November 9th, 2007
Personification Poem When I wrote this we were learning about figurative language, and different ways to improve and add excitement to our essays. I really like this poem because its sort of takes you on a journey, and all the senses are used. Objects that you would never think could have human characteristics are shown here.
The wind sings through the trees
Writing down tunes with the bees
The meadow pulls up a blanket of leaves
And sighs
The children float through the roads
Splashing sunlight on lizards and toads
Then scamper away to their homes
Purring goodbyes
The swing on the porch calls to me
So I go and I crouch with my tea
And dream thoughts of the sea
And skies
The wind sings through the trees
Writing down tunes with the bees
The meadow pulls up a blanket of leaves
And sighs
September 20th, 2007
My Declaration of My Independence
After we had read the Declaration of Independence, Ms. Robinson had us write our own Declaration of Independence. I wrote about teenagers moving out and gaining their independence. Every teen goes through those days when their going to college and the parents are having a hard time letting go.
When in the course of human events, it becomes necessary for one portion of the family to branch our and become their own person, but one to which the laws of nature and of nature’s God opinions of that person should be given by, up until this point, the caregivers of that person, which will empower then through their chosen course.
We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men and women are created equal; they have all been give inalienable rights; that among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
The history of mankind is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations on the part of parents toward their children, even after they have left the home. To prove this, let facts be submitted to a candid world.
- A mother will always think of her child as small and helpless without her.
- Even after a child leaves for college, the first year is filled with phone calls and letters.
- A mother and daughter all of a sudden become best friends.
- The summer before a child leaves will be the most time the parents spend with their child.
Now, in view of this entire bombardment of one half of the parents of this country, we insist that the parents let go, start the process sooner than after they are gone, let us as students get everything we can out of out adolescent lives with out feeling bombarded by the parents.
September 6th, 2007
The Life of a Drug Dealer One day in class we had to use 10 of our vocab. words and write a story about them. So I dug deep into my imagination and though of a great story about a drug dealer. I’ve never aspired to do this, but it went well with my vocab. words.Sometimes I wish I was an affluent drug dealer. But only for the fame, fast life, and adrenaline rush. The brevity of my meetings with my clients would be super. I wouldn’t be connotated as a drug dealer though. I would be smart, quick, resourceful, and ninja like. I would try hard not to evoke an enemy. I would the be most laudable drug dealer around. Just give me the money and I’ll give you the goods! October 15th, 2007Color When we were studying imagery, one of out journals was to free write. So I decided to write a poem about color. I like this poem, poetry in general, because I got to tell a story about a flower, but make it interesting and not so boring. That was out main focus this year, to make out writing more exciting.
This object stands in front of me
Its petals are open to the sun
The brightness of its color
Shows the day has just begun
It stands at a slight angle
Its head bent down a bit
The fragrance it produces
You would think was heaven sent
The bees parade around it
Mutualism playing its part
The flowers job is almost done
Bringing others to their start
November 7th, 2007
Ramble
A lot of days Ms. Robinson has us just free write and I usually just write what ever comes to my head first. This day I was mostly thinking about volleyball and everything going on with that, I was thinking about all the homework I had to do and how my grades have finally been brought up. But sometime rambling really helps you get your thoughts together.Ms. Robinson’s blue sweater reminds me of the sky. I did a project on clouds and the sky today in Marine Science, today I have to work at the coffee shop, but I can get all my homework done, I want to go to bed as soon as I get home, this weekend is coming soon, I have volleyball tryouts on Monday and I’m ready for a good workout, I need to go workout, maybe after work tonight, work out, home work, somehow all related. It is crazy to see how different you hand writing can be just based on how fast you are writing, my chair is squeaking, like a mouse, running across the floor in a dungeon, I need a new one, I need new grades, I need new schools, I need more education of my desire, I want to write, but now I have to write, which brings me back to why I’m writing this, because I have to.
