It
It was tugging me,
I want you to reveal yourself,
You created a sore spot,
No one dared to question it.
It contradicts itself,
It is so hidden,
Meanwhile,
It is not supposed to be missing.
Peculation scurried through me,
You caused this without me even knowing you,
Anyone’s mine would scramble,
Mine is stuck.
You’ve taunted me lately,
But I feel bad for you.
These are not mistakes
Or your misjudgments,
I'll tell you what this is:
It's your heartless,
selfish,
thoughtless,
choices.
You not thinking I'm worth it.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Self- Assessment
1) The poems I like the least to the poems I like best:
The Perfect Picture
My Five Senses
Hope Loss
Sorrow/Pain
Indecisive
The stages of life
This will eat at you
I'm most proud of my poem "This will eat at you" because after I finish reading it, I have the urge to read it again and that doesn't happen with my other pieces. Also for once I knew where to place a period instead of a comma.
2) The stories I like the least to the stories I like the best:
Birthday Drama- not complete
My Thanksgiving feast- not complete
That new beginning soon ended
I'm most proud of That new beginning soon ended because this is the only story I finished. I honestly rather not write stories, I rather use my time writing poems.
3) The writing activity that I was least successful with was when you would assign the class to just write about a clip from you-tube. You created a challenge for me when you wouldn't assign certain words or pictures we would have to base our writing off of. Especially assigned words made it more clear for me to think of a main theme I would write about. However just the you-tube clip made it more vague and it took me a longer time to think about what my writing should be based on.
4)I feel most comfortable writing poems because I feel I draw the readers attention when I put my personal feelings into it. Also I like how poems are broken into different stanzas and lines can be shorter than others which I think makes it more enjoyable and easier to read.
5)
1) The poems I like the least to the poems I like best:
The Perfect Picture
My Five Senses
Hope Loss
Sorrow/Pain
Indecisive
The stages of life
This will eat at you
I'm most proud of my poem "This will eat at you" because after I finish reading it, I have the urge to read it again and that doesn't happen with my other pieces. Also for once I knew where to place a period instead of a comma.
2) The stories I like the least to the stories I like the best:
Birthday Drama- not complete
My Thanksgiving feast- not complete
That new beginning soon ended
I'm most proud of That new beginning soon ended because this is the only story I finished. I honestly rather not write stories, I rather use my time writing poems.
3) The writing activity that I was least successful with was when you would assign the class to just write about a clip from you-tube. You created a challenge for me when you wouldn't assign certain words or pictures we would have to base our writing off of. Especially assigned words made it more clear for me to think of a main theme I would write about. However just the you-tube clip made it more vague and it took me a longer time to think about what my writing should be based on.
4)I feel most comfortable writing poems because I feel I draw the readers attention when I put my personal feelings into it. Also I like how poems are broken into different stanzas and lines can be shorter than others which I think makes it more enjoyable and easier to read.
5)
Letter of Reflection
My portfolio shows the progress I have made from the beginning when I handed in my first writing piece. I feel I have put more effort in improving my diction and using more creative styles of writing. For instance, instead of using the word nice, I would use cordial and I would put certain words in brackets at the end of a line to make my writing more catchy. Reading through my pieces, I have discovered that my favorite pieces are the ones when I write about my own experiences and when I put down on paper my own thoughts and feelings. I've developed skills that have shown through while writing poetry, when I was told to write poetry I thought all my lines had to rhyme. Now I've realized the best kind of poetry are the pieces that don't reveal the main idea of the poem, therefore the ones that are hard to figure out. I still need to work on reading and revising my work. I put commas in places where they are not needed, and break up lines where I should keep as one line.
I feel that my best writing piece was when I wrote a long poem about the stages of life. I watched a short video on the growth of a flower which I related to the stages of life. I wrote how each stage of life relates to us entering a new side of the world. The beginning of the poem started off as a new born child and what their part is in the big world. Next, I went onto describing what kind of rules a young girl or boy has to follow and what they experience in the early stages of life. Then I described how teenagers see a different side of the world, and develop independence while in college. After the college life, there's marriage and parenting. During the stage of marriage and parenting, I wrote about the feeling of settling with your family and your role as a parent. I describe the stage of being a grandmother as being a seeker and getting taken care of. I ended the poem with death, which resembled a flower that is peddle-less. At first I was just going to simply write about growth but I came to really enjoy how I wrote about the stages of life in dept. While I was writing this I learned to look further than my own prediction of what I would feel at each stage of life. Instead I would put myself in other peoples shoes or ask what they thought about that time period of their life. As a writer, I was trying to convey to the readers messages about life and how to not look at life as a whole but as different parts that you will experience. This piece shows that I have an understanding of what life has to offer. I feel that this is one of my best pieces because I feel I have a connection to my readers because most people will experience these stages of life.
The goals I set for myself at the beginning of this course was to be open to criticism that might be thrown at my pieces of writing and I told myself to take time from each day to be creative or to write about something that was on my mind. I feel I accomplished my goals pretty well. When I received criticism it only encouraged myself to pay more attention to those errors. The goal I set for writing a little everyday, I feel I accomplished because any time I had time to write I took that opportunity. My goals for the future are to continue to use writing to relief certain emotions or reveal exciting thoughts. Also to continue to learn how to use more creative styles of writing because they only have a positive impact on my writing.
The difference between when I wrote my first piece of writing and my last piece of writing is that I started to write more about my own experiences. My more recent pieces have been longer, my diction has improved and I've seen improvement in the way I end my poems. My endings seem to be getting stronger and I feel satisfied when I've finished reading my poems.
My portfolio shows the progress I have made from the beginning when I handed in my first writing piece. I feel I have put more effort in improving my diction and using more creative styles of writing. For instance, instead of using the word nice, I would use cordial and I would put certain words in brackets at the end of a line to make my writing more catchy. Reading through my pieces, I have discovered that my favorite pieces are the ones when I write about my own experiences and when I put down on paper my own thoughts and feelings. I've developed skills that have shown through while writing poetry, when I was told to write poetry I thought all my lines had to rhyme. Now I've realized the best kind of poetry are the pieces that don't reveal the main idea of the poem, therefore the ones that are hard to figure out. I still need to work on reading and revising my work. I put commas in places where they are not needed, and break up lines where I should keep as one line.
I feel that my best writing piece was when I wrote a long poem about the stages of life. I watched a short video on the growth of a flower which I related to the stages of life. I wrote how each stage of life relates to us entering a new side of the world. The beginning of the poem started off as a new born child and what their part is in the big world. Next, I went onto describing what kind of rules a young girl or boy has to follow and what they experience in the early stages of life. Then I described how teenagers see a different side of the world, and develop independence while in college. After the college life, there's marriage and parenting. During the stage of marriage and parenting, I wrote about the feeling of settling with your family and your role as a parent. I describe the stage of being a grandmother as being a seeker and getting taken care of. I ended the poem with death, which resembled a flower that is peddle-less. At first I was just going to simply write about growth but I came to really enjoy how I wrote about the stages of life in dept. While I was writing this I learned to look further than my own prediction of what I would feel at each stage of life. Instead I would put myself in other peoples shoes or ask what they thought about that time period of their life. As a writer, I was trying to convey to the readers messages about life and how to not look at life as a whole but as different parts that you will experience. This piece shows that I have an understanding of what life has to offer. I feel that this is one of my best pieces because I feel I have a connection to my readers because most people will experience these stages of life.
The goals I set for myself at the beginning of this course was to be open to criticism that might be thrown at my pieces of writing and I told myself to take time from each day to be creative or to write about something that was on my mind. I feel I accomplished my goals pretty well. When I received criticism it only encouraged myself to pay more attention to those errors. The goal I set for writing a little everyday, I feel I accomplished because any time I had time to write I took that opportunity. My goals for the future are to continue to use writing to relief certain emotions or reveal exciting thoughts. Also to continue to learn how to use more creative styles of writing because they only have a positive impact on my writing.
The difference between when I wrote my first piece of writing and my last piece of writing is that I started to write more about my own experiences. My more recent pieces have been longer, my diction has improved and I've seen improvement in the way I end my poems. My endings seem to be getting stronger and I feel satisfied when I've finished reading my poems.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Your tone leaves my mind scrambling,
Your good intentions weaken me,
Your guidance is discomforting, [You pull me in, I’m trapped]
You’re lacking honesty,
Confront me.
You lost me in your fears;
Act strong.
I cringe and shiver while the truth reveals itself..
You interrupted my life/ and stole away what I’ve ached for.
I feel detached from the rest.
Is this what you want?
I’m a puzzle whose pieces are scattered
My mind is a ticking bomb ready to explode.
My hope is dangling on a thin string,
I’m unraveling quickly,
(I feel defeated.)
You put pressure on me to look around it,
When really you know I face it every
Hour,
Minute,
And
Second
Your good intentions weaken me,
Your guidance is discomforting, [You pull me in, I’m trapped]
You’re lacking honesty,
Confront me.
You lost me in your fears;
Act strong.
I cringe and shiver while the truth reveals itself..
You interrupted my life/ and stole away what I’ve ached for.
I feel detached from the rest.
Is this what you want?
I’m a puzzle whose pieces are scattered
My mind is a ticking bomb ready to explode.
My hope is dangling on a thin string,
I’m unraveling quickly,
(I feel defeated.)
You put pressure on me to look around it,
When really you know I face it every
Hour,
Minute,
And
Second
It
It was tugging me,
I wanted you to reveal yourself,
You created a sore spot,
No one dared to question it.
It contradicts itself,
It is so hidden,
Meanwhile,
It is not supposed to be missing.
Peculation scurried through me,
You caused this without me even knowing you,
Anyone’s mine would scramble,
Mine is stuck.
You’ve taunted me lately,
But I feel bad for you
These are mistakes
Misjudgments
It was tugging me,
I wanted you to reveal yourself,
You created a sore spot,
No one dared to question it.
It contradicts itself,
It is so hidden,
Meanwhile,
It is not supposed to be missing.
Peculation scurried through me,
You caused this without me even knowing you,
Anyone’s mine would scramble,
Mine is stuck.
You’ve taunted me lately,
But I feel bad for you
These are mistakes
Misjudgments
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
It
You were tugging me,
I wanted you to reveal yourself,
You created a sore spot,
No one dared to question it.
It contradicts itself,
It is so hidden,
Meanwhile,
It is not supposed to be missing,
Peculation scurried through me,
You caused this without me even knowing you,
Anyone’s mine would scramble,
Mine is stuck.
You’ve taunted me lately,
But I feel bad for you
You were tugging me,
I wanted you to reveal yourself,
You created a sore spot,
No one dared to question it.
It contradicts itself,
It is so hidden,
Meanwhile,
It is not supposed to be missing,
Peculation scurried through me,
You caused this without me even knowing you,
Anyone’s mine would scramble,
Mine is stuck.
You’ve taunted me lately,
But I feel bad for you
Friday, January 16, 2009
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
This will eat at you
It’s easy to envy your dreams,
Especially when you crave in reality for it to happen,
How desperate you feel when you wake up and those dreams grow dim,
How your imagination seems to expand freely the most when your eyes are closed.
It makes sense for people to want to escape for a while,
To be lost,
To be caught in something peculiar,
vague,
mysterious,
Because you cant find any beauty in where you’re living anymore,
It’s sickens you to see the same faces regularly
But when you see unfamiliar faces it enlightens you
You savor that everything seems to be a secret, [shhh]
Intrigued that these details,
this scenery
will be blurry
and will not deepen into your mind
in the morning.
And you wonder if what you were dreaming about had something to do with what you were thinking,
wishing
or
hoping for
before you closed your eyes.
You imagine being apart of him,
When in reality his perspective of you is nothing, [No existence]
Still, a tingle crept inside of you when he embraced you
(He reached out to you)
A rush of excitement scorned you,
You couldn't feel more alive,
and yet numb,
He was in arm reach and you were in control
But that feeling was flushed out of you when your eyes opened.
Everything changes when your eyes are closed.
It’s easy to envy your dreams,
Especially when you crave in reality for it to happen,
How desperate you feel when you wake up and those dreams grow dim,
How your imagination seems to expand freely the most when your eyes are closed.
It makes sense for people to want to escape for a while,
To be lost,
To be caught in something peculiar,
vague,
mysterious,
Because you cant find any beauty in where you’re living anymore,
It’s sickens you to see the same faces regularly
But when you see unfamiliar faces it enlightens you
You savor that everything seems to be a secret, [shhh]
Intrigued that these details,
this scenery
will be blurry
and will not deepen into your mind
in the morning.
And you wonder if what you were dreaming about had something to do with what you were thinking,
wishing
or
hoping for
before you closed your eyes.
You imagine being apart of him,
When in reality his perspective of you is nothing, [No existence]
Still, a tingle crept inside of you when he embraced you
(He reached out to you)
A rush of excitement scorned you,
You couldn't feel more alive,
and yet numb,
He was in arm reach and you were in control
But that feeling was flushed out of you when your eyes opened.
Everything changes when your eyes are closed.
It’s easy to envy your dreams,
Especially when you crave in reality for it to happen,
How desperate you feel when you wake up and those dreams fade off,
How your imagination seems to wonder the most when your eyes are closed..
It’s easy for people to want to escape for a while,
To be lost, feeling unfamiliar with everything around you,
Because you cant find any beauty in where you’re living anymore,
It’s sickens you to see the same faces consistently
But when you see unfamiliar faces it enlightens you
You enjoy that everything is a secret, [shhh]
And you wonder if what you were dreaming about had something to do with what you were thinking,
wishing
or
hoping for
before you closed your eyes.
You imagine being apart of him
When really his perspective of you is nothing, [No existence]
A tingle that crept inside of you when he embraced you
A rush of confusion scorns you
The scene feels so real, each detail in dept
You agonize
But was flushed out of you when your eyes opened
Especially when you crave in reality for it to happen,
How desperate you feel when you wake up and those dreams fade off,
How your imagination seems to wonder the most when your eyes are closed..
It’s easy for people to want to escape for a while,
To be lost, feeling unfamiliar with everything around you,
Because you cant find any beauty in where you’re living anymore,
It’s sickens you to see the same faces consistently
But when you see unfamiliar faces it enlightens you
You enjoy that everything is a secret, [shhh]
And you wonder if what you were dreaming about had something to do with what you were thinking,
wishing
or
hoping for
before you closed your eyes.
You imagine being apart of him
When really his perspective of you is nothing, [No existence]
A tingle that crept inside of you when he embraced you
A rush of confusion scorns you
The scene feels so real, each detail in dept
You agonize
But was flushed out of you when your eyes opened
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
It’s easy to envy your dreams,
Especially when you crave in reality for it to happen,
How desperate you feel when you wake up and those dreams fade off,
How your imagination seems to wonder the most when your eyes are closed
It’s easy for people to want to escape for a while,
To be lost, feeling unfamiliar with everything around you,
Because you cant find any beauty in where you’re living anymore,
It’s sickens you to see the same faces consistently
But when you see unfamiliar faces it enlightens you
You enjoy that everything’s a mystery,
And you wonder if what you were dreaming about had something to do with what you were thinking,
wishing
or
hoping for
before you closed your eyes.
Especially when you crave in reality for it to happen,
How desperate you feel when you wake up and those dreams fade off,
How your imagination seems to wonder the most when your eyes are closed
It’s easy for people to want to escape for a while,
To be lost, feeling unfamiliar with everything around you,
Because you cant find any beauty in where you’re living anymore,
It’s sickens you to see the same faces consistently
But when you see unfamiliar faces it enlightens you
You enjoy that everything’s a mystery,
And you wonder if what you were dreaming about had something to do with what you were thinking,
wishing
or
hoping for
before you closed your eyes.
Monday, January 5, 2009
I’m yearning for change,
Someone please discover my desperation,
Recognize I can be more than this
I’m losing my own hope.
Can anyone hear me?
I heard there's a big world out there,
It's so unspoken,
such a blur
I stare at nothing,
I am alone.
I am a predator in my own home,
Is this even a home?
I am trapped, I watch my child like behaviors control me
I display them as I pretend none of this is true.
I lost my ability to think sanely, my mind used to wonder
What's left is quickly slipping from my fingers,
I’m not sure who to blame, but let me blame you
I'll sting you with my poison
Just please steal my disease,
let me feel a rush of excitement
Let me run away with you..
I’ve devoted all my time preparing for that one day of
Reaching the world of salvation,
hallucinating that any second now
that door will emerge open with endless possibilities
but those are all just dreams,
my only comfort is those dreams,
goodnight.
Someone please discover my desperation,
Recognize I can be more than this
I’m losing my own hope.
Can anyone hear me?
I heard there's a big world out there,
It's so unspoken,
such a blur
I stare at nothing,
I am alone.
I am a predator in my own home,
Is this even a home?
I am trapped, I watch my child like behaviors control me
I display them as I pretend none of this is true.
I lost my ability to think sanely, my mind used to wonder
What's left is quickly slipping from my fingers,
I’m not sure who to blame, but let me blame you
I'll sting you with my poison
Just please steal my disease,
let me feel a rush of excitement
Let me run away with you..
I’ve devoted all my time preparing for that one day of
Reaching the world of salvation,
hallucinating that any second now
that door will emerge open with endless possibilities
but those are all just dreams,
my only comfort is those dreams,
goodnight.
We can be foolish and say we don't envy each other,
But we are all a little bit of everything, rolled into one
and that's where we clash..
We are ballerinas
Perfectly aligned from our toes to our finger tips to our head
It’s peaceful but captivating
We dance as were floating on clouds
Or stuck in that dream that you don't want to be interrupted from..
But those beaming lights do complete us,
It puts those in spotlight who need to release pain,
We are stuck in that bubble,
Some easily can pop it,
as others use it as a shield
There is destruction, we stomp on destruction
We wear our spots because it represents what is unspoken,
It's a mystery, all unaware of each other,
Disguised with masks,
Paralyzed when someone dares to differ,
Crush those masks,
No rules implied
Slip away from the ecclesiastical..
Our lies are stuck,
Our mistakes return
Our hopes grow thicker,
Our begging shakes,
Our pain cries out,
Our threats tangle,
Is it tortuous that nothing slips through?
Do you have questions you want answered?
Every emotion connected in some way,
It's all so unclear..
But we are all a little bit of everything, rolled into one
and that's where we clash..
We are ballerinas
Perfectly aligned from our toes to our finger tips to our head
It’s peaceful but captivating
We dance as were floating on clouds
Or stuck in that dream that you don't want to be interrupted from..
But those beaming lights do complete us,
It puts those in spotlight who need to release pain,
We are stuck in that bubble,
Some easily can pop it,
as others use it as a shield
There is destruction, we stomp on destruction
We wear our spots because it represents what is unspoken,
It's a mystery, all unaware of each other,
Disguised with masks,
Paralyzed when someone dares to differ,
Crush those masks,
No rules implied
Slip away from the ecclesiastical..
Our lies are stuck,
Our mistakes return
Our hopes grow thicker,
Our begging shakes,
Our pain cries out,
Our threats tangle,
Is it tortuous that nothing slips through?
Do you have questions you want answered?
Every emotion connected in some way,
It's all so unclear..
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