Unit 10

This blog will probably be somewhat of a repeat from the discussion board, but I have really valued this class. Although I had some freakish moments and was ranting in some of the blog posts everyone still made such a difference to me. I am sad class is over, but at the same time its becoming so much closer to the end of my goal and that is something that makes me happy, because I can look back a year ago and say to myself, "look what you have done." Yeah look what I've done. I am still not sure I chose the right field for me to go into, but I have plans to do more school and eventually I will find the perfect spot to do, or at least I hope so. Good luck everyone and I hope you all find happiness and reach your goals.

Farwell ALL
Sugar

Unit 9

Nothing like a summer storm to highlight the moment. I love the lighting, even if the thunder is so loud. mix a little rain with that and I am lost in accelerated energy produced only in form of a moments glance. Much of my pleasure of such a storm makes me overly joyous to live in Florida just for this reason. The storms like this that occur in Oregon are not nearly as intoxicating, though they too are beautiful in their own right. One can not be delusioned by the casualties it can cause, but I prefer to see the wonderment in such power of earths beautiful energy.

Unit 8

Have you ever found yourself staring at the screen in front of you wondering what it is you should propose to put down? I do come to this place often. I love to write, sometimes the thoughts flowing across my mind sound so much awesome until they are staring back at me in black and white. Do you ever have moments like that? Like some thoughts, you think, and then say them out loud, and realize that's not how it sounded in my head. I have many things on my mind, as most people do, only if I could fallow the train of thought to write it down where it would free itself from me. As a child I have tried to keep journals, but I learned young that secret words even though they need to flow sometimes can damage without meaning too, so I discovered a new way to journal, but not make it seem as if I was trying to hurt anyone, it was a form of code. I learned the art of poetry, and my what a release it seemed to be, and I discovered I'm not to bad at it either. Still I wish I could somehow write down the truth if you will and put it in a book, not just poems but a story that would flow from me, but be me and still be worth reading. I've been thinking about this a lot. I once heard the best way to write, it to write what you know. Also you can always get information, but if its about me and my thought process couldn't I posses a way of making it interesting, there in that lays my challenge.

Unit 7

I'm posting unit 7 a little early, mostly because of time but because my writers feigned is out full force at the moment and I thought I might share some poetry with you all.

In the crested night of a waking soul,
The pondering fate of knowledge lulled.
Heart felt secrets,
In-cased in sin,
Doomed by desired that crept with-in.
Listless dreams of forgotten youth,
The pain full scream of silents truth.
Blessed by the sun,
awake in the day,
Truth of the follower so they lay.

@Copyrights of Sugar Gore

This one is not titled but writing poetry has always been a part of who I am, I think I get lots without it. Sometimes I forget that I really need to just write randomness even if it does not make sense for at some point in my life it is a much needed stress reliever. I hope you enjoy my randomness at the moment.