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Is Poetry Dead?

Published January 21, 2012 by Ashley Pariseau

I have always been a fan of poetry. I started writing poems when I was little, not long after we moved to Indiana and got settled in to a house outside of Albany, so  I was 6 or 7. I wrote poetry off and on pretty much ever since. I rarely showed my work to people though because I always felt like my stuff was unfinished and could be improved and I didn’t want to show it to anyone unless I felt it was the best that it could be, but I undoubtedly always had a knack for writing and a love and appreciation for the art of it.

However poetry is not as popular as it once was, or at least it doesn’t seem like it is. The only poetry I ever see these days exists in the form of song lyrics, and even in that the quality of poetry in lyrics seems to be dwindling, especially in mainstream music. The lyrics of most popular songs these days rivals the quality of stuff I wrote when I was 10, so what does that tell you?

I don’t know, maybe I am just not looking in the right places. Maybe there is still a community of poetry fans out there. If so, where are they?

Do you enjoy reading or writing poetry? Do you think poetry is dead? 

Just Some Writing

Published November 25, 2011 by Ashley Pariseau

These are just some inspiration pieces that I jot down from time to time. All have been created by me. I give permission for anyone to use them if they wish, but I ask that you give credit where credit is due and either tag my name to these or link to this post. Thanks!

The key to success is working hard, working smart, and knowing how to make yourself irresistible to the world.

Some people can walk into the room full of people, say absolutely nothing, yet still command the attention of everyone there. That is power.

Live notoriously.

Still shining, even on the darkest day.

Beautiful and breathtaking, she had his heart in a headlock.

The important thing to remember is to focus on yourself. Don’t compete with others, compete with yourself. And don’t be afraid to fail once in a while. Failure is just a part of the process of succeeding.

With talent made to be seen, she is the Hollywood dream.

I have realized that people would be a lot happier if they just learned how to not give a shit

More to come!

What is home to me?

Published September 27, 2011 by Ashley Pariseau

Yesterday’s topic on The Daily Post was this:

What does “home” mean to you? How would describe what it feels like to feel “at home”? It may be something specific about the physical details of where you’d like to live, or it could be more about how you feel when you are in the right place.

I found this topic particularly fitting for me right now, as I am about to move to another place I want to call home.

Having been through so many moves in my life, for reasons of all kind, reasons for good, bad, and the down right ugly… I have collected some specific thoughts and ideas as to what I consider a home.

To me, a home is a place of solace and peace.

A place where I feel free to do as I please.

A place where I approve of who enters or stays and any roommates have stable income and help financially with rent and bills so I won’t have to worry if we are going to make rent because someone else isn’t pulling their own weight.

Where any roommates are nothing but responsible, trustworthy friends that I can get along with and live with without many conflicts.

My home is easily kept clean.

My home is quiet most of the time.

A place that is safe from thieves, drug dealers, and people I don’t trust in general.

A place where my cat can run around if he pleases.

A place where when something breaks, I can call the landlord and they will come out and fix it in a reasonable time.

My home is free from noisy neighbors.

A place that is away from neighborhood crime, or safe enough to where I can walk down the street without having to worry about my safety.

A place where visitors respect our boundaries and don’t overstay their welcome, eat our food without permission, or dirty up our place without picking up after themselves before they leave.

A place where I have enough space for myself and my belongings.

A place where there aren’t so many people living with me that I feel like I am in their way or like they are in mine.

A place where I am neither treated like a child or have to act as a mother.

A place where I can come home to and know what to expect.

Those are probably the important ones.

What is your ideal type of home environment?