creative writing

Something Totally Random – A Poem

Posted in creative writing on August 30th, 2009 by Daniel Johnson, Jr. – View Comments

Something totally random
about the words streaming
from my head
from a tired mind
longing for the rest that
comes once the eyelids
close

Inspired words perhaps
from the heart
as an overflow
inspired by creative
sounds and music
and thoughts

These words uttered
so quickly as in a spurt
have been laid down
without abandon
finished when done.

– Daniel Johnson, Jr., 2009

Buddha said he wanted to have a word with me
Image by Stuck in Customs via Flickr

Photo credit, Stuck in Customs

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Where Do You Get Your Ideas?

Posted in car, creative writing, podcast, working on April 25th, 2007 by Daniel Johnson, Jr. – View Comments

Time for a true “journey inside my mind“…

Since the beginning of this year I have been bouncing back and forth from Cincinnati – where I live – to Dayton, where I work. That long commute has made me a “captive audience” for a lot of portable, on-demand programming (affectionately known as “podcasts”). I usually listen to music podcasts at work so that I can concentrate on my programming duties, and I like to listen to talk-type programming during the commute.

There are some programs I listen to only because I like to hear the passion in the podcasters’ voices. I could care less about the content, and in many ways, I really don’t like it at all. What I DO like, however, is the passion and excitement they convey, whether it’s from ranting about something that bugs them, or extolling the praises of something they love.

I noticed again on the commute up to work that I’d gotten distracted from the program I was listening and was thinking of my own ideas for things. It’s not that the content was boring me; au contraire mon frere! As often is the case, I heard something on one of these programs and it sparked some creativity.

My iRiver has a recorder on it, and I’ve often recorded my thoughts to capture them for later.

Where are you the most creative?

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A Trip Through the Years

Posted in birthday, blogging, cincinnati, creative writing, dayton, ohio on May 20th, 2006 by Daniel Johnson, Jr. – View Comments

Mood: medicated
Listening to: Jennie getting ready for work, Keisha getting ready for bed
Eating: turkey, dressing, broccoli, carrots
Watching: Treasure Planet

A similar post at Across the Pond! gave me the idea to do this post:

30 years ago. My mom and dad got divorced. I was 6 and my sister was 4. We moved in with Mom, and I abruptly switched school. I was in the 1st grade.

20 years ago. The Challenger space shuttle blew up. I was a sophomore in high school. My favorite class was English with Ms. Phillips. She made us write 1-page position papers. After the space shuttle blew up, I wrote a poem called “Confusion” and left it under my chair. Ms. Phillips found it and gave it back to me, showing her appreciation.

15 years ago. I had turned 21 years old. For my birthday my housemates took me out to an early dinner, and I got a martini or something to drink. I was working in the Detroit, Michigan area as part of the co-op program for engineering at the University of Cincinnati. I felt alone and needed God.

10 years ago. Jennie and I were about to celebrate our 1-year anniversary in Dayton, Ohio. We went on vacation back to Detroit, Michigan, came home and bought our first set of furniture. Later that year, we found out Jennie was pregnant.

5 years ago. I was working as a IT consultant in the Cincinnat and Dayton areas. We had moved back to Dayton after buying a house. I was working in Cincinnati on September 11th, and I wound up leaving work early to be with Jennie and Keisha.

3 years ago. I’d been blogging for over a year. I was battling another sinus infection. Dayton, Ohio was celebrating the 100th anniversary of flight. Jennie and I saw The Matrix: Reloaded.

Last year. We had just gotten a cat and were trying to get used to her. Sith happened. Things were a little subdued at work. The weather was unseasonably cold, and I was congested.

This year. I’ve been podcasting for almost 9 months. Our car died. I became an uncle-again. I’ve had some serious back pain and got a lumbar injection. Millions of people around the world celebrated my birthday by eating colored hard-boiled eggs, candy, and going to worship at the church of their choice.

Yesterday. It was unseasonably cold. I got an upper respiratory infection, and spent most of the day in bed.

Today. I went to the doctor and found out I have an upper respiratory infection and an earache. I spent most of the day in bed.

Tomorrow. Probably more of the same. Our apartment complex is having a yard sale.

Broken Things

Posted in creative writing on August 20th, 2005 by Daniel Johnson, Jr. – View Comments

In this audio post I read another original poem about dealing with perfectionism:

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You can read the full text of this poem at Streams of Consciousness | Broken Things.

The Phone Rings

Posted in creative writing on August 16th, 2005 by Daniel Johnson, Jr. – View Comments

In this audio post we take a detour over to one of my other blogs and read and original poem:

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To read the original poem entitled “The Phone Rings”, head over to the corresponding post at Streams of Consciousness | The Phone Rings.

Somehow, For Some Reason, You Got Here

Posted in administrivia, creative writing on December 13th, 2004 by Daniel Johnson, Jr. – View Comments

Mood: Deliberate

Listening to: Local album-oriented rock station, WTUE, 104.7

Reading: GIS for Everyone

Eating: bran cereal with raisins

Watching: Man on Fire, starring Denzel Washington

Thanks. I think it’s interesting to review the recent referrer log:

Rob’s Amazing Poem Generator

Posted in creative writing, memes on September 8th, 2004 by Daniel Johnson, Jr. – View Comments

Rob’s Amazing Poem Generator produced this poem, based on this blog:

Journey Inside My ! life, Bene Diction

Blogs On

Scab Picking So incredible ! ! ! !

You would do work I cannot

control/I can control I am so much

more

on his roommate Matt H. yesterday

morning, to tease him and the place Let

me Myself, am so sorry, the Official Mom

Happy

birthday!card,

write so much time The voice

of the earth will be crossposted

to you, need to work? at

the bathroom,

and soda, which help create rounded corners depend

on the trimmings. The Israelites did that

I would ask The

weekend and so we switched from it */ I told her

eye thus

saith Dan Johnson, Jr. Jazzmania

Productions, Ltd. Keeping the Past Week

I was in place.

Space Shuttle Challenger – 18 Years Ago

Posted in creative writing on January 27th, 2004 by Daniel Johnson, Jr. – View Comments

It’s been 18 years since we saw the space shuttle Challenger burst into flames during its liftoff January 28, 1986: I remember hearing about it from a classmate in high school, and thinking he was out of his mind. My dad later confirmed it as he picked me up from the library, where I’d walked after school.

Posted in creative writing, mental, self-injury on October 14th, 2003 by Daniel Johnson, Jr. – View Comments

Continuing the Journey

Tomorrow I have a therapist appointment. I posted some thoughts in a poem entitled “Reflection” to “Streams of Consciousness”.

At the last meeting, the therapist recommended I get some “stress balls” to keep my hands busy instead of picking. I did that, and, if I have them nearby, I’ve found them to be helpful.

Speaking of Self-Injury, I found this great article entitled “When Pain Is All You Have,” which you may want to read to get a better understanding of self harm. I also found this article/message board thread on WebMD that contains ways others keep themselves safe (i.e., what to do instead of self-injury).

Note: the next few paragraphs contain details of self harm and may contain triggers for those who may be vulnerable.

Last night, however, I started messing with a scab on my wrist. It was close to being healed, and I started picking the scab off it. Eventually, I saw that if I continued to squeeze the area, the blood blister underneath would pop. It did. Then I saw how thick the scarry skin around the scab was. I decided to bite it in order to make it smoother. Of course there was some bleeding.

I looked for the hydrogen peroxide, which I usually administer after an episode like this, but I couldn’t find it. I took a wad of toilet paper, soaked it in cold water, and applied it to the wound so that the bleeding would slow and stop. Then I found the Band-Aid™ Liquid Bandage kit and applied the liquid bandage to the area.

Posted in birthday, creative writing on September 22nd, 2003 by Daniel Johnson, Jr. – View Comments

Relics, Family Heirlooms, Souvenirs

Mom‘s cleaned out a jewelry case that my Dad gave her before they were married. It was the first gift he’d given her. Tonight Mom gave it to Keisha.

Some of the items she’s given me from it include:

    A Good Samaritan Hospital bracelet I wore for one of my operations when I was very young. It’s inscription says:
    JOHNSON, DANIEL A., JR. 301703–5
    DR. J. IBANEZ/E. GAW (C) 04

  • A pair of cuff links that my maternal grandfather, Charles H. Mitchell used to wear
  • A tie tack I received for my First Communion at Corpus Christi Catholic church when I was in 3rd grade
  • Obituary clipping for my cousin Richie Johnson, who passed away when he was only 2 months old. It reads:
    Richie Johnson
    Richie Lee Johnson, 2-month-old son of Mr. and Mrs. Donald E. Johnson, of 822 Nesslewood Ave., died Wednesday in his home. Also surviving are his brother, Donald E., Jr.; grandparents, Mrs. Delphine Johnson and Mr. and Mrs. Virgil Erwin, and great-grandparents, Mrs. Mabel McGraw and Mr. and Mrs. Casper Ciaciuch. Graveside services will be today at 2 p.m. in Calvary Cemetery. Arrangements are by the Abele Mortuary.

  • My mom’s first application for her driver’s license, dated August 31, 1973, which was just before her 21st birthday. Her handwriting hasn’t changed that much over the years.
  • A cloth ring my Dad gave her instead of a real wedding ring, because he couldn’t afford one yet.
  • A poem my Dad’s sister, my aunt Beckie, wrote, entitled “Mom, You’re an Angel.” I’ll post it in a separate entry.

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