Garren Martirossian

"Pen and paper make a cute couple."

Introduction

If you enjoy composition, reading, and the arts, you're in the right place. Welcome to the Writer's Workshop, where I believe one can still-frame intellectual creativity by simply publishing it! Here you will find a compilation of my creative works and it is my sincere hope to inspire a similar confidence in you. Therefore, it is my desire to offer you a welcoming, fun, interactive and creative environment throughout my blog.

Personal

I am originally from Oklahoma yet soon found myself all grown up, currently residing near the surface of the sun in Arizona. I am an Arizona State University graduate, having achieved a Bachelors of Science in Kinesiology, and now a Registered Respiratory Therapist, aiding a variety of patients facing pulmonary challenges. Writing became an integral part throughout my studies, and life in general. Many walks of life and personal experiences lead me to express myself through composition. My hobbies include writing, reading, basketball, bass (fish and guitar), cars, coffee, cooking and food.

Conclusion

I believe my blog to truly be an intellectual display of my own creative works in writing. Enjoy the site and its many features. Be sure to sign up for the free subscription below to receive my latest entry as it publishes. Engage as a Community to share your thoughts, comments, creative writing and chance to link your own website/blog! Furthermore, my Store always offers coffee mugs, shirts, gift cards and more at amazing deals, plus always fast and free delivery! Finally, the greatest compliment is sharing my blog with others, as it is intended to provide hope and inspiration. Thank you for visiting and come again!

Sincerely,

Garren

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Code Blue

Silence lulls the deadening halls

Dims and darkens as sunset falls

A start to shift that took off quick

Shown sorted by notes in pen, blue Bic

For now a moment shows little to do

Walking back to my desk, that’s right, new shoes

Caught up with the charting I have no clue

Soon to be hearing the call code blue

Overhead tones that start to ding

Drive the rushing of heart to bring

My speedy arrival to one in need

Keep them breathing and stop the bleed

We have one shot we have the chance

Make it rain so they can dance

We bagged, compressed, gave meds and scanned

Skillfully tried by many blessed hands

You stood your test we did our best

Fight not anymore, your time to rest

From once a full room to empty nest

You’re never forgotten we’re truly blessed

Under eternal spotlight and perfect heart

The storm’s no more, let’s dance, you start!

To honor a life and calm the cries

A moment of silence to say our goodbyes

We Remember

Screams, outcry, chaos, crashes, fire, collapse, loss, and terror are just a few words to describe a tragic event which took place on a morning least expected, yet everyone recalls and one no one forgets. As some set out for work, students were dropped off at school, others on their day off; waking up to what would appear a typical morning for many. As the news broke, many were still on their way by cars, busses, trains and on foot. As planes struck, many innocent lives struggled to escape to safety, as they could hardly see, and even some who leapt to their death from stories high, feeling this would be their only chance before the flames caught on. After the rubble settled and the sky appeared a transparent ashy grey, faces of devastation and loneliness stood clear, yet appeared as dark as it could. Never forget the rescue teams, law enforcement, coworkers, and even one stranger to another who took charge and sacrificed their lives to save any next victim out of the collapsing Twin Towers. One nation never felt as close as it did and remains as strong as it is today, brother for brother, under God. We remember best as 9/11.

 

Press On

Don't give your past 1 second of thought. Sometimes, not thinking back helps you move forward, because when you look ahead, you have more reason to keep going. The only time it helps to look back is to remind yourself of where you've come from, only to get more out of it!

Perfection

Think of perfection in your mind. Inside, you consider yourself a Ford built tough or a tough cookie, no matter the circumstance. Truthfully in life, you've witnessed and experienced stress, confusion, difficulty, anger, jealousy, losses, stumbles and falls. However, because you woke up today also means you pulled through, gained experience and just a bit more wisdom to take on today and live another tomorrow. Nobody is perfect in an obvious world of mistakes. Call it what you may, but always remember that God saw your success today, as He carried you through yesterday's struggles. You fell but still got up; now that's perfect!

2 of Hearts

So soon you left

Never knowing more, I wept

Once together, once 2 hearts

Now you're gone, now apart

We had good times, we had bad times

But I miss too much to make more rhymes

Advancing a lifetime like 5 minutes to nine

Now it's time to let you go

But not forever, this I know

It's 9 pm

So off to bed I go

Tomorrow awakes its own struggles

Maybe some toils, even some troubles

Someday too my time will come

The day these 2 hearts meet as one

Rated PG

A parents’ love has no limit

For the blessed children of theirs in it

Even the height of sky is sky high

For so is this love and I’ll tell you why

Now ladies first, so welcome Mrs. Mother

Her love like no other

In times of trouble, she’ll comfort, she’ll collect

In times of worry, help forget

Children be patient

I’m not done explaining

Mr. Father, thank you for waiting

He strengthens, builds, he restores

You’re only 14 now

Give it 4 more years, you’ll grow more

Well it seems we’re through with roll call

But remember both love you most of all

Each in their own strengths, their own way

Now your turn to say you love them today

Sunset Soldier

This was it. Never did I imagine this day would creep up like a calm before the storm. I stood with impatience to a gloomy afternoon. Awaiting my soldier's arrival downstairs to the hallway, I could hear the commotion in preparation for war. Footsteps began down the stairs, as my eyes grew big to my well-dressed son. One final persuasion stood no chance. He loved his country too much to not defend it; much the kind of love a parent would have for their child.  As we headed out the doorway for what seemed like that last time, our eyes could only fill with tears. After all, it only seemed like yesterday we crossed this very street together. But a sudden hope and promise grew strong, as a gloomy afternoon opened to a beautiful sunlit sky. Standing today, I see my little soldier fading into the sunset. Tomorrow, I will see him walk toward me.

One-A-Chord

Imagine diversifying music theory to another dimension; differences. Solos don't work as well in this composition, as a new theory has arrived. Solos can sound nice on their own. Now add in a blending chord or backing choir, and you have fullness. Just as each solo can sound different, so do opinions, ideas and theories. However, this theory advises one strong voice, expressed boldly by an accompaniment of differences like strings on a guitar; all in one-a-chord.

Moment in Time

No moment is too close nor too far

And surely no opportunity is too big nor too small

  

You hear a mind is a terrible thing to waste

And that one man's trash is another man's treasure

So don't wad your idea like scratch paper

For too many in line behind you will think it better

  

You have the mind, the creativity and the desire

Unknowing many for you secretly admire

This passion-like fire in your dream to acquire

  

I said no moment is too close nor too far

It's just now

And no opportunity is too big nor too small

But it's there, and that's all

For the Win

In all you do, look around 

Look to the left and look to the right;

For competition exists like a track race for the win

 

Never look down

For the ground shines no light at the end of a tunnel

And one looks down to frown

Foremost look up,

For guidance will lead you to the finish line

And wisdom wins you the gold

Daylight Moon

Distracted to a dying night

Commotion settled as the echoing voices faded with the light

Ships, cars, people departing as the dim sky settled in

The sand, the scenery, the crashing of waves less apparent

 

A daylight soon departed without sight

Staring off into a falling night

Our impressions left inscribed in the sand

 

Sitting side by side before the fade

My left hand attempted grasping her right hand

Only to feel an imprint of her hand in the sand

 

In the fade of all commotion

I stood alone in confusion

As enough trickling daylight moon revealed

Footsteps walking distant in the sand

Her too fading less apparent

Reflective Truth

I may have been forgotten quickly, never quite made lasting friendships with anyone, nor stood out loud, via status quo; but in my heart know the true loving and positive impact I left on this Earth of myself in those temporary moments; all in my own supernaturally created way. I really did have it all. That's truth and reflection.