"In the pursuit of virtue, don't be afraid to overtake your teacher."
"Young people should not be taken lightly. How do you know that they will not one day be better than you are now?"

--Confucius

"True poets are only the interpreters of the Gods."

-- Socrates

You laugh because I'm different, I laugh because you're the same.


Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Catch Me

Don't hold your breath
Don't wait a moment more
Catch me before I fall
Do not let me hit the door

Look both ways before you cross
Do not sway within the crosshairs
Catch me before I fall
Do not wait to make it fair

Hesitating doesn't hurt
Unless you miss a friend
Catch me before I fall
Do not start to write the end

An author may write stories
A poet may write rhymes
Catch me before I fall
Just this one last time

Rush

Author's Note:
This is a poem that I wrote like E.E. Cumming Grasshopper


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Go.

Saturday, February 18, 2012

Turning Tables

Author’s Note: 
This is my response for tone and meaning for the passage, “Of course I want to be a model. I want to paint my eyelids gold. I saw that on a magazine cover and it looked amazing - turned the model into a sexy alien that everyone would look at but nobody dared touch. I like cheeseburgers too much to be a model. Heather has stopped eating and complains about fluid retention. She should worry more about brain retention, the way she’s dieting away her gray matter. At last check, she was wearing a size one and a half, and she just has to get down to a size one.
I don’t buy the gold eyeshadow, but I do pick up a bottle of Black Death nail polish. It’s gloomy, with squiggly lines of red in it. My nails are bitten to the bleeding point, so it will look natural. I need to get a shirt that matches. Something in a tubercular gray.”, in the novel Speak.

Gold eyelids, sexy aliens, being a model: Melinda wanted it all.  This passage shows Melinda’s old personality coming back for the first time.  She is starting to remember what it was like to be normal, accepted, but just when she gathers up her fantasies; she goes back to wanting her Black Death nail polish.  I think that the purpose of this passage was to show the reader that the plot had a good chance of changing Melinda back to her old, spunky self.  It made me think of every cloud having a silver lining; because, while Melinda still bites her nails and dresses dully, she wants to be bright and noticeable again.  Also, the reader is starting to learn more and more about the type of self centered person Heather truly is.  The passage mentions how Heather “just has to get down to a size one”, which is inordinately small for a girl her age.  To conclude, I think that this paragraph is a turning point in both Heather’s and Melinda’s character’s personalities.

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Fahrenheit 451 Quote Analysis

Author's Note:
This is my response to the passage "Montag said nothing, but stood looking at the women's facing as he had once looked at the faces of saints in a strange church he had entered when he was a child.  The faces of those enameled creatures meant nothing to him though he talked to them and stood in that church for a long time, trying to be of the religion trying to know what that religion was, trying to get enough of the raw incense and special dust of the place into his lungs and thus into his blood to feel touched and concerned my the meaning of the colorful men and women with the porcelain eyes and bloody ruby lips." for tone, meaning and purpose.
Ray Bradbury
Fahrenheit 451
Page 95

This passage, from Fahrenheit 451, illustrates how Montag feels as though he should and has to be like everyone else around him, but knows that he cannot.  It personifies the materials in the church, trying to reach him, trying to make him like the rest of the crowd, but failing.  Its purpose is to show that certain feelings and thoughts can be buried or burned or destroyed, though they will never completely disappear.  The tone of this passage seems desperate, almost as though Montag still wants to be regular or normal; it seems as though Montag detests the thoughts he's pondering and the emotions he's feeling .  Overall, I feel that this passage clearly shows the reader Montag's inner thoughts and the reason behind his feelings.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Before I Break

Author's Note:
This is another try at a rhyming poem with deeper thought. I wrote this at first as a stream of consciousness, but turned it into a poem.  I am focusing on formatting.


Do not trust me with a secret
That you know I cannot keep
Do not let me change your future
Just by something that I see

Do not try to make me smile
When it is raining out the window
Do not attempt to make me laugh
With an animal stuffed pillow

Do not hold onto me forever
Because sometimes I must fall
Do not compliment me on my height
For I know I am not tall

Do not believe that I could want you
More than any of my friends
Do not read me a long story
That doesn't really have an end

Do not explain what is not real
For then who is the fool
Do not urge me to change
Because what I do isn't cool

Do not make me solve a problem
Because I might make a mistake
Do not lend me out your heart
Unless you want mine to break

Inner Emotions

Author's Note:
I have been trying to write rhyming poems that have deeper thought into them.  This one is supposed to show how even though someone may seem sad or down, they could be perfectly contempt. 


If I fall and trip into a ditch
I might just scrape my knee
If I skip over a rainbow
Do not try to catch me

I might just go do something stupid
Just because I know it's wrong
I might forget every lyric,
Every rhyme to every song

Just because I am not smart
Does not mean I have words to say
Just because you think your funny
You might not make my day

If I chose to just be sad
And I don't want to show a smile
It doesn't mean that I cannot
Every now and in a while

The one thing that I've learned
From falling, skipping, breaking, snapping
Is that I may just take a spill
But it doesn't mean that I'm unhappy

Band-aids cannot mend my heart
And a kiss can't heal a wound
The only way to make me smile
Is if I see you soon

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Our Future?

Author's Note:
This is another try at my new type of poetry.


Our future

They want us to think
About our future?
How do they
Expect us
To do
That
When
We can't
Even plan
Out our dinner
Much less figure
Out what we want
To be, what we aspire
To be.  They expect we are
All dreaming big and imagining
To be a celebrity, or athlete
We aren't permitted to be
Lost. Average. Confused.
When we were young,
It was alright, but as
We aged,  they
Changed their
Minds.
Think.
Think.
What do
I want to be?
What do I aspire
To be? Something?
Or nothing at all. A speck
In the grand scheme of our
World. A living reality as our
Reminder that we cannot sit still
For even a moment before opportunity
Leaves us.  That is when all hope of finding
Our 'passion' will be gone and we have finally
Stepped foot into the real world.  We have
Finally stepped into our future.

Mystery

Author's Note:
This is a new type of poem I wanted to try, no I have no idea what it is called (for all I know, I made it up) and I got the subject of the poem from Sara Fox.



Red
Mush
Pick up
A spoon
Then wait.
Plunge, dive
Into the warm
Sticky goodness
Savoring the tender
Touch of the cream gracing
Your mouth.  The strong flavor
Overwhelms your senses, causing
You to enjoy the taste and sit there.
Sit still enjoying the never ending
Aroma of the berry; you smell
Something else as well, what
What is it?   You ponder the
Thought, but you turn up
Empty. You go back to
Eating   your  sweet
Fantastical, almost
Delicious, no; it
Was delicious
Not almost
For sure
Splendid
Enough to
Make you
Smile once
You have bitten
Wrong; slurped, yes
Into the gooey, red, soft
Substance.  What. What. What?
What? Substance could this possibly
Be? There could not be an object that is
Warm, soft, red, delicious, fantastical, sweet-
Smelling, splendid, and mind blowing! What I ask?
For the warm, soft, red, delicious, fantastical,
Sweet-smelling, splendid, & mind blowing
Object that I am referencing that I am
Speaking you about is the one, the
Only--Strawberry Jell-O

You have genuinely been mind blown

The One

Author's Note:
This is just a short poem that I wrote inspired by Twilight.


The moment when you meet their eyes
The costumes come off, no more disguise

In an instant your whole world changes
You know this is not one of your phases

A moment more and you decide
You're not gonna let them pass you by

You bump their hand and sparks fly up
You think about all of your luck

There is no more need for gravity
They hold you in reality

Just one more minute, they will see
The kind of future, you could be

The Last Stop on the Bus

The last stop on the bus
Is all the way down the street
By all the small houses
And the carts selling meat

The last stop on the bus
Is fifty minutes from here
There's no scenery to watch
Like little cats or dead deer

The last stop on the bus
Can get pretty cold
And once you have arrived
You are now old

The last stop on the bus
Is quite a trip
It can seem frightening
For a trip as you sit

The last stop on the bus
Will always be there
No matter who goes down
It will be there like air

The last stop on the bus
Nobody can see
The only one who gets off
Is the one who is me

Cheerleading Disaster

Author's Note:
This is my cause and effect essay for the book Accidental Cheerleader by Mimi McCoy.  

Two friends; one is now a perky faced, short skirted, pony tail cheerleader; the other is a mascot with a mule head. In the book, Accidental Cheerleader, by Mimi McCoy, Kylie and Sophie are forced to put their friendship to the test when Sophie tumbles her way to cheering, while Kylie spirits her way to the school mascot. These ongoing disagreements nearly separated the two friends forever.

In Accidental Cheerleader, Kylie couldn't wait to put on her uniform to start cheering, but while Sophie, her best friend, became a cheerleader, Kylie was assigned the school mascot, a mule. Kylie's strong jealousy towards Sophie caused her to begin insulting Sophie's uniform, the other cheerers (Sophie's new friends), and the two almost stopped talking to each other altogether. Through this fight, their other friend, Joel Leo, began to become closer and closer to Kylie after Sophie began to ditch her former friends for practices. When Kylie discovered Sophie had a secret crush on Joel, she started spending even more time with him. These events were strong contributors to Sophie and Kylie's fight that almost wrecked their friendship.

The constant bickering and mudslinging had a huge effect on the two's relationship. A positive effect was each got to spend some time with other kids at their school who were interested in similar hobbies, but Kylie and Sophie realized they liked having each other around because they supplemented each other. A negative effect occurred because since the two nearly stopped talking to each other, they almost didn't have a chance to make up. Because the two were friends their entire lives they didn't let these minor disagreements get between them and eventually made up. Lastly, if neither, or both, of the girls made the cheer team I believe that they never would have had an argument and would still be just as close through the whole story.

Initially, after the fight, it seemed as though the two would never be friends again, but like in The Boy Next Door, they did. The story The Boy Next Door also describes two friends that fought and were nearly separated, but made up towards the end of the novel. It described several short bickering scenes and told of how the two friends just didn't have anything left in common and stopped hanging out. Like in Accidental Cheerleader they did in the end and lived happily ever after.

The short period of constant separation and bickering with each other nearly led Kylie and Sophie to end their friendship. Because of their strong history and similarities in life, they eventually made up and were closer than ever. If they had never tried out for cheerleading their fight never would have happened, thus preventing the arguing and creating a very boring story. Overall, I found that Accidental Cheerleader was a perfect of example of what can happen when disagreement breaks out between friends.

A Story: Retold

Author's Note:
This is my retelling of Fahrenheit 451.


The novel, Fahrenheit 451, by Ray Bradbury, is a story about a 'firefighter' turned rogue killer, antigovernment, on-the-run criminal named Guy Montag. Montag was just a regular firefighter, starting fires to burn books, but then he met Clarisse. She told him stories about the world before either of them were alive and Montag became more and more questioning of the world around them. He left his wife, became exiled by his friends, and met Faber. Faber, a former professor and  depressed coward, attempted to help Montag start a revolution; this misguided assistance led to a breakout chase on Montag and the starting of a war.
 

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Repeat

Author's Note:
In fourth grade, my class was told that you have to repeat something 21 times to make it a habit. So I tried using that theory by putting each word in my poem 21 times. I am focusing on formatting.

Laugh
Laugh, play
Laugh, live, love
Play, eat, live
Play

Live
Dream, eat, sleep
Live, eat, play
Sleep, eat, dream
Dream

Sleep
Grow, share, love
Sleep, grow, share
Eat, love, give
Share

Give
Love, pray, hope
Dream, sleep, eat
Pray, hope, give
Pray

 Laugh
Play, laugh
Live, love, laugh
Play, live, eat
Play

Dream
Eat, sleep, dream
Eat, live, play
Dream, sleep, eat
Live

Share
Share, love, grow
Grow, share, sleep
Love, give, eat
Sleep

Give
Pray, hope, love
Sleep, dream, eat
Hope, give, pray
Pray

Live
Love, live, laugh
Laugh, dream, sleep
Share, give, hope
Hope

Give
Give, live, laugh
Sleep, live, give
Laugh, sleep, live
Sleep

Dream
Share, give, play
Play, dream, hope
Love, play, dream
Love

Live
Live, love, dream
Dream, play, love
Live, laugh, play
Laugh

Play
Laugh, dream, sleep
Dream, give, share
Hope, dream, give
Give

Hope
Give, share, grow
Hope, give, laugh
Give, hope, share
Share

Hope
Love, eat, sleep
Eat, hope, pray
Pray, eat, sleep
Pray

Sleep
Eat, hope, give
Share, live, sleep
Hope, give, eat
Laugh

Share
Love, hope, eat
Pray, eat, share
Share, pray, love
Hope

Live
Hope, sleep, eat
Give, share, live
Give, sleep, hope
Live

Love
Share, pray, play
Pray, play, dream
Dream, play, pray
Pray

Play
Laugh, pray, play
Dream, live, share
Play, pray, dream
Hope

Love
Share, love, pray
Love, pray, hope
Share, pray, love
Laugh

Pray
Laugh, play, laugh
Laugh,
Laugh

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Drip Drop

Author's Note:
This is a piece I wrote on ways people can cry, without being sad, and I wanted to try to make the reader think of any times they have experienced any of them. I am focusing on word choice and would appreciate comments.

A single tear floats down the soft skin of young woman. She sat and stared at the sky, not really knowing why this was occurring. She was not sad, she was not happy, she was crying. Most people assume tears mean someone was joyful or sad, but it does not. Crying expresses feelings that we cannot with our words.

A first example of a reason people cry is when they are watching a heartfelt movie and tears trickle down their cheek. We assume it's because the actors are so good, but I think it is because something in the movie triggers a memory; a happy memory, a sad memory, any memory that brings strong emotion into our bodies. I personally have been affected by this type of crying when I was watching The Notebook. There were two parts of this movie that effected me personally. The first was when Ally originally left Noah to go to New York; which made me think of when a close friend of mine moved to Pennsylvania. Second, when Noah and Ally were elderly and having their romantic moment towards the end and Ally forgot who Noah was. This made me think of my grandpa who is slowly losing his memory. Overall, I think that movies can bring tears to our eyes, just as easily as feeling bummed.

Another reason people cry is when someone is born. It is common to think that we are happy, thus we cry, but the way I see it, people cannot speak or express what they are feeling, so they weep. If you have ever been around for someone being born, how would you describe? What words could you honestly be able to use to describe the joy and fantastical feelings you are enduring inside? This kind of joy is only able to be shown through the light in a person’s eyes when they cry. I am not personally able to express what this would feel like first hand, but a good example is in Forrest Gump. Once Forrest finds out that he has a son, he becomes dumbstruck and cannot speak. The only action he can do is sob because he was so overjoyed. In conclusion, I feel that birth can bring tears of emotion that cannot be expressed any other way.

Have you ever laughed so hard, you started to cry? This is my third way to cry without being sad and I think that it causes tears for one reason--would you rather have tears coming out of your eyes, or your buttocks? Scientists say it's someone's laughter putting pressure on ones tear ducts, but I have personally experienced this kind of crying and believe I know the truth. Lastly, to test this out, I would recommend clicking here.

My last and favorite way of crying, is when you are out on a long walk down a sidewalk on a warm, cool-breeze day, with the sun out and the leaves rustling, and your eyes begin to water. When the sun is just right, and the wind is blowing in the perfect direction, so when you look up to laugh at the sky, tears drip from your chin. Again, there could be scientific reasons behind this, but I think people cry on these days because it is so beautiful. Think about the sky, the clouds, the tall trees standing still as their branches sway in the winds. The cold breeze could be drying your eyes to make you cry, or it could be the cold breeze that is blowing slowly enough to push your hair across your smooth face on this springtime day. Either one of these could be right, either one could be wrong, but I know which I stand behind.  A good example of this happening is in the book The Growing Love, where the main character, Nelson, describes the fresh New York day that gets him to cry.  To conclude, this was another example of a way to cry without being sad.

Sadness is not the only reason to cry, there are several other ways to and my examples are just a start. Obviously not all of these can be proven, or disproven, but when science fails us, magic steps in. Imagine you are extraordinarily happy, overcome with laughter, unbelievably moved, or outside on the perfect day, how would you express those emotions?

Monday, February 6, 2012

One and the Same

Author's Note:
This is my comparative essay assignment for Fahrenheit 451. I am comparing F451's society and government to America's government and how we could turn into that.

Burning books, 100 miles per hour speed limits, air-headed unloving wives... what kind of world would this be? In the novel, Fahrenheit 451, by Ray Bradbury, firefighters are summoned to burn every written word -- in books, magazines, any piece that makes people think.  The books' dystopian society is based off of no person knowing more than they are supposed to.  People are no longer allowed to cruise down streets, stop for moment, or even have a real conversation with their family.  If you were to repeat this to me, it would sound like an extremist version of our world today.  Fahrenheit 451 is so disturbing precisely because it is plausible.

Fahrenheit 451's futuristic version of America would be possible for several reasons.  Our current country's government is based off of knowing everyone should have equal rights, but understanding that the people themselves should be different.  On the other hand, Fahrenheit 451's, government is based off of wanting to make everyone "feel stuffed, but absolutely brilliant with information.", because schools were "turning out more runners, jumpers, racers, tinkerers, grabbers, snatchers, fliers, and swimmers instead of examiners, critics, knowers, and imaginative creators."  To me this shows that this futuristic world wants to create more athletes that know facts, instead of individuals that can comprehend answers to questions about those facts. 

America's government could turn into this type of society by giving more power to state governments and leading people to believe that one state is it's own 'country'.  Ray Bradbury said in an interview, "if you watch the local news, your head will turn to mush." To me this shows that if we lose touch with what is going on around us, we will no longer pertain knowledge of the world as a hole, thus leading to "forty eight hour wars" bombing other countries when we have a problem.  In conclusion, I believe that the similarities between the fate of America to Fahrenheit 451 are very similar. 

While the similarities are significant, there are a few differences between our current society and Fahrenheit 451. The first is, America currently has a government that allows no person all the power, it has hundreds and hundreds of people who can sway a decision to ban, or burn, all books.  Another small discrepancy is the different speed limits.  I believe that while it doesn't seem like a huge deal, it significantly changes car accident and death rates, leading to more need for police and government control.  A third difference is, people in Fahrenheit 451 no longer care about reading, making it easier to have their books burned, nobody truly wants to do something about it.  While in our present country, there are a significant amount of scholars, professors, and teachers who would not let that happen.  To conclude, I found both the US and Fahrenheit 451 to be quite similar, but discovered there are some differences.

America versus Fahrenheit 451: which world is exaggerated, which is real?   Since the similarities between the two worlds are so substantial, it is definitely possible that we could turn into Fahrenheit 451's society.  The idea of world like Fahrenheit 451 creates such a scary picture inside one's mind, but that is only because we know that it could happen to us.

Thursday, February 2, 2012

For Who's the Who Whose News is New

Author's Note:
This is a (hopefully entertaining) poem that I wrote because it's foggy outside and I wanted to write a cheerful poem.  I am focusing on voice.

For who's the who whose news is new
About the Lemon Lake
With caterpillars eight feet long
And crazy, giant snakes?

For who's the who whose news is new
About the Stone Wall Castle
Where the knights where shining armor
And fight in mighty battles

For who's the who whose news is new
About Sir Leprechaun
Who is very merry, not so hairy
Strange, weird, crazy, odd

For who's the who whose news is new
About the Princess Pat
With her good ol' ricka bamboo
But exactly what is that

For who's the who whose news is new
About an evil queen
She's really nasty, warty, gross
Disgusting she would be

For who's the who whose news is new
About the fair Prince Charming
He rides his horse and combs his hair
And helps out with the farming

For who's the who whose news is new
About a little elf
That stands merely 2 feet tall
And can't reach the highest shelf

For who's the who whose news is new
About a book that's read
Containing a medieval story
To put children right to bed