What am I?

The way I feel when I use him. I guess I could say he takes my pain away, in a indirect, foreshadowing death sort of way.

cool. but warm.

white and skinny....

basic.....and extremely complex.

 you could call him my best friend, but only socially.

I cant take him everywhere....

But I like to take him with me to delicious meals, because he always makes them so much better after.

People get so sensitive wrapped in his undeniable company.

so easily can he be replaced, but when I drag him next to me, he feels irreplaceable.

My parents judge me whenever we chill.

but its no denying the feeling, that he gives me... especially on those days when my boss has pissed me off... I'm beyond pissy drunk at some club....or some other emotional roller coaster.

Still he stinks.

My mom can smell him on my clothes, hair, and breath.

I guess in some ways, I might be a little ashamed of our relationship.

Spraying some air fresher in my car to hide the lingering smell of our hook up.

Since I throw him to the side, when I think someone may turn up a nose.

Maybe its because I know its wrong?

in a indirect, foreshadowing death sort of way.

Dr. Cornell West speaks on Obama using MLK bible to swear in with.

During this weekend and the beginning of the week, I had seen a lot of Photoshop pictures of President Obama and Dr. Martin Luther King together.  As we all know, Dr. King fought for justice for all and equality for African Americans. Many would say that Mr. President would be the ultimate reflection of the dream that Dr. King spoke on during his most well known speech.

 President Obama's most recent inauguration, which also happened to be on MLK day has left a sour taste in someone's mouth. Specifically Dr. Cornell West. (Dr. West is an well known activist, philosopher, and author in the African American community. Almost comparable to Al Sharpton but in my personal opinion a lot smarter, cooler, and fashionable)

The reason why Dr. West is upset during this inauguration week when most have been enjoying the music and festivities could seem really minute to some. While taking the Presidential Oath and swearing, Obama placed his hand on Dr. King's Bible.

In this video, Dr.West explains his reasoning for why this action has left his blood boiling. I decided to post a blog because I want to know your opinion after hearing his. Do you think his reasoning for being upset has validity?

Inspiration

• God
• Love
• Hate
• Pain
• Society
• Family
• Passion
• Aggression
• Confusion
• Darkness
• Light
• Helplessness
• Hopefulness
• Whitney Houston
• My Grandma
• The Sky
• The Infinite
• Nothingness
• Jill Scott
• Erykah Badu

and trying to balance the need to be who I need to be and who everyone else does.

My first writing work shop

One thing I've come to realize with reading and since I've been in my creative writing classes is that, you will not fully understand a story if you don't first understand the character. With that being said, I wanted to give you a brief description of myself before I tell you about my first writing work shop experience.

Since I came to the age of the ability to retain and comprehend, I've been a fan of reading, writing, and music. As a small child, reading EOG scores always surpassed the average. Then one day, my mom bought me "Falling up" by Shel Silverstein. That book introduced me to poetry and I instantly fell in love. Throughout my public schooling I dibbled in all creative expressions. Involving myself in the art guild, theater clubs, but writing stayed dear to my heart.

After school I would write in my journal for hours about some boy, girl, how much my parents made me sick , and the things I thought had been a big deal. By my senior year I had wrote a short story that had been in the hands of most of the senior and junior class, needless to say my head was HUGE.

Now fast forward a few years, and I'm doing open mics's at hookah and coffee shops. Enjoying good vibes, and older creative minds. It was a creative writing high for me, that was  needed during a time where I felt like I didn't have anything or anyone else.

Then one day I'm sitting in a public speaking class and my teacher literally marks all over my paper in RED pen. Needless to say, I was completely infuriated and I felt disrespected. In the words of the great mind Erykah Badu (look her up if you don't know who she is, I love her!!) "Now keep in mind that I'm an artist, and I'm sensitive about my shit."

Now I'm in creative writing two and not only do I have to scribble on my classmates work, I will have to sit and listen to everyone tell me what's wrong with my work. Truthfully speaking its terrifying.

During the workshop, I feel that it was a lot of positive energy. Everyone was pleasant, attentive, verbal, and took the time to be analytical of the story regardless of if they had been interested in the genre personally or not. I do believe that being involved in these workshops will help me become a better writer.

My biggest issue will be getting past my feeling and sensitivities with my work along with my classmates.

"Emergency" by Denis Johnson

The story has a dry dark nostalgic feel that I find very entertaining but somewhat confusing. Taking place in an emergency room during the 70's, two guys who are co-workers and good friends are sharing the experience of a downward spiral using prescribed drugs. The narrator and his friend Georgie are working third shift and have been riding a thin line between reality and strange clouds. The wording and metaphors describing situations and surroundings reminds me of poetry.

I feel like the car ride with the narrator and Georgie is a symbol of their sharing experiences together. The drugs cloud the real reality of the narrator. He walks through the story not sure of what is happening, and when it happened. Most of the time he uses Georgie as a reference to help guide him in what is really happening. The first three times, (I read this story four times) I thought they both used the drugs to deflect from reality, but Georgie uses them to see. 

From when Georgie was introduced he had used his pills and been extremely sensitive to his surroundings, feelings, needs, and lives around him. Mopping up blood on the floor of an operating room, he cries, and continues to cry while speaking with his friend about life. As the story progresses, he goes from being cold and aloof to wanting to save baby rabbits. He pulls a hunting knife out of a guy's face, tries to save baby rabbits after hitting the mother with his car,and tries to save one of the narrator's friends from the military.

There is a lot missing from the story with what the story gives us and I'm very curious to see what happens with them and if I watch the movie Jesus' Son to see if how I feel about Georgie is accurate.