Tuesday, December 29, 2015

A Glass Star in an Iron Galaxy

Hey everyone! I think I've finished modifying everything! The theme of my blog is definitely darker in the way of the colour. I will be going under Anna S. and my pen name is just remain different on everywhere else that I write (i.e. Savannah White on Fanfiction.net, another pen name on Wattpad, etc.)

My URL will stay as http://cowgirlandadream.blogspot.com/ just because it'll be a hassle for people to find me and a hassle for me to change all of my posts.

The name of my blog "A Glass Star in an Iron Galaxy" is metaphorical in ways. I think the best way that I can describe it is through one of my writing prompts that I did in my creative writing class. Obviously, I'll have to make some tweaks, because there were certain requirements that needed to be met as I wrote it. One on them was to contradict yourself, so you'll see a few of those in there. Though it may seem depressing (very depressing), the contradiction part will come into play, and hopefully you'll see my metaphoric view on my blog title. If not, I guess then that'll be the mystery to you, and the answer for me. I understand how it can be confusing; not everyone can understand what goes on inside my mind, but I have my ways and reasons for writing what I write.

The red part is what I wrote for my class revision. I ran out of time to finish it, so I left it in a place whre I knew I could add more to it. I guess I'll finish it up now on my blog. The green is the added part.

Poetry Revision

We are but glass stars in an iron galaxy. Some say that you are one fish in the ocean or “just a brick in the wall”, but it’s not true. We’re glass stars in the way that if anyone just barely blows a breath on us we shatter and break into a million little glass pieces. We’re glass stars in the way that if anyone dares to touch us, we will do what fish and bricks and humans fail to do without a grenade or a bomb; we will explode. We will cast a supernova over the galaxy. Though it will be bright like the sun, it will only ever touch a mere fraction of the night sky.

An iron galaxy is the world; So beautiful, so mysterious, and yet so cruel. It deceives us all with its beauty and we fall into its clutches. Its iron hands take the few, the proud, the emotional around the neck and try to suffocate what is left of our broken hearts. It wants our glass to break, to fall like a shooting star, to explode like a supernova.

But the moon rescues our dying light like an angel from heaven. She repairs our light the best she can so that her lovely beams may reflect on our glass. “Tu vas belle” (You are beautiful) she whispers to each of us. There is only so much that she can do. Though she repairs us, we’re still broken pieces glued back together. We still have our cracks, our scars, our battle wounds, like a crumpled piece of paper smoothed back out. Can’t you see that it’ll never be straight and pristine again?

We are not stars in an iron galaxy. We are but one fish in the ocean, “just another brick in the wall”, just one human out of the billions on our planet earth. The galaxy is not iron. It is a peaceful place if we choose to accept and embrace it. I choose not to; I believe otherwise.

How can we shine in a cruel world which beats us down until there is nothing left? It breaks your heart, kills your soul, beats your spirit until there’s nothing left. What more do we have to say, to do, to hear? Nothing. We are dead.

We are alive. Though we are glass stars, we have souls, we have hearts, we have spirit. God has given us light, He has made us so that even though we are shattered, we're broken, we're bruised, that we are made in His image. And that makes us beautiful, shining glass stars.

The world is an iron galaxy. But there is a quote by F. Scott Fitzgerald that states "The world only exists in your eyes. You can make it as big or as small as you want". The quote is also true for seeing the world as it is or as it could be. We can choose to be pessimistic realists or optimistic realists. Which will you choose to be?

No matter what, we are Glass Stars in an Iron Galaxy. But you can choose to make it a good thing or a bad thing. Which will you choose?

I hope that you like my new theme; it will stay this way for a long time, maybe actually forever. I don't want to be a blogger who changes themes every season, or every time she gets into a new fandom. I did that for a while and I don't really want to do it anymore. Because it's almost confusing, and extremely time consuming. And I'm going to try to stay consistent for my blog and keep writing. I'm hoping to let out a post every three or four days until I've regained my steady traffic income. At the latest, it should be a week in between. Since I've left for some months I feel as if I've had to start from square one all over again, but it's building back up slowly and surely. 

I hope you'll still come with me on this journey!

Friday, December 25, 2015

Merry Christmas Everyone and Happy Birthday, Jesus!

Merry Christmas to everyone, readers, followers, and visiting people! Even as you open your wonderful Christmas gifts and eat the roasted turkey that you've been drooling over all day, remember the reason for the season!

This year, my family celebrated Christmas yesterday on Christmas Eve. My dad, who I think I've mentioned is a firefighter, decided to go in and work on Christmas, so we celebrated our Christmas on Christmas Eve.

We actually got to sleep in (til 10 *gasp*) and then about an hour after we woke up, we decided to start opening gifts, but not until after I read the story of Jesus' birth in the book Luke. I have the tradition of reading from the Bible every year on Christmas, but I really don't even know how that came to be. Oh well.

Each year, for the past three years, our family has done secret Santa's. And every year that we've done it, I seem to get either of my parents. This year I got my mom, for the second time. Have you ever realised the older you get, the harder it is to decide what you want/need for Christmas? Because it's true. My little sister ended up begging my parents to open our secret Santa gifts a day before Christmas Eve. My parents gave in :) and we opened them that night. I got my mom the new movie the War Room, and my one sister Samantha got me and bought me four necklaces. I have to tell you, I am a little obsessed with necklaces, earrings, or rings. I'd prefer new jewelry over clothes or shoes.

Anyways for Christmas, I also got Taylor Swift's Wonderstruck perfume that I've waited for for years, two new make-up compacts, and other things. The great thing about Christmas day, or whenever you celebrate it, is we usually eat, sleep, and watch movies all day. We watched Inside Out, which was so good!! I recommend it for anyone who wants to watch it.

We then watched the War Room, which was even better. Every time a movie comes out from Sherwood Pictures/Kendrick Brothers (Flywheel, Facing the Giants, Fireproof, Courageous) it gets better and better. Focusing on the power of prayer was a really good subject to spotlight.

And then for dinner we had marinated steaks, rice, dinner rolls, and shrimp and watched Home Alone.

So, I hope everyone has a great Christmas today, celebrate with your family, read about the Birth of Jesus, and eat a lot of good food!

 Merry Christmas Everyone!

Tuesday, December 22, 2015

North and South {Mini-Series Review}

*All photos, gifs, and even the blog post header are not mine! I own nothing but my writing content*

I have not strayed from my path of fangirling entirely. In fact, there are many times where I feel as if though I do. I just do not feel that I must openly share it will all of my readers. Well, this is an absolutely necessary time to completely fangirl out.

I shamelessly and proudly discovered this miniseries while being bored on Netflix. Why am I proud of that? Because I have been contemplating whether or not to try the series out. What series is it?

*drum roll*

If you don't like spoilers then LOOK NO FURTHER

*Squeep* Oh my goodness. I guess you could say I'm a good ten or so years late to jump onto this bandwagon, but goodness, I'm on it now. It looked interesting by the summary on Netflix. But I feared that it would be like Jane Austen's novels; Boring. *ducks flying tomatoes* Look, I tried reading Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice twice. TWICE. With years in separation of my efforts. I have never been able to finish that darn book. And believe you me, I NEVER not finish a book. The only book aside from P&P that I have not finished was a book that I read this year for my English Honours class called Bless Me, Ultima. It was so boring and I just couldn't put myself through the misery anymore. I mean, Les Mis had its boring parts, but I prevailed and kept going through that book and it was one of the best reads of my life. But I just couldn't get through Jane Austen's book as much as I tried. And because of that, I was scared to even attempt to watch North and South.

Well, let me say, I'm glad I tried. I was hooked immediately from the first episode. Mind you, there are only four and they're about 53 or so minutes long. To be completely honest, I'm terrible at summaries so humour me, please. 

Admittedly, I read the entire summary of the series and the book before even watching the series, because I don't really like just watching something I find on Netflix without looking up what it's about and if the content's appropriate and so on. It seemed pretty clean, so I went for it. That and it's BBC, so yeah. 'Nuff said. 

To be honest, I couldn't help but be irked with Margaret Hale (played by Daniela Denby-Ashe) at first. Just slightly, she seemed to think herself above people in Milton. That and she sort of seemed just slightly empty-headed and extremely judgmental. As I continued to watch the series my opinion changed. She seemed to grow and lose much of what London Society had taught her and began to see the world as it really was in that time period. She learned to see both sides of the matter between strike workers, and the boss, who just so happens to be John Thornton. 

Ahh. John Thornton (played by Richard Armitage). Agh. He is amazing. Like, I couldn't help but love him right away. And to be honest, it was his voice that first made me "fall for him". His voice is so deep and yet in control and at times emotional and humble. And the fact that he's tall and dark and handsome doesn't help. But what's most admirable is that he's had a hard life; struggling to get from the bottom of the ladder all the way to the top is remarkable and you can see how being the man of the house after his father dies has affected the way he is. As the series progresses on, you can see how his cold barrier continues to break down as he and Miss Hale get closer. He's a fighter and won't back down from what he believes is right (even if it actually isn't).

There's also the side/supporting characters Nicholas (played by Brendan Coyle (Downton Abbey's Mr. Bates)) and Bessy Higgins (played by Anna Maxwell Martin) about how they impact both Margaret and John's lives. Bessy more towards Margaret and Nicholas definitely more towards John.

Ah, now we come to one of the main topics that pull our lovely Miss Hale together with Mr. John Thornton. All around Milton workers are holding meetings (Nicholas Higgins is one of the leaders) to strike against the industrial giants there (Thornton included). Though Nicholas demands a peaceful strike, one man who has a wife and six children to feed breaks that. On the day of the strike Margaret just so happens to be at the Thornton home when the mob comes through. She tells John to talk to them like a man and he does so. She even goes as far as going out to try to reason with them as well. But things turn ever so slightly violent when a half crazed man throws a stone aimed at Thornton but instead hits Miss Hale. The army then comes to drive out the mob (sent by Thornton). This is where the relationship gets complicated. He goes to her house and proposes to her, but she turns him down flat (and breaks his heart, basically). *Note* I wanted to start screaming. I was so angry. He came and professed his love and affection for her! He opened his heart to the one person he loved. And she flatly rejected him. My heart broke for his......

Now comes the even more complicating part. Margaret's life is turned a bit sad and perilous at the same time. Bessy Higgins dies because of the cotton in her lungs, and her brother, Frederick, who has been hiding in Spain due to a misunderstanding aboard a ship some six or seven years ago appears after Margaret writes to him that their mother is unwell. That and basically her dying wish is to see him before she leaves the earth. The problem? Frederick has a court-martial hanging above his head if he ever returns to England. But he does just before Mrs. Hale passes away. He cannot stay for the funeral and has to leave England again on a night train. Unfortunately, he is seen embracing his sister by Mr. Thornton, who assumes that Margaret has a secret lover. But that's not the worst part..... A man from Frederick's past recognises him and they get into a small fight. However, Frederick pushes him down a flight of stairs and it later leads to the man's death. Frederick escapes by train, but then Margaret is suspected of killing the man because an eye witness identified her. She is later saved by Thornton after she denies that she was there and he lets the case fall through.

Just when things started looking up again, Mr. Hale suddenly dies after he goes out with the family friend named Mr. Bell. Mr. Bell later tells Margaret, his god child, that he is leaving his inheritance for her and going to South America to live out the rest of his days in peace. Margaret travels back up to London, but soon leaves, realising that the London Society is not for her. She takes a train back to Milton with Mr. Lennox, the same man she turned down before she left Helstone. When she arrives at the empty mill, she learns that Mr. Thornton's mill had gone under, due to the lack of work and being behind on orders because of the strike. She then goes back to the train- and runs directly into Mr. Thornton. She offers him a business proposal- her money and his management. But, of course, Thornton doesn't want a business proposal; He wants her as his wife. They share a kiss and end up going "home" back to Milton.

The most impressive thing, that I have to say, is seeing the characters grow in the four episodes. I get tired of just seeing one-sided characters or one who learns nothing. It's my ultimate pet peeve. Seeing Margaret grow and John grow separately and then together was a beautiful thing. Not to mention the costumes, the accents, the location, and all.

I'm currently reading the book (which I thought would be about 300 pages on my phone in iBooks, but turns out it's 1185 pages)  which is actually already really good. I liked how they actually used a lot of the dialogue from the actual book and how they incorporated it into the script. I'll definitely be giving a book review on North and South when I finish it. I'm on page 766 as of right now.

And now, I shall spam you all with any kind of North and South things I find on Pinterest. (Please forgive my over-use of gifs. I finally found out how to use them)

Yeah, basically

That one moment when she finally takes his hand

Margaret's costumes

Oh, this scene :'(

Oh, his face!!!!! The horror!!

"Look back at me"
That moment that he realises what she did for him
To think that she thinks so terrible of him :'(
His smile though
"I knew I was not good enough for her. Yet I think of her more than ever."

The way he looks at her

Okay, I think I'm good. But my post, nor my summary, nor the photos or gifs can really do this justice. You really just have to watch this series. It was beautiful... It was just plain beautiful. If you're like me and are a little leery of it, due to the un-Jane Austen in you, just maybe trust my opinion...

This post, I guess isn't actually a review... more like a summary and a bunch of gifs and I kind of feel a bit guilty about that, and I'm almost tempted to just trash this entire thing and try to rewrite it. I think that I'll just do a little more coverage when I give the book review.

Anyways, I hope you somewhat decently enjoyed it, I know it's one of my worst-written ones. Sorry if I went over the edge a bit. 

Tell me what you think of my review and if you'll be adding this to your To-Watch List!

I've finished the book and I'll be releasing a review of it soon

Saturday, December 12, 2015

Pre Chapter Part 2: Writings on the White Fence

I can't believe that I am getting a post out this soon. It's kind of ironic, considering the fact that it's been nearly eight months since posting before my first pre-chapter. But I was lucky to see I still have some readers and I even was lucky to get two comments!

The options that I gave were:
1. Update on my life
2. Music updates
3. Movie/Book updates
4. Musical Post
5. Sneak Peaks of My Writings (Writings on the White Fence)

From the two comments that I received, there were two votes for option five and one for number one and three. Which means I shall do number five. Number's one and three may come in a couple chapters.

So, truth be told, I've still been in my four year rut of being in writer's block. I've gotten to the point of writing down anything I think of and I guess just calling it a writing prompt to get my creative juices going. I've been experiencing quite a bit with poetry and even going as far as trying some dystopian. This trimester, I have a creative writing class, which is helping me get out of the rut that I am in. Our teacher gives us a writing prompt everyday that really helps to expanded my writer's mind. With that being said, you'll be seeing little dabbles of everything and anything for this post.

One thing we did one day is go to the library inside our school and find five words from the dictionary. Sounds pretty easy, right? We were suppose to find words that were interesting or ones that we didn't know and write down the meaning. Before I even got up from my desk in the classroom, I knew the first word I was going to look for: Abnegation. Abnegation means the act of renouncing or rejecting something. I first heard that word when I read the Wikipedia synopsis of Divergent after I had seen the trailer from a Youtube ad. I can't put my finger on the reason why, but this word and the word 'Erudite' stuck with me. I found out what Erudite meant because of the vocabulary words that I was learning in homeschool that year. But just this year have I actually discovered what 'abnegation' means- and to be completely honest, it fascinates me. Anyways, after we found five words, we headed back to the classroom and had to write a journal/prompt using one of the words that we found. Obviously, I chose this word. To be honest, I don't even remember what the other four words were. All I know is that they weren't as interesting as what I already had planned.

Some days after that, my teacher told us to choose one journal prompt and revise it. And then revise it again. Here is what I came up with: (WARNING!!! Major snippet not a Minor Snippet)

“Welcome to the Abnegation Rebels!”

            This was the day; the day that my whole family had waited for since my birth sixteen years ago. It should have been the day I had waited for all my life. But in fact, I had been dreading it. What was today? It was Election Day. The one day every year where one candidate was voted for and the next day put into power. Yes, it was an autocracy. In my opinion, it was pointless. We were voting on one person who had basically already won. Every year someone came forward and declared, “I am the Power”. As long as they had money and were good speakers, they were “in”. It wasn’t like it was years ago where many candidates would go around and campaign to be what was called a “president”. The politicians now would have six months to hold one rally a month for all who wanted to hear what they had to say. The people, despite whether they thought he was right and despite if they agreed or wanted him or not, would vote on January third.
            My mother had gone all out the entire week. She bustled around the kitchen cooking the best meals we had ate in years. My mother made my brothers cleaned the entire house. Father brought home special candies that he had gotten from New York. My mother bought me a new uniform from the one department store down the street. She hung it on my wardrobe doors a week early. Our colours were emerald green and gold. Only the richest people wore blue and gold. The older folks (When I say old, I mean ancient old) wore black and gold.
The morning of the voting, the Yearlings were always the last to vote. My mother and father and my two older brothers voted in the morning. It was at twelve o’clock when I could go out and vote. My mother did my shiny black hair not in the usual plain bun or ponytail, but instead, she did a highly basic chignon for the ‘special occasion’. As she did my hair, I dared to speak.
            “Why must I vote if we always know he will be the Power?” I asked my mother. “We shouldn’t have to vote for something we already know will happen.”
            “Why would you ask such a question? Jackson Rhelm is the best choice by far out of any of the Powers I have casted a ballot for. This is your year and many others year to follow in our footsteps. Now go and make a good impression.” my mother told me. I headed out the door and walked the two blocks to the bare area on the edge of town. The dust and rocks felt like daggers under my covered feet. My legs felt heavy and slow. My hands turned shaky and cold. There was a long line leading to a gigantic emerald green and gold tent. Under that tent was a table and a man sitting there. On the table was a big box. I looked to my left and saw a hover-car parked near the tent. I bit back a gasp. Jackson Rhelm himself had come to watch the vote. I saw a small booth by the side of a building near the end of the line. A woman was there when I walked up.
            “Athena Neapoline.” I told her.
            “You mean Neapolitan?” she scrunched her eyes tight.
            “No. Like nee-a as in apple- oh- leen.” I pronounced my name for her.
            “Yes.” I told her. She handed me a white slip of paper.
            “Sign your name and then get in line and cast your ballot in the box.”

            I walked to the end of the line. My hands grew sweaty and I constantly had to wipe them on my dress. The sweat was making my signature smudge. My legs shook as I got closer and closer to the front of the line.Thousands of questions were running in my head. Why do I have to vote? Why does no one speak out? Why won’t Rhelm tell us what is going on in the world around us? Is he hiding something? A terrible churning was in my stomach as I stepped up behind the last two people in front of me. Something was not right. My breath wouldn’t come when I got to the front of the line. With a shaking, sweating hand, I raised my hand over the box. But I just couldn’t do it. The man eyed me, suspiciously.
            “I can’t do this. It is not right.” I whispered. But with that whisper my voice grew in tone and confidence. I stood at the front of the line and ripped my ballot into a tiny million pieces. I saw Jackson Rhelm stand up from his red velvet cushioned seat in his open hover-car. My heart raced and I looked him right in the eye despite the faintness my body and my head was feeling. I couldn’t believe what I had done.
            “Take her.” the tall politician ordered the guards standing nearby as watchers. I quickly started pushing my way through the growing crowd. No longer were the Yearlings in one orderly line. Instead, they had created a great swarm in one giant cluster. People grabbed at my clothes and my hair. But I kept running. There was no pain that I felt as the Yearlings tried to stop me. The guards were about a few yards away from my heels. I didn’t know where my speed or my endurance came. I didn’t feel the ground beneath my feet. I dared to look back for  a moment. My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach. The guards had pulled out weapons and started to fire at me. Bullets whizzed past my ears. The wind blew my hair behind me. She seemed to scream in my ears. I ran like a cheetah through the open desert. I heard a whirring behind me. I groaned and my stomach and heart fell to my feet. They had sent drones after me as well. Another sound of whirring, but louder, came from in front of me. A blue-grey hover-drone came right at me. But I kept running. A hatch opened, as I saw the power engines turn in reverse. As I ran straight to them, they began to fly backways in the same direction I was running. There were two young men inside. One was driving and another one was reaching out to me. The hover-drone came near two feet of my head. I ducked as bullets ricocheted off of the heavy steel of the hover-drone.
            “Take my hand!” he encouraged me. He hands were stretched out ready to catch me. I hesitated. I didn’t know these people.
            “Hey, it’s them or us. You live or you get tortured until you die. You choose.” he looked behind me at the mass of chaos. “I’d be quick if I were you.” he told me. I looked behind me; a stampede was after me. I closed my eyes and jumped. There was no weight under my feet. Time finally caught up with my body. Jelly; that was how my legs felt. My heart was beating as fast as a drum. I opened my eyes to see that I was hundreds of feet in the air. The young man grinned at me and yelled over the whirring, “Welcome to the Abnegation Rebels!” 

Now, if you've read some of my writing, you know that dystopian is not in my comfort zone/box/happy cloud of safe writing. But I had an idea. And when I get an idea for a story, it cannot be erased that easy. When exciting new ideas for a story come into my mind I just have to write them down. 

My next snippet actually comes into play with the one above. My teacher gave us four or five ideas to work with. One of them was "Make the unseen seen". I knew as soon as I saw all of them written out that this one idea could easily tag along with my first prompt. But there was a question with it; what was unseen that had to be seen? And then I got my idea from a song. I usually get most of my ideas from songs, poetry, or other types of things like that. Here is what I came up with: 

“Make the Unseen Seen”

            I stared at Alex and Ethan. They were delusional. They couldn’t be telling me the truth.            
            “You’re lying. That’s not true. None of this is true.” I whispered. But the way that my voice grew louder and more choked up defied what was coming out of my mouth.
            “Athena, don’t you see what’s going on? Your whole life is a lie.  So is everyone else’s. The Media controls your minds and the Power controls the Media. Everyday it’s the same broadcast.” Alex told me. He grabbed a remote an aimed it at a screen. The TV anchor for channel three, Aiden Henry, came onto the screen.
            “Good morning, California! I’m our anchor Aiden Henry. It is 70 degrees and sunny. Upcoming events today: Give to the local charity at the Power16 Church,” Henry kept going on. Alex began showing morning and nightly broadcasts over the previous years. As the screen played the broadcasts over the years, I saw the truth. It was the same broadcasts. Aiden Henry told us the weather, charities, and town events. Over and over and over did this go on. He was what Alex and Ethan called a Controller or a Pawn. They were right.
            “Now, this is what you don’t see, which this footage is captured by me and Ethan.” Alex pushed a few more buttons. The screen displayed a large riot going on near the south side of the town. Another clip showed people throwing torches in a department store that had burned down recently. Another clip showed people vandalizing the last Power’s building.            
            “Stop this! Turn it off!” I told them. Amazingly, he did just that. I fell to my knees and covered my face. I was shaking all over. I felt a hand on my shoulder.
            “Athena, you’re a smart girl. I know that you know the truth. You just don’t want to believe it.” Alex’s soft voice came through to my ears.
            “We don’t believe what’s on TV because it’s not the truth. Everything that you see is what you want to believe is true.  But it’s not. What I just showed you now is the truth, and you know it. But you don’t want to believe it.” Ethan told me.
            “They said that the “riot” was really actors acting out a scene for an upcoming movie. They said that that department store had a gas leak and that’s why it burned down. They said the furnace exploded which is why the front window glass was broken. They said that the vandalizing was part of decorating for the Power’s rallies.” I spoke in a muffled tone under all my hair.
            “They were covering it up. Athena, this world-,” Ethan paused. “this world is not a utopia like everyone thinks it is. There are world problems, and global warming and anything else you can imagine going on outside the town borders. Everything you know is a lie.”
            “I know.” I whispered and looked up at them.
            “That’s one of our goals; to make the unseen seen The people – they need to know the truth And if it’s messing with the false media, then so be it. We’ll do whatever it takes to get the truth out. Are you in?”
            I suddenly became aware. My mind felt like it had been released from captivity. Everything became clearer. I had been living under a rock. The entire town was as well. The Media had to be stopped. The Controllers had to be stopped. The Power had to be stopped. With a determined look in my eye, I turned to Alex and declared, “I’m in.”

Now, I've also said that I've been experimenting with some poetry as well. As far as I'm concerned, I'm no Erin Hanson or anything not even an F. Scott Fitzgerald or an Ernest Hemingway (I know they're just writers but still). I'm not even a Robert Browning. But I found poetry as an outlet for anything I was feeling, basically just like writing my stories. I've also found that it's easier to write in the heat of the moment than just whenever. There is also some discretion below each of them. 

*Note* Some of these, as I mentioned were written in the heat of the moment, and some of them I don't even really mean anymore. Just keep that in mind as you read all my sappy ones. 

So I'll share some poetry with you all, let it be known that I've been experimenting with better syllable counts as well.

This one was one I wrote for my school's veteran's day assembly:

They've carried the flag of our country
They've fought until they gained victory
Days and months and years have gone by
Why did so many have to die?

They marched into battle singing a gay and hopeful song
Our young soldiers battle was enduring and hard and long
War changed all who marched off; the gentle ones turned to the tough
And somehow they had to believe that their efforts were enough

Muskets turned to cannons, cannons turned to grenades
With these hot weapons of war, our soldiers have paid
Innocent boys turned to men who raised their rifles high
Some died on the battlefield with their eyes to the sky

Let us remember our veterans today
Who fought for our freedom in the greatest way
This is our small tribute from us to you
For all that you did and all that you do

My First Poem Ever
Discretion: This was when I was crushing on someone and it's really stupid and kind of embarrassing, but it also marks the start of my experimenting with poetry

Once Upon a Time
Once upon a time
If there ever was a time
There were a thousand people in the sea
But you made it feel as if it were only you and me
One day I was living
The next day I was drowning
If only I had learned to save myself
Once upon a time
I needed you like someone needs air
There was a time when you gave me more than I could bear
When I learned to swim, I thought it would be alright
But you made me realize that the dark sometimes covers the light
Once upon a time
If there ever was a time
We would sing out loud
And beautiful was the sound
Dark would turn to light and night would turn to day
Weeds would turn to flowers like in the month of May
Once upon a time
One greedy man got between you and me
The hit was hard and the hurt was deep
That was the moment when I looked around
To see myself sinking down
I’ve fought to keep my head above
The rising water that’s killing my love
But if you loved me so
The water would turn to starry lights
And form there we would continue our paradise

We Are Lost Souls
Discretion: This poem is somewhat recent, but it came to me so clear that I didn't bother matching syllable counts or anything

What I would do for you there seemed to be no end
What I would have been to you would have been a friend
You would have never had to pretend
I’d have conquered mountains just to get to you
I’d have even braved the ocean to see you through
But now I don’t even recognise who you are
Not even after our journey thus far
I was nothing more than level one
Heavens knows there’s always someone more fun
Communication vanished in the air
Why did I think you would even care?
I let my emotions run amuck
The price I pay is losing my luck
I should have left a long time ago
I’ll always remind myself to never be that slow
And if you came crawling back
I hope my resolution would not crack
I’ve cried over you before
But don’t expect it anymore
I thought I couldn’t live without your presence
But now I see that it was just a pretence
You taught me a lesson I’ll never forget
You taught me that there is more for me that is not yet set
Love is not an emotion, but a fleeting feeling
It puts a tear in your heart that won’t ever start healing
Losing you hurts more than a knife
But if it spares my true heart then it gave me true life
All I ask is that you remember me
And all of our good memories

The Maze of Life
Discretion: Story of my life here, folks

I wander my way through the haze
I get lost because life’s maze
Every step I take seems to always be wrong
In my ears I hear a beautiful wrong song
It beckons me like a siren from the sea
If there’s anyone to blame it’s surely me
I take the wrong steps and I know it’s my own fault
But it’s never too late to turn back and halt
I always trip over my own two feet
And I’ll fall for anyone that I meet
They give me what I want but not what I need
Like planting a garden that’s all full of weeds
Many say that you reap what you sow
For me, it’s true; Where do I go?
I have fallen so far, I am lost in this maze
Like I child without her Father, I’m in a daze
Take me now and set me free
If you are the Way, the Truth, and the Light
Then save me now and give me back my sight

Vanquished Games
Discretion: Hm.... This might be one that I am most proud of...... and yet the most horrible one at the same time......

Rain will cease and clouds will depart
You and I have cared from the start
Fog will clear and winds will blow
Our affection will fall low
Trees will shake and waters will rise
Our feelings will vanish in size
Storms will occur and snow will fall
There’s nothing left, nothing at all
Earthquakes crack and tornadoes scream
Nothing is truly what it seems
Smoke will fade and dew will dry
We’re torn away by and by
Is it your fault or mine?
Is there no silver line?
I miss you but I’ll never admit that it’s true
I won’t give you the advantage that makes me blue
Is it for the best; I’ll never know
Maybe it is, maybe it’s not so
You won’t miss me like I’ll miss you
You’d never know you get me through
I’ll die a little inside when I see your face
But I will not keep running in an endless chase
Keep me close to your thoughts and I’ll do the same
As opponents an end has come to our game

So there you go, everyone! Some of my writing that I have been doing. I hope you all enjoyed it. Also, note that the "Abnegation Rebels" one is recent and has given me somewhat of a little drop oil in my brain storming machine. You just might see some more snippets as I keep on writing it. 

This blog will be under some serious construction coming up soon. I have my winter break and fixing my salvageable blog is one of my top priorities on my list. My lovely sister Samantha agreed to make me a new header; Something slightly more professional and classy and a little more personal. Also, I am FINALLY going to correct my identity crisis on here. Between Hannah S and Anna S on my blog and my Pinterest, and Savannah White on Fanfiction.net and my different pen name for Wattpad, there's just has to be some better organization here. I am thinking of staying with Anna S, just because it would seem that's how must people know me and identify me on here, but you never know. My pen name just might become my official "name" of the internet. All I know is that something has to change. I won't tell you anymore than this, and hopefully you'll be surprised for what is to come in the next two-three weeks.