My Bio

Hi, my name is Tristan Vesely, and I would like to welcome you to my blog. I am a senior at Las Lomas High School, and love to write creatively in a variety of ways. I love writing in poetry, with good tone and pace and the likes. My strengths as a writer are confidence in what I write and literary flow once I start writing; I never have a problem writing a story from beginning to end straight through. Sometimes I struggle with the effort of actually getting started on a piece of writing (ahem, this blog……) but when I do I usually can turn something halfway decent out with little to no effort. As a reader, I love to read basically any poetry, but I really love writing about things that I have felt in my own life. This ranges from love poems to hate poems, from poems about nature to poems about nothing. I just love to write things that I think I as a reader would love to read. Throughout this course, I’ve been surprised the level of work I can crank out when need be. Some of the deadlines came up on me quickly, but I never really struggled with getting the work done in time once I got started. I hope as I continue to grow writing will continue to be an influential part of my life, because this course has shown me just how fun and important writing really is when you do it on a daily basis.

The Car Crash

This was written for the one syllable assignment. I thought it was so hard to write only in one syllable throughout the story and still sound like a normal person, not a computer. It was hard to write in one syllable anyways! But this story focuses on my dad's car crash a few years ago. Enjoy.

One day my dad was in the car to come back from the hills. He had been there to ride bikes on the rocks and dirt. Theses bikes were built to go over any land. While he was on his way home, there was very hard rain. He was in his sports car, which was a bright hue and went fast. On the road there was paint, which was slick with rain. He hit the paint with his tire, and the car did a turn to its side. It then did a flip, then two more, and by the grace of God, came to stop on a tree in front of a cliff. This tree saved his life that day, and it try to thank it once a day.

My dad was scared when he crashed the car. He hiked to the top of the hill to try and find help on the road. No one was near, and he had no bars on his cell phone, so he could not call for help. He walked until he saw a car, which took quite some time. They drove him to town and he called for help. The tow truck came by and saved the day.

Praise of a Neighbor

This was a poem in memory of my late next door neighbor, who died earlier this year. I grew up living next to him for almost 13 years and got to know him very well, and he deserved this poem in memory of him. This one's for you Jug. Enjoy.

I remember way back in the day

We’d come outside and proceed to play

Running all around the court

We’d be there all day.

You would stand around and watch

And laugh as you passed by

The days would always seem so long

They would never seem to fly.

You’d always say hello

The memories stand so clear

Yet how was I supposed to know

The end of it all was so near?

Your tree had the best

View on the street

There was not one doubt in my mind

The other neighbors you beat.

Although I rarely got the chance

To swim in your pool

You always seemed to offer

In the summer, to stay cool.

So to anyone else

These may just look like random memories.

But I will never forget you, Jug.

Thanks for a great history.

Our Getaway

This was the only love poem I allowed myself to write all year, because I felt feminized and disappointed in myself after I wrote it. Mostly because I enjoyed it too much. It's about running away to my heaven, which is located up in the mountains. This is my favorite place ever. Enjoy.

We can walk
By the creek
Everyday
Every week
Just take my hand
And we'll run.

We can build
A cozy log cabin
In the mountains
Fill it with plants
Flowers
And fountains
Just take my hand
And we'll run.

We would have
Everything we need
I'd have you
And you'd always have me
We'll live off the land
With simply some hard work
Just my hand
And we'll run.

So come now
Don't hesitate
We'll run
We'll run
Just take my hand
And we'll run far.

Shawna, The Forever Loved Princess!

I wrote this story for the music story assignment in class based off of the classical music. Like anyone else, when I thought of classical I thought of rich, upperclass people, specifically royalty. So that's what this story became about; a princess in Europe named Shawna. Enjoy.

T’was a beautiful day when Shawna descended into the countryside. It seems like it happened just yesterday. It wasn’t often that she spent time with the poorer, more average countryfolk, but it was her job as princess and heir to the throne to represent all of her pupils. She first travelled to the town center to deliver a speech to the people of the town. She started off by referencing a flashback of hers…

“One night, I had a dream. In this dream, my mother and father were fighting in the kitchen. Mother had just prepared dinner, and father was complaining that the smells and colors of it all were very funny and off. He thought she had prepared a poor meal for him to get him back for his recent moodiness that had been bugging her. She just didn’t understand the stress he was under, he would think to himself. Being the king and queen, you’d think that my parents interactions would be different than most of the interactions that you people of this town would have. But no, you see, we all have our own small issues and fights just like everyone else. And that’s why I came here to speak to you today; to get your opinions on…”

Right as she said that, there was a lout cracking noise. The noise was that of a gun firing off. Everyone in the crowd dropped to their stomachs, afraid that there would be more gunshots. On the stage, the princess was lying on the ground, her white dress already soaked in blood. Anyone could have instantly told that she was gone, forever. Tears began to well up in many people’s eyes as they interpreted the severity of the situation. The country’s princess, THE heir to the throne, was gone. They hurt for her family, they hurt for their country. But most of all, the one question burning on all their minds was where the shot had come from. One man felt so strong that he would not allow any more damage to be done to his townspeople that he decided to do something about it.

He jumped up and took off sprinting in the general direction of where the sound had come. He ran and ran and ran, but couldn’t see anyone very suspicious looking or wielding a weapon at all. Just as he was about to give up the chase for the enemy to his country, he saw a man whisk down a dark alley out of the corner of his eye. “This is it,” he thought to himself, “I’m gonna get this guy once and for all.” The runner could tell he was being chased, so the man was hesitant to follow after him so diligently, but he could not deny the fact that the killer must be caught. He ran to the end of the alley where he had last seen the murderer and veered sharply left, the way he had thought he saw the killer turn. Right as the man turned the corner, there was a flash and a loud bang. He reached down to feel where the bullet had torn into his stomach, and collapsed. He couldn’t believe it. The killer had gotten him.

I Swear, We're Not Related

This vignette was written about the relationship between me and my brother, and just how different we really are. It recalls one day I came home from school and had an interesting interaction with him. He has to be adopted. It's either him or me. Enjoy.

It was an average school-week Friday. I had spent the day at school, and once I had returned I couldn’t wait to get out of the house to do something social. I really didn’t have any set plans for the day, so I was still looking for something to do. I was hoping to do something outside and in the fresh air. I normally was released from school during 6^th period, so I’d be the first home out of my family. Normally my brother was home by around 3:30, and this particular Friday was no different than any other.

Right on cue, Robert burst into the door, gallivanting down the hallway straight into the kitchen. As usual he was decked out in the most clashing clothes you could ever even imagine, a lime green t-shirt with blue shorts and brown shoes. His socks have never matched even one time, and it’s a surprise he even manages to remember to put on his underwear in the morning. After hearing him come into the house, I went into the kitchen to speak with him quickly.

“Hey Rob, how was school? Got any plans for today?” I said as I walked in on him already throwing his snack in the oven. He loves to cook.

He sang in response, “Nooooo I do nooooott! School was booooooring as AAAAAALLways!” After this he ran to the couch and sat down, where I’m sure he stayed the rest of the afternoon without moving.

As I walked out the door, I could only scratch my head and wonder how two children from the same gene pool could end up so differently. I swear, I’m adopted.

Living the Life of Riley

This story was written for the dog story homework assignment earlier this semester. I wrote it about the world from the viewpoint of a pompous cat, which made for a fun write. It was fun to take on the roll of an animal and trying to translate their thoughts to text. Enjoy.

I do tell you there is no life better than that I get to live. The life of a feline is unlike any other in the animal kingdom. We get to eat all we want, we have all the freedom we could ever dream of, and we have a family that we can use and twist in any way we so desire. Being the sophisticated feline I am, I can waltz around along fences, roofs and trees all day long, then come home and get all the food I could ever dream of. Then it’s back outside to go on the hunt.

Anytime I want something, there’s one simple way to get it. All of us in the feline community know how to twist our pitiful families’ arms. To get my treats of choice, or a new toy, or anything, all I have to do to win my humans over is one thing: the kitty eyes. For example, one day I wanted a new spool or yarn, as I had just destroyed the last of my latest spool. All I had to do was look my owner, Tim, straight in the eyes, break out the kitty face, and use the most stupid, overplayed phrase of all: “Meow!” As soon as he saw the eyes and heard my apparently adorable meow, he realized my yarn was out.

He replied, “AWWWWW! Is your yarn out?!?!?!?! I’ll run straight to the store to get you a new spool-no, I’ll get you TEN new spools! Anything for the cutest kitty in the world!”

Pitiful humans. Not only will they buy us whatever we want, but they’ll pet us for HOURS on end! It’s like they have all the patience in the world! Even when I shed all over their hands, clothes, furniture, and just about everything else, it’s like they just don’t care. They just keep petting! I love using my owner’s patience against them.

In addition, being a genius feline has another added benefit: teasing the local neighborhood dogs. I’ll tell you about my favorite trick of all. Whenever we cats are hanging about lazing around in the sun, and see the local gang of dogs, we run right in front of them. Now, the dogs are faster than us, so after some time they get very close. But we are cats, after all. We would never get caught. Right as the dogs get just close enough to nearly catch us, we find the nearest tree, and all jump up it as fast as we can. We climb to the first branch and taunt the dogs from our new vantage point until they all leave. That one always gets the gang a good laugh.

So as you see, the life of one of us genius cats really is the one to live. We get to eat, sleep, hunt, get pet, and whatever else we want, whenever we want it. We get to tease dumb dogs, use dumb humans to our advantage, and basically anything we so desire. So enjoy your life as whatever wasteful being you are, because nothing can compare to the joys of being a cat.