Wednesday, February 9, 2011

21 Little Poetry Projects (from the Class webite) [Expressive Poetry to show a different format of writing]

* Imaged not owned by me

The hard door was velvet under my finger tips,
Its key hold spoke to me, its metal moving curiously, as if it was talking to a friend,
“I smell something precious. It’s bit musty and rake, much like rooting word, I suppose.”
My nose caught sight of it, in that moments, making my face scrunch up in disgust.
I was too timorous of Frank’s feelings to tell him it was him,
The smell was magically beautiful if you thought about it.
Frank was in the middle of nowhere.
Somethin’ like a blank slant, not exactly off the hinges.
Every door had a bad day; it was Frank’s bad day.
“That’s as cool as a dog in circus outfit.”
The velvet door of knowledge told me that.
He was soft like a pillow, that door.
He walked with the confidence and swagger of a top cat.
Savannah was all impressed.
The door would walk down that road and never come back.
Obscene Frank walked the alley with pride.
It amazingly true how he stood, with no accessories to cover his hard polished wood, his polished knocker and walking he stood.
I think the French call it demarche.
“Why are you still here, my dear?”
The door stood on the corner of Hershey Street and Main,
It had not been opened in years,
And it longed for affection.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Bellwork: February 1st (Writing to the Picture)

A piece of shrivled up nothing; hopeless, pitiful, and full of mournful thoughts. Reachig for something, anything, to grab hold of, to pull myself out. My fingers clutch nothing, only thin air, and slowly I see the clouds layer more, get darker and lower than I've ever seen. I start to feel myself pull away, deeper within myself, where I swore I wouldn't go again. Old habits die hard, though, and I just sink lower into this hole. This hole of misery and pain  few other experience, yet I can't do anything about it. I have to be strong, bottle up those fears and feelings, be strong for those around me. I paste on asmile, act as if nothing is going wrong and when others need me, I'm there. The hug, the smile, the everlasting strong place to hold onto. I can't find anything to hold onto though, like everyone else is finding in me. Maybe it's just pride, or fear, or a need not to share. I'm never totally sure.
My fingers clutch at thin air, while I'm the strong one for others. Reaching for something, anything to grab hold of, to pull myself out; yet everything feels like it's pushing me down.

(I don't feel this way constantly, but there have been so tough times in my life. Who hasn't had them?)

Friday, January 28, 2011

I dare you to be more random...

This is all of my "orinigal examples" from the vocab:

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I’m having a bad day,
How about you?
The Madder the Hatter,
The more the fun.
I’m so hungry,
I could eat a 10 lb. chicken.
She wore a bright red dress,
But the color was gray in her eyes.
We all need to find ourselves,
Loss everything else.
The fries’ grease and smell,
Floated through the air.
To love,
To hate.
Love is amazing too.
To find love is…
She sits alone,
in her own little world.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Dialogue

            “Hey, twin,” I mumbled softly under my breath, daring not to look my best friend in the eyes.
            “Hey! Oh my god I’m so excited! You know how much I’ve always wanted to go out of the country and I’ll have to bring my camera of course,” Jenna said, barely breathing and moving her hands with extreme vigor.  “We’ll have to go see some of the lakes. I wonder if you can hug pandas in Japan?! That would be so cool! I mean I know China definitely does, but that’s only if you pay a lot. I’m sure I can use my Asian persuasion to let us in, though-”
            “Twin, the thing is…,” I mumbled again, hoping she would hear me, but realizing she wouldn’t when she talked right over my words like road kill.
            “- but does Asian persuasion ever work on other Asians? I wonder, it’s something I will have to add to our bucket list to find out. This is so exciting! I can’t believe you’re parents are letting us go! Ahhhh,” she shrilled, something she didn’t do often, jumping up and down. “This. Is. The. Coolest. Thing. EVER!”
            “Twin,” I said louder and with a no nonsense tone in my voice this time.
            She stopped and blinked at me before tilting her head slightly to the side. “Yessss?”
            “I feel horrible to say this, but you aren’t going,” I said, biting my cheek as soon as the words came out of my mouth.
            “What?! Why,” Jenna said, her once excited voice becoming quiet and I felt like crying. She looked like a vulnerable little 6 year-old.
            “I’m taking Beca,” I grumbled, my voice turning into a soft, almost inaudible and incomprehensible, jumble of words that half the time only she could understand. “She’s leaving me, twin, I have to spend more time with her before she leaves me for all her college buddies and ceases to remember me.”
            “Savannah Heavenly…,” she trailed off and hit me extremely hard in my shoulder with her thick math binder. Then taking a deep breath she said, “Fine.”
            “You’re mad aren’t you,” I asked, feeling even worse than before. I hated when people were mad at me.
            “Of course I am,” she said giving me that look that Hannah gave Blake every time he said something stupid. “However, you’re my twin, so I have to forgive you or else Twinworld would fall apart, hell would rein on Earth – not that we would have issues with that of course – and I would die of loneliness, so I demand that you Skype me every day, and taking pictures and video of everything and if you don’t, you can just go crawl into your emo corner and cry.”
            I chuckled and questioned, “And you plan to do what with that time?”
            “Curse you and make fun of the fact that you love to use words like horrid, of course.”
            “First off, horrid is not a weird word, and I don’t see how it could be. I mean-”
            “Who says horrid, Twin? People with fake British accents? It has to be one of the least commonly used words in the English language next to conundrum!”
            “No, it is not…wait, what’s a conundrum,” I asked suddenly confused.
            “Exactly!”

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Misguided Ghosts by Paramore


The Lyrics
{Verse 1}
I am going away for a while
But I'll be back, don't try and follow me
'Cause I'll return as soon as possible
See I'm trying to find my place
But it might not be here where I feel safe
We all learn to make mistakes

{Chorus}
And run
From them, from them
With no direction
We'll run from them, from them
With no conviction

'Cause I'm just one of those ghosts
Traveling endlessly
Don't need no roads
In fact they follow me

And we just go in circles

{Verse 2}
Well Now I'm told that this is life
And pain is just a simple compromise
So we can get what we want out of it
Would someone care to classify,
Of broken hearts and twisted minds
So I can find someone to rely on

{Chorus}
And run
To them, to them
Full speed ahead
Oh you are not useless
We are just

Misguided ghosts
Traveling endlessly
The ones we trusted the most
Pushed us far away
And there's no one road
We should not be the same
But I'm just a ghost
And still they echo me

They echo me in circles

The Meaning
I have always loved this song since the first moment I heard it, and have known the words ever since. To me, it reminds us all that we all make mistakes and a lot of the time we run from those mistakes, but that's only human. We're all trying to find our place in this world and most of the time it seems like we never will until that moment of nirvana when we realize who we are. We all choose our own path, but on our way there, we need people we can turn to when times get tough and we can't keep running anymore because life is hard and we need a solid person through it, someone who may or may not be able to help us all the time. Life is a thing that is full of everything, pain, love, and sometimes compomises, but we have to learn to make the best out of all of it. We shouldn't all be the same and we should learn to live on our own, even if we need a little help along the way, that to me is the meaning of this song.