James Coleman
Pilot English
“Ordinary people think merely of spending time, great people think of using it.” ~ Arthur Schopenhauer
Since the start of semester II I have upped the level of reading from semester I. I started by reading Why We Sleep which took a surprisingly short amount of time to accomplish while still being the most beneficial part of my English study this year. I also started to create a written response regarding How We Decide which delved into a more philosophical discussion near the end. I gave a short presentation about Why We Sleep to all of the Pilot students during seminar one day. I think that showed a lot of growth on my part as I normally avoid presenting to people at all costs and I willingly did that without even knowing I was going to do it when I went to school that day. The next project I did for my English study was to read the graphic novel Unflattening and make a visual essay response to it. That process took around a month to accomplish but I’m very happy with the product that I came out with. Simultaneously to reading Unflattening I was also reading The War of Art as a use of inspiration and a source of contemplation. Aside from reading, I have been working on writing rhyme schemes throughout this entire semester and I plan to continue making them as I move forward.
Big Picture
The projects that I do for English can be broken down into main categories.
Which are:
Which are:
Rhyme schemes and creative writing. |
Analytical writing based upon literature. |
However there is an endless ebb and flow of overlap between these two categories. My expanding knowledge based upon non-fiction analytical writing is always influencing my perspectives of the world from a subjective standpoint. Often times we find ourselves jumping to conclusions on confusing topics, but having a more in depth understanding of what's going on gives us a starting point to build abstractly from.
JournalHere is a compilation of the journal rhyme schemes I've created. They aren't all finished, organized, legible, or even coherent without further explanation; however they are a testament to the work I'm doing here in the Pilot, as well as internal growth and technical improvement that I will inevitably develop with time.
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Rhyme Shenanigans
This is a collection of the more finished rhyme schemes that I have written and feel are in a more finished state. I have transcribed them for ease of reading.
Broken Wings
Cinnamon synonyms I'm chewing another ritalin offending sentimental citizens again I win.
Yet I can not fit on in, a one piece puzzle penitent.
Don't resent the mental man, acting like a metal man
looking for your heart just a tin man missing oil can.
Are you tired or on the xan?
Can you tell the difference man?
Just a life long indifference plan
long behind are learning plans
Piloting but can not land.
Saving up a couple grams to save me when I'm overthinking everything - but then again driving just to clear my head,
but simply dreaming of my bed, no more fucking sleeping in, even on the weekend damn, knees feeling weakened when I'm waiting for the week to end.
No use regretting what I've said
No more pitching tents in past tense, struggling to pass classes
I'm way past tense.
Juggling excuses to explain my absence,
newly addicted dudes begging for absinthe
but in a way they have sense,
because we all reach a point beyond repentance
hear the turmoil within every sentence.
Cinnamon synonyms I'm chewing another ritalin offending sentimental citizens again I win.
Yet I can not fit on in, a one piece puzzle penitent.
Don't resent the mental man, acting like a metal man
looking for your heart just a tin man missing oil can.
Are you tired or on the xan?
Can you tell the difference man?
Just a life long indifference plan
long behind are learning plans
Piloting but can not land.
Saving up a couple grams to save me when I'm overthinking everything - but then again driving just to clear my head,
but simply dreaming of my bed, no more fucking sleeping in, even on the weekend damn, knees feeling weakened when I'm waiting for the week to end.
No use regretting what I've said
No more pitching tents in past tense, struggling to pass classes
I'm way past tense.
Juggling excuses to explain my absence,
newly addicted dudes begging for absinthe
but in a way they have sense,
because we all reach a point beyond repentance
hear the turmoil within every sentence.
In an Instant
by Conor Cooley
Wise men ask, why, often
not complacent with common.
He's making faces unconscious
with faded pages of solace.
Life's claymation like Wallace, Grommit, serotonin, taxation -
he grabs the wall and vomits -
comet, chronic trauma, tonic momma, wallet closet drama -
makes him just wanna take a walk amongst the tabernaemontana
walkin' with you down baja Tijuana.
by Conor Cooley
Wise men ask, why, often
not complacent with common.
He's making faces unconscious
with faded pages of solace.
Life's claymation like Wallace, Grommit, serotonin, taxation -
he grabs the wall and vomits -
comet, chronic trauma, tonic momma, wallet closet drama -
makes him just wanna take a walk amongst the tabernaemontana
walkin' with you down baja Tijuana.
Changing the Same
By Conor Cooley
Vaguely stated statements, within this state of hatred.
Many complacent, all across the nation, just waiting.
Wouldn’t it be nice to go on vacation?
Yeah here we have a plague of patience, a sickness doctors can’t take away yet.
Still, we are all the patients.
But if we break away bet,
that’s one step towards greatness. Maybe it’s a test.
But we sell our souls away to become one of the rest.
So much for the best. My mind is so clouded with woes I just need some rest, or to get stress off my chest.
But I’m not the type to invest, keep my problems in a chest.
Confidants of a pest are never impressed.
There is hope yet, dim lights in the distance over inlets.
Those who let in love have more interest.
Those who show weakness are the strongest
Nights spent resenting for no reason
Insisting life’s lived to appease our mental seasons.
To suppress them is surely self treason.
Precedence to enjoyment gives light to believe in.
By Conor Cooley
Vaguely stated statements, within this state of hatred.
Many complacent, all across the nation, just waiting.
Wouldn’t it be nice to go on vacation?
Yeah here we have a plague of patience, a sickness doctors can’t take away yet.
Still, we are all the patients.
But if we break away bet,
that’s one step towards greatness. Maybe it’s a test.
But we sell our souls away to become one of the rest.
So much for the best. My mind is so clouded with woes I just need some rest, or to get stress off my chest.
But I’m not the type to invest, keep my problems in a chest.
Confidants of a pest are never impressed.
There is hope yet, dim lights in the distance over inlets.
Those who let in love have more interest.
Those who show weakness are the strongest
Nights spent resenting for no reason
Insisting life’s lived to appease our mental seasons.
To suppress them is surely self treason.
Precedence to enjoyment gives light to believe in.
Enough Already
by Conor Cooley
Through fictitious fissures of fallible feelings, facing facts first and foremost today.
The wrongdoings of the students condemned, we are all one of them.
Unruly justifications, prosthetic sympathy played like a symphony, an absence of melody, a monarchy of greed.
Lies which grow like weeds, silence spreads like disease, corruption seen equivocally.
Changing the way that we see reality, together we put our foot down.
Enough already.
by Conor Cooley
Through fictitious fissures of fallible feelings, facing facts first and foremost today.
The wrongdoings of the students condemned, we are all one of them.
Unruly justifications, prosthetic sympathy played like a symphony, an absence of melody, a monarchy of greed.
Lies which grow like weeds, silence spreads like disease, corruption seen equivocally.
Changing the way that we see reality, together we put our foot down.
Enough already.
Mine in Mind
by Conor Cooley
Mining for diamonds
and I sure would like to find 'em
because the stars ain't aligning.
Leaving me confined to find all the problems of mine in my mind
deeper in this mine diggin' to just pass the time.
Yet so many ask me why I live my life on the side lines
as if it were just passin' by.
But someday they will realize that it just was...
not my time, to shine.
by Conor Cooley
Mining for diamonds
and I sure would like to find 'em
because the stars ain't aligning.
Leaving me confined to find all the problems of mine in my mind
deeper in this mine diggin' to just pass the time.
Yet so many ask me why I live my life on the side lines
as if it were just passin' by.
But someday they will realize that it just was...
not my time, to shine.
Tides
by Conor Cooley
On pace for collaboration, my fate calls for patience.
So I'll stop talking past tense in every sentence.
When days are bad they're bound to get better when you aren't sad-
I've found that I never anticipate bad weather
October now, soon to be September.
What with souls colder than ever,
frozen over the letters.
Nocturne-sleep seems-so restless.
by Conor Cooley
On pace for collaboration, my fate calls for patience.
So I'll stop talking past tense in every sentence.
When days are bad they're bound to get better when you aren't sad-
I've found that I never anticipate bad weather
October now, soon to be September.
What with souls colder than ever,
frozen over the letters.
Nocturne-sleep seems-so restless.
All That's Left
by Conor Cooley
Passing through what once was new, making wishes at noon, for those he didn’t know. Far below the surface of the soul, a masquerade of past tense pain, digging a deeper hole than outwardly appears so. Efforts are in vain, though they stain, with crimson shame blotted atop of butane veins. Messages in lampshades shed light on the days where childhood once played-
has since washed away…
…In the past it stays. Perhaps better that way.
Once red rover, now mayday. Closure in mysterious ways.
Jump back in months before days. To October pause and raze, expectations led astray. Start where we begin, try to be original, back to the origin, of that which was once so simple.
Once so little, not much has changed.
The only difference now are these chains…
…Of regulatory pain. So hard to just contain. If life’s a spark I’m propane. Play tradsies with the fears we used to have seems a little crazy to me now. Once scared of the dark, trade that now for this fear of the heart. So much worse, but that’s baggage I’ve got, played my cards, perhaps more times than not. Game of life lost-
Tossed to the void…
...A lost astronaut, can not avoid, things dead ahead, a linear point.
Always felt like life was passing me by, maybe that's the reason why the future’s close behind.
Regifting the present to the past, I close my eyes. Think of the days when life seemed alright.
Perhaps tasked now with the hardest part of life. Find a ray of light in the darkness of the night.
Capture it out of flight-trapped within your sight.
Explosion bright-lit dynamite.
We may die tomorrow, so let's just live
tonight.
by Conor Cooley
Passing through what once was new, making wishes at noon, for those he didn’t know. Far below the surface of the soul, a masquerade of past tense pain, digging a deeper hole than outwardly appears so. Efforts are in vain, though they stain, with crimson shame blotted atop of butane veins. Messages in lampshades shed light on the days where childhood once played-
has since washed away…
…In the past it stays. Perhaps better that way.
Once red rover, now mayday. Closure in mysterious ways.
Jump back in months before days. To October pause and raze, expectations led astray. Start where we begin, try to be original, back to the origin, of that which was once so simple.
Once so little, not much has changed.
The only difference now are these chains…
…Of regulatory pain. So hard to just contain. If life’s a spark I’m propane. Play tradsies with the fears we used to have seems a little crazy to me now. Once scared of the dark, trade that now for this fear of the heart. So much worse, but that’s baggage I’ve got, played my cards, perhaps more times than not. Game of life lost-
Tossed to the void…
...A lost astronaut, can not avoid, things dead ahead, a linear point.
Always felt like life was passing me by, maybe that's the reason why the future’s close behind.
Regifting the present to the past, I close my eyes. Think of the days when life seemed alright.
Perhaps tasked now with the hardest part of life. Find a ray of light in the darkness of the night.
Capture it out of flight-trapped within your sight.
Explosion bright-lit dynamite.
We may die tomorrow, so let's just live
tonight.
All The Needless Talking
Fake news, old school, everything we don’t do.
Presently unprecedented president, what fools we are.
Unless I am heaven sent, surely can’t-go that far.
Maybe it’s irrelevant..
Maybe time celibate..
Livin' for the hell of it..
Maybe I’m selling this, for more than it’s worth.
Soul’s cold yes it is, living way up north.
Livin' my whole life, just searching for more.
Until lately, I didn’t know what for.
Please tell me why, we fight all these wars?
Say all these words, it only hurts more.
Just leaves me..
Playin all these games, just me within my brain.
Tryna hide from the pain, just try my best-contain.
But these days blend the same, a boatload of pain.
Happy purple haze, a sleepless daze, zombifying days.
Onward I replace, all the bad, just embrace it.
Oh no-when did I-become so complacent?
Man I gotta face this, until now, demon's been faceless.
When there’s no art, life is tasteless-Enterprizes adjacent.
Me and my gracelessness, sorry I been yellin’ out for bliss.
When it comes to art, I would die for it.
I’d try sellin out but I can’t afford it.
Goin down to Hannaford let’s, keep the bill minimal.
Keep it real simple so, we don’t let savings go.
Earning just to let it go.
Shoulda seen it comin’ though.
Due to all that I don’t know, frequent heart denial scope.
Slowly let my mind erode, searching for unknown.
Every day that’s where I go.
Feel insane rockin’ to-and-fro.
All the need-less talking slows,
My a-bil-i-ty to grow.
Please pause ____ breathe slow
These thoughts ____ won’t go.
You didn't though.
Fake news, old school, everything we don’t do.
Presently unprecedented president, what fools we are.
Unless I am heaven sent, surely can’t-go that far.
Maybe it’s irrelevant..
Maybe time celibate..
Livin' for the hell of it..
Maybe I’m selling this, for more than it’s worth.
Soul’s cold yes it is, living way up north.
Livin' my whole life, just searching for more.
Until lately, I didn’t know what for.
Please tell me why, we fight all these wars?
Say all these words, it only hurts more.
Just leaves me..
Playin all these games, just me within my brain.
Tryna hide from the pain, just try my best-contain.
But these days blend the same, a boatload of pain.
Happy purple haze, a sleepless daze, zombifying days.
Onward I replace, all the bad, just embrace it.
Oh no-when did I-become so complacent?
Man I gotta face this, until now, demon's been faceless.
When there’s no art, life is tasteless-Enterprizes adjacent.
Me and my gracelessness, sorry I been yellin’ out for bliss.
When it comes to art, I would die for it.
I’d try sellin out but I can’t afford it.
Goin down to Hannaford let’s, keep the bill minimal.
Keep it real simple so, we don’t let savings go.
Earning just to let it go.
Shoulda seen it comin’ though.
Due to all that I don’t know, frequent heart denial scope.
Slowly let my mind erode, searching for unknown.
Every day that’s where I go.
Feel insane rockin’ to-and-fro.
All the need-less talking slows,
My a-bil-i-ty to grow.
Please pause ____ breathe slow
These thoughts ____ won’t go.
You didn't though.