writer.

They Say

an original poem by Octavia

They say only fools rush in 
especially when concerning love. 
But we rush at each other all the time. 
We fling ourselves to the feet of others *
and some kiss the dirty toes of an 
imaginary friend called God. 
But then you pick it apart, 
the meaning of that quote and you *
start to ponder the true reality of it. 
Only fools rush in? We are all fools, 
even that person who wrote that saying. 
Foolishness, selfishness, hatred, love, *
lust, greed, gluttony, and impatience, 
these are all just parts of being human. 
If only fools rush in, then I want 
nothing more than to be that foretold 
fool. *

The first stanza (each stanza separated by a astrix and in case you don't speak poet, a stanza is every four lines or more) I think could've been written far better, personally. Then again, I am also considering the fact that I wrote this poem in a total of 7 minutes based off of that quote featured, 'Only fools rush in' by whoever it was who wrote the saying. The second stanza I could suppose to be biased and offensive, but considering I am atheist and so are most of my readers I don't really care if anyone gets upset over it - though I can see why they might, I just called the Christian religion's 'God' an imaginary friend. Third stanza, ugh, I hated this stanza the most out of all of them to be quite honest. I started out too powerful, I think, and I dwindled away into simple spitting of words and bad traits/qualities in a person. This stanza shows my weak point, I can start well and end well, but my details in between suffer most of the time into what I consider being the 'rice' of the meal that is my poetry. It's just a filler, a fake starch there to make you satisfied enough with pointlessness and such but in reality, it's noticeably weak and seriously needs improved. Then the last stanza, I feel the last sentence was very strong, 'I want nothing more than to be that foretold fool.' But I'll be blatantly honest with myself here, that last line doesn't redeem the filler B.S. that came before it, though it is good and blends well with the first two stanzas, that third stanza is just driving my Bananas, B-A-N-A-N-A-S.

Anyway, this was a review on my poem, albeit a short one but there you are. Please keep in touch for my next.

Lead Sails (And A Paper Anchor)

So I love Atreyu, as I stated in my intro post to this blog, they are one of my favorite bands. I was just listening to their song, 'Lead Sails (And a paper anchor)', and it got me thinking. I adore Atreyu for the lyrics and music, obviously, but as I was listening to this song I was thinking just how truly tragic it is. So, I did a bit of research on the lyrics - now, my original idea of the meaning behind this song was fighting an addiction, such as being an alcoholic. And if that wasn't right, my back up idea was that it was a love song, like another favorite of mine from them 'When Two Become One'. After a bit of research and disregarding the morons who called this song and it's album their 'worst yet', I learned I was actually right. This song is about the leader singer, Alex, and his drinking problem according to the few lyric comment sites I saw. Of course, I don't care what the actual meaning behind any song is, as long as it speaks to me in some way. But the main issue I feel like confronting now out of pure frustration is the people who are saying this is a terrible song. I realize it's abnormal, this album in general, because it is not all the wailing and screaming into a microphone and instead it's a really solemn CD of powerful lyric play, but that's what makes it the very best in my opinion. I mean, is it my absolute favorite album by them? No, but then again I'm biased because I cannot choose a favorite album by them. They are all equally great in my mind, but to call it names and the band a bunch of sappy losers because they made an album like this is utterly horrifying, and these people call themselves fans! I admit, I do it on occasion, but never have I insulted the band for trying a new tone! A perfect example? I love Linkin Park, despise the newer albums. Personally, I think they were much better when they were on Meteora and Hybrid Theory. Does that mean I think their new album is a failure and reflects on them because maybe they can no longer carry the screamo sections? Not in the slightest, it's just not my cup of tea.


I also like Eminem, I hate his stereotypical raps though and I dislike rap in general, he's just my type because of his lyrics in most of his music. It's powerful, and it's moving. That's what this album by Atreyu was about, it wasn't that they wanted to slow down the heavy metal and suddenly go heavy rock - that's not it at all! They wanted to focus on the lyrics, they wanted to give a CD where they could put in full emotions without having to make a love song sound like it's all about sex like most metal bands do, and I think they did a fan-fucking-tastic job. Of course, I can't make everybody think about it all the way I do, not everybody is really concerned with the lyrics which is normally the basis for a song, but instead just the beat. So, to those people, I end this blog post and review with a giant finger in your face. Justin Beiber and Kesha are considered music in your world, suitable listening material, but this album by Atreyu is not because it is not heavy metal? You need to have your ears checked, obviously!

A New Beginning

So I've finally decided to pick up the side of the blogging world once more. It's been quite awhile since I've actually kept a blog, my last one being all about explaining Japan and such. (Yeah, was popular with the otakus (uber fan) but not the actual readers I wanted to appreciate my literature). Anyway, lately I have been writing and publishing poetry on a site (deepundergroundpoetry.com) where I use the username Cinny, but I always want to review the works I find on the actual site. Now, I suppose I could do that in the comments on the poems, but I don't really think I can ramble on for nearly a page about how I feel about the literature shown in said poem and I'm not sure the writer would appreciate it. So, while this blog may be for mainly my own poetry/poetry readings and art channel, I will also be reviewing music from bands, song lyrics, and poetry from this site - with the right permissions from the writers naturally. This is just a small introduction though about the main genre/purpose of this blog. If you'd like some actual information about me, Octavia, please scroll down as for the fact that below this paragraph I will have another giving some random facts and such about me.

Hello there, Ohaiyo, Konbanwa, Bonjour, and so on and so forth. My name is Octavia, and I am an avid writer of poetry, short stories, and things of that nature. I am a drummer and a singer, I am, sadly, female. I love video games, they consume my mind a good portion of the time when I am not thinking about some sort of novel or music. My favorite colors are black and red, and I love skirts and heels. I am very feminine, really, though I don't sound it I truly am. My favorite bands would be Atreyu, Metallica, Iron Maiden, Guns n Roses, and the Japanese screamo band Lix. I am Gothic, if you are the type who feels the need to label another human being, though I suppose I am hardly human when I think about it seriously. Either way. I have an obsession with anyone who can play the violin or cello, no idea why but I really like the two instruments. Not sure really what else to put here, to be honest, other than I speak multiple languages quite fluently, but my first being English quite obviously.

So, I suppose I shall leave it at that for this particular post.

My Youtube;

http://youtube.com/sinfulcinny

My emails;

littlemissforgotten0001@gmail.com

jakob0001@yahoo.com

cindrella0001@hotmail.com