Craziness

The truth is, I am at a loss for words. I have no idea how to describe what went on during our meeting yesterday. It was crazy. next week, I might film the on-goings of The Dive. So...the following is a list of what occurred in no particular order.

Everyone was late...as usual

we read our water pieces...some were serious...some were silly

we snacked

two new members came...I like them

Brittany rested her head in my bosoms

Decided to meet at Cassi's house next week

I took pictures of our group

all the talk of water made me have to pee

read the new assignment:

Write a well known biblical, fabel, fairytale story through the eyes of a supporting character instead of the protagonist it can be a character in the story or a made up character that you put in the story.

We sat in ten minutes of silence

Then we chatted and mingled and mingled some more....then I made everyone leave.

Lost and Found

I dig through my couch,

looking for loose change.

I unearth a quarter

underneath one cushion.

I throw another cushion to the floor.

After another 20 cents, I find my remote

to the TV I broke a year ago.

I had thrown a stiletto at it

the night Scott came over.

I haven’t kissed another guy

since that night. Dinner

at the Starlight Tower.

We went back to my couch for the 10 O’clock News.

“There’s a clam bake in Salt Lake tomorrow,”

I started to say when his mouth

descended upon mine.

20 seconds later the first shoe flew

across the room, followed

by his shirt and tie.

His lips started roaming

to the neckline of my designer dress.

As his hands slipped

the sleeves off my shoulder,

my fingers fumbled with his belt.

I looked down to unhook the loop and glimpsed

the ring on my hand and its three

simple letters on it. CTR.

Choose The Right.

I pulled his hands from my bra

and pushed him away.

After a second, he smiled

and tried kissing my neck again.

Told me not to worry,

he’d done this before.

I stood up so fast, it knocked him

to the ground.

His brows furrowed

and his mouth pressed

together in a straight line.

No longer in a soft

mood, he left without

his tie.

The next morning, I woke

alone in my bed. Scott’s scent still

settled on the pillow. As I lay between

my Egyptian Cotton sheets, my fingers

itched to dial his number.

He wasn’t the first guy i

Had come close

To losing my virginity to.

In the way he caressed me,

I knew he wanted me.

I wanted him to want me,

Feeling like I owned him.

Anything I wanted, he would do.

All to reach the end result.

Immediate pleasure.

Knowing saying good-bye to scott

Might be the last time I heard “I love you”

From a lover’s lips,

Or being held in his arms.

So warmly I never needed a jacket,

I sent him one last text.

“Good-bye”

An exerpt by Brittani Crapse

My Feet

If you are another victim of lost innocence,

then your shoes have worn you wrong.

And if you are a victor of self-indulgence,

then you are something I am not.

I often wonder, if I stepped into your shoes,

would I be rewarded with the truth of your past?

So, I try.

I am denied.

It doesn't matter how well I can fake it

with my little girl eyes,

because these shoes aren't meant for my cleft feet.

Maybe, if I let the mud suffocate my ankles,

you will be unable to identify the line that links

my present to your past.

These shoes,

They bind.

They tie.

They conceal you so well,

and reveal me too true.

It's impossible to imitate a shadow.

Still I try, but fail.

Again i try, again i fail,

and fail.

I own it,

my weakness.

A poem by: Amy

Creative writing is an outlet of mine.

I don't always express my current emotion but by reaching into other emotions,

i regain my sanity.

One Enchanted Evening

I can tell you, from my point of view, it was an interesting meeting. Two hours before the meeting I was cursed with worst migraine in the history of migraines. This curse induced a psychedelic acid trip of pain. I now knew what the Beatles meant when they wrote the lyric,"the girl with kaleidoscope eyes." Sounds were muffled and magnified simotaniously, my eyes sizzled vampiriously in the light of the fluorescent bulbs. But, the show must go on! I cannot let my fellow writers down!(mostly because I had written my most favorite poem I've ever written) I had a tasty snack prepared, and was ready to greet my colleagues with nothing less than my best dressed. The fabric tightened and ached my skin. I couldn't hold out. Within seconds I was jammified. Fashionably late, everyone finally arrived. We shared our new piece of writing, and it was all awesome work. This could have been due to my current condition, but I have faith in the talent of my friends. Although we were missing some of our usual customers, we gained two new very creative, well written members. Each were prepared with something to contribute. Brittany(a usual member)showed up with fire in her belly, aching to write. Her fire was soothed with our new assignment to write something influenced by water. The five minute free write concluded our meeting, and I dragged myself to bed already swaddled in my best sleeping attire.

Dear Readers,

Without stopping, take five minutes to write something about water.

How does water move you? This is your chance to use all fives senses!

To share your piece, e-mail it to thedive6@gmail.com.

thank you,

Amy

A New Year & A New Piece of Writing

Our second meeting was short, but sweetened with the taste freshly picked citrus, and oreos. The New Year brought new group members, Korina and Amber, and we were delighted to see them so eager to write. As The Dive grows, so must my dining room table I suppose.

Each of us read allowed our piece from the "Diving In" activity with such great expression, and vigor. I personally was blown away with our creations, word created frankensteins if you will.

We then read the second activity called Memory Is Imagination, and we were challenged to write a piece about real or imagined memories; all inspired by the phrase "I remember". The five minute timer began; pencils and keys stared flying. I could feel and hear the gears of the combined minds ticking and turning as the seconds passed. Then, "Time", was called by our resident timer, Shane and his magical Droid phone. And just like the creation of the earth on the seventh day, we rested. As is said, "All things must come to an end", but only till next week. And so ended our second meeting.

Dear blog readers,

Please try the above activity and previous activities.

Also, read and comment on our group members pieces of writing.

Writer's love to hear feedback, be it good or bad.

If you would like us to post a piece of your writing that was,

inspired by our activities, e-mail me at thedive6@gmail.com

Thank you & best wishes,

Amy

Subject to the Rose

By Gregory Skinner

I am blinded by hope

Deafened by uncertainty

Silenced by fear

By the spiraling tresses and addling countenances of my Colleen

She drives me to recklessness

Her words spoken and unspoken

Tease my mind

Her simple gestures and gifts

Invite desire

She approaches

My chest tightens and thoughts race

Weaknesses gathering more weakness

Appendages they become

And this

This barbed thorn festering in my soul

She lies unchallenged

I do not try to pull her loose

I ask myself why I allow such foolishness

It makes no sense

Does the infectious spike make me so weak

That I become powerless to detach her

Is it not lack of strength

But absence of desire

A hesitation

That may lead to my fall

Could she possibly be blameless

Or are her actions politic

I hesitate again

I am driven to madness

Could this be what leads to my fall

Or am I mistaken

Perhaps

It is something I have not yet thought

Perhaps

I have fallen already

Gregory skinner is a MCC student who enjoys writing heart felt poetry. He enjoys taking any creative writing class possible.

"what would it hurt, just once?"

If it were just once, perhaps not much harm...

But once has a tendency to become:

TWICE,

Then again, and...

Just once more

A single stick or rock in a river
will not do much to change the course
of that river.

But the rock sinks to the bottom,
trapping silt and sediment, building up,
catching sticks and other barriers,
eventually causing the river to bend away from its set course.

Once tried, worldly enticements
sink into the rivers of our souls,
catching other worldly enticements...
building up barriers to the spirit,
changing our set course.