writing exercise #2 topic: the small things

In this never halting ride we call life it amazes me the things we choose to occupy our time with. Its always about the "big picture" in this life. But isn't it the small things that make all of this worth while? To press my point further i will refer back to my comparison of life to a ride.

A roller coaster; monstrous at first glance, and intimidating by any standard is nothing but a heap of metal without one critical component: bolts. These minuscule, seemingly insignificant, parts are the single most important aspect of any structure, for bolts are what give a roller coaster it's strength.

Now, without straying any further, i come back to my previous point. The small things. A kiss on the cheek, a get well wish, a hug from behind. All these things may be small and seemingly unimportant, but what is life without them? Nothing more than a tedious routine.

I personally can not survive without these little acts. They are what get me through the circus i live in. I with i could bear the title of ring leader in this circus, but no, i am nothing more than a side attraction who, occasionally, gets a bone thrown his way.

I leave you with one piece of advice; when (if ever) you find someone or something that brings you the kind of pleasure i have mentioned in this text, hold on tight, and don't let go til the ride is over.

writing exercise #1 Topic: love.

I like to give myself writing exercises. I come up with a topic, give myself a set amount of time, and then just write. I'm going to start doing this every Sunday and i will post what i come up with on the bloggity blog. For this first exercise i gave myself twenty minutes and the topic of love. here we go.

If love is just a game, then life is the arcade. In this arcade there are many games, all waiting anxiously for our quarters. But alas, father has only given us a handful of change. For this reason we enter into something that is more than just a game, it is now a journey, or more so a quest, a quest to find the right machine to dwindle our numbered coins with. so off you go, down the isles tread by so many before. The carpet is stained by regret and heartbreak; or is that just spilt soda and popcorn? never the less your journey on, until, eventually, you begin to try the vast selection of games; a coin here and a coin there hoping you will stumble across the right game before your precious supply of coins runs dry. sometimes you get distracted, spending a few to many trys on a game that yields no tickets. But once your mistake is realized, you sally forth still looking for the game you were meant to play.
Then, seemingly from no where, a new game appears. You tentatively slide a coin into it's belly and begin to play. Nervously at first, but slowly you build confidence as you become familiar with the game. so much so to the point that you play the game blindly. Knowing exactly what to do and how to do it. Slowly your cherished coins diminish; but so wrapped up in this game are you that you hesitate not an instant to feed the beast. Coin by coin your pile vanishes until, finally, you beat the game with triumph, or you run out of trys and have to walk away, eyes to the ground, defeated. Either way, it's game over.
So i guess love really is a game. Some needlessly spend their limited coins on whims and wishes. Others wait patiently for "their game", only to be sent away with nothing more than a "thanks for playing". No matter what isle you choose to wander, or what game you choose to play, play smart. Because, eventually we all hit our own "game over".

Insanity

You know that point in your day where you just want to be done but you still have a good three hours before its acceptable to go to bed? Well for McKay Keetch, this time is a time of insanity. everything sounds very appealing, but at the same time appalling. its like an ADHD kid trying to run from a bear. "AHHH my gosh there's a freaking bea..oh look shiny!" what that is supposed to mean is, the more i try to concentrate on one thing, the more difficult concentration becomes.

this probably didn't make any sense, due to the fact that i am certifiably insane so lets put it this way:

(cue bass hunter- all i ever wanted.) who's up for a techno dance party?!

see you on the dance floor you sexy beasts :)- McKay Keetchy

Poemskis.

I wrote these poems for my 9th grade English class.

I love you Mr. Dalton! i mean... yeah dude your a tight guy... i play football and stuff... just read the stupid poems!

(this first one is about a young kid that i saw one day eating lunch by himself.)

Autumn

The birth and death of a day, both there in his eyes.

His eyes like a black lake, never knowing what lies beneath.

All alone the last leaf of autumn about to fall.

He clings like that leaf to the tree.

Why not release his grip and join his brethren below?

For the landing scares him more than the fall.

This fear like a waking beast emerging from a long sleep.

Ripping at his insides it tries to get out.

But he keeps it back like a dog on a leash.

So he hangs, the last leaf of all, the last leaf to fall.

A place to hide

Sometimes as colorful as a rain washed sky,

But always as black as a starless night.

A house, their sanctuary from sin,

This place is to me what that house is to them.

A candle in a tempered sea, about to be snuffed,

As am i without this secret i can trust.

Records stacked high in this crowded old place,

But still half empty, nothing is erased.

When all is done a book to bind,

Where am I? But only my mind.

It begins.

Hello hello! Im McKay Keetch, and you all know me as the overly awkward chubby kid that stares at you in the halls, just to see if i can make you uncomfortable...... anywhozzle... i decided to make this blog because i enjoy writing. im not going into it as a profession, and i in no way think im good, i just like to pretend i am:)

so for all you obsessive blog stalkers, *cough* Carrie Smith *cough* i hope this tickles your fancy. And for everyone else, well, it will be a good laugh. keetch being serious AND deep?! yeah... must of been a dream.