The Sunday Morning Slam

Everyone! Come see how good I look.
It was the Sunday morning after,
after a long blissful night of libating.
Whoa, mmmmhmm, ough.
It was the Sunday morning after,
and I look good.

Original Poem

To be, or not to be: that is the question.
But what the question may answer is the heartache of man.

To die, to sleep;
to sleep perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come.
And in that death what may rise to live.

Nothing Else

When from the ends of the earth and back,
Relatively speaking,
Shooting up heroin between her toes, her greatest experience was
The umbrella keeping the sun off,
Nothing Else.

Poetry In Motion

I found this article titled "Poetry In Motion" and I found it really interesting, mostly because I really don't know much about Poetry. I never have been really great at it and even though I took a few classes in it, I never really grasped onto poetry that much. This article brought up being created by taking students outside of the classroom and even on a road trip. Although I think it would be difficult to take all your students on a road trip simply to write a poem, the idea of being outside and starting the creative juices by watching nature is a great idea. Some students, like myself, need that extra little help to start the writing process and this is true for all areas of writing.

Poem

To be, or not to be: that is the question.
But what the question may answer is the heartache of man.

To die, to sleep;
to sleep perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come.
And in that death what may rise to live.

Poem

Prose Poem

"To be or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream; ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause:"

Hamlet
by William Shakespeare

Stars Shining

Why do stars shine? Why do birds suddenly appear, anytime you are near? These questions go hand-in-hand because long ago the birds and stars were one. See long, long ago, in a galaxy far, far away birds and stars were lovers and it was then that love was truly pure. Birds could only fly a night because of the mean King Sun who believed that birds would take over his kingdom. The stars in order to keep their lovers alive started shining to light up the night sky for them. Since my computer is about to die, I'm going to end there. Thanks for reading.

Multi-Genre

I was sixteen when I first discovered what could get me really mad. My whole life prior everyone always said "Nothing could ever get Ryan pissed off." And for the most part, that is correct. I hate confrontation and am really laid back. I just like to have fun and will do anything so the people around have fun as well. But here I was, living on my own for the first time and at a bar enjoying some dinner with my roommate when I finally realized there was something that could make me so mad that even I, a 5'4" kid at the time, would start fighting a perfect stranger. Like I said, I was sitting at bar enjoying a hamburger with my roommate when I glanced over at the other side of the bar when a man and woman were arguing. I know you shouldn't stare at people, but I couldn't help it. It's like when there's a car accident that you can see happening right before it actually does, you just can't take your eyes off it, and this was me in the bar. Before I knew it, I saw the rather large man slap the woman he was arguing with and this anger just raged over me. I quickly jumped out of my chair, ran and tackled the man starting what I soon would realize my first fight. Although the man was twice my size that didn't matter to me. He hit that girl and that's all I could take in. My roommate joined in the fight to help fend off the asshole's friends and soon we had more guys join in on my behalf and the matter quickly resolved itself when the bartender asked me to leave along with everyone else. I was sixteen and that was a day of many first...it was my first fight, my first time going to a bar without a parent, it was the first time I ever got really mad, and it was my first time ever getting kicked out of a bar. It was a day of discovery to say the least.

What pisses me off??

I'm a pretty laid back kind of guy, but there are a few things that can make me mad. One is when people complain, especially when they have so much. How can someone complain when they have so much to begin with? Can't they find something to be happy about? Another thing that gets me going is when someone disrespects another person, especially when they don't even know the person. Some might say they are just joking around, and that's fine, but you should at least know that person so they know you're just joking around. The ultimate things that gets me absolutely outraged is when a guy hits a girl; there is absolutely no excuse for that. I've only been in two fights ever and each one was because I saw a guy hit a girl.

It's me

My name is Ryan Miller and I'm from Jackson, MI. I'm 22 years young, I'm short, I'm Irish, I'm Catholic, and I'm almost done with school. I hope one day to invent an elevator to the moon and also set the world hot-dog eating record. This is me.