Remorse

Time consumes us with fear,
Age is unstoppable and strong,
A soft wrinkle lines your face,
A small trickle runs down from your old eyes,

Age does not care about my feelings,
And the flock of sheep in your dreams slow,
One by one they age and die,
Leaving gaps in your dreams, and in mine,

My dreams, which filled my nights,
And your days burst like rotting carcasses,
The blood will return to the dirt,

And when it does,
The constant raining, longing,
Will cease, waiting to remove all remorse…

sonnet XCI
Age covers us like drizzle,
Time is interminable and sad,
A salt feather touches your face,
A trickle ate through my shirt.

Time does not distinguish between my hands
And a flock of oranges in yours,
With snow and picks life chips away,
At your life, which is my life.

My life, which I gave to you, fills
With years like a swelling cluster of fruit,
The grapes will return to the earth.

And even down there time
Continues, waiting, raining
On the dust, eager to erase even absence.

Brave new world Q's.

The use of pharmaceutical drugs in our society is fine. But we have to learn the fine line of when its ok, and when its not. Is the sideaffect of the drug to much, is it really worth it? A lot of medicine in our society is abused, and taken for granted. We feel a little sick so we go to the doctor and we are prescribed a pill. Pharmecutical drugs and harmful to many but we are dependent now. We have to use them. many people must stay on drugs to stay alive. Take for instance diabetics, they must take insulin shots to balance out there blood sugar. Without the shots they would get very sick, and or die. Cancer needs chemotherapy, without this drug all cancer patients would most certainly die, unless given another treatment. So we cannot take away the drugs because we are dependent, but are they really helping?

pick a poet.

I picked variations of the word love by: Margaret Atwood.

This is a word we use to plug
holes with. It's the right size for those warm
blanks in speech, for those red heart-shaped vacancies on the page that look nothing
like real hearts. Add lace
and you can sell
it. We insert it also in the one empty
space on the printed form
that comes with no instructions. There are whole
magazines with not much in them
but the word love, you can
rub it all over your body and you
can cook with it too. How do we know
it isn't what goes on at the cool
debaucheries of slugs under damp
pieces of cardboard? As for the weed-seedlings nosing their tough snouts up
among the lettuces, they shout it.Love! Love! sing the soldiers, raising
their glittering knives in salute.Then there's the two
of us. This word
is far too short for us, it has only
four letters, too sparse
to fill those deep bare
vacuums between the stars
that press on us with their deafness.It's not love we don't wish
to fall into, but that fear.this word is not enough but it will
have to do. It's a single
vowel in this metallic
silence, a mouth that says
O again and again in wonder
and pain, a breath, a finger
grip on a cliffside. You can
hold on or let go.
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I picked this poem because it fits our society and I really enjoy this poem. This poem shows and gives examples of how we love to easy and that we put it in a conversation just to say it. Most of the time we don't mean it when we say it. The voice that is present in this poem would have to be an upset and wondering voice, also a sure and confident voice. I don't really know why I feel this way." It's the right size for those warm
blanks in speech, for those red heart-shaped vacancies on the page that look nothing
like real hearts. Add lace and you can sell
it". This part of the poem makes it very obvious that the poem is about using the word love in the wrong context and way of life. We say I love you just to say it.

Reclaim

Its time,
Time for what,
Does it matter I say,
Yes, I must know you tell me,
Well its time for me to reclaim me,
Myself my own dignity,
My personality,
Time to reclaim my life,
Pick up the shattered pieces,
Given up so easily by you,
I tried to reclaim our bond,
You are my mother,,
Of course you would try for me,
But you don't,
And it hurts to know you never tried,
you gave up so easily,
So spineless and weak,
I'd like to grow up and be strong,
like you right..no,
married to some selfish son of a bitch,
who took his anger out on me,
and on you,
but...you, you love him,
so he is forgiven,
of course he's forgiven,
but me..your flesh and blood,
you, let me run away,
thank you for that,
for once, you did what i needed,
and let me go..

Creative Writing Poem Reflection

You play the innocent card,
"not my fault you say"
But really, it's all your fault,
Where would I be?
Without you,
Without you Bullshit,
And your lies,
Which only led to my pain,
endless pain,
Almost unbearable,
But there's always ways to deal,
Silver catches my eye,
Red fills my mind,
Relief at last..forget you?
Impossible, but I can block you out,
Till the pain takes over my mind,
And its all your fault...

1) What voice is apparent within your poem? Please describe in detail.
The voice in the poem gives off an angry and or upset tone. Which is what i was trying to give off. I wrote this poem when i was very mad and it gives off the angry tone, exactly what I wanted.

2) What type of mood will you try to express when performing your poem in front of the class?
The mood I will try and express in my poem will be an angry yet upset with the issues mood. Like I'm mad, yet upset about he situation.

3) What types of gestures, nonverbals, and or movement will you be incorporating into your performance?
angry nonverbals, like foot stomping and fist shaking, I'm not really sure I am a bit shy so I am going to have a hard time with this.

4) What frightens you about this assignment? What seems exciting about this assignment?
I'm a very shy person and I will have a hard time opening up and coming out of my shell.

5) How does performance poetry enhance the meaning of a poem? Be specific.
the performance will give the poem more meaning due to the fact that I can express the actual emotion going through my mind.

The nicest thing.

All I know is that you're so nice,
You're the nicest thing I've seen.
I wish that we could give it a go,
See if we could be something.
I wish I was your favorite girl,
I wish you thought I was the reason you are in the world.
I wish my smile was your favourite kind of smile,
I wish the way that I dressed was your favourite kind of style.
I wish you couldn't figure me out,
But you always wanna know what I was about.
I wish you'd hold my hand when I was upset,
I wish you'd never forget the look on my face when we first met.
I wish you had a favorite beauty spot that you loved secretly,
'Cos it was on a hidden bit that nobody else could see.
Basically,
I wish that you loved me,
I wish that you needed me,
I wish that you knew when I said two sugars, actually I meant three.
wish that without me your heart would break,
Yea, I wish that without me you'd be spending the rest of your nights awake.
I wish that without me you couldn't eat,
Yea, I wish I was the last thing on your mind before you went to sleep.
Look, All I know is that you're the nicest thing I've ever seen,
And I wish we could see if we could be something,
Yea, I wish we could see if we could be something...

I picked this song because it represents the love a person can feel even when they aren't what someone wants. The lyrics in this song are very deep in explaining her feelings for this boy. It also represents the love she wishes he would give to her. What she wishes he wanted out of her. I like this song, and I love Kate Nash's voice I like her accent. I think it's just a very relevant song for people who are in love and aren't getting the love back. I'm not sure exactly why I picked this song over others I just think it's very romantic and sad which gives the song a great tone. also I love the piano and the Cello in this song sound great together. Altogether I think this is just a really great song.

Like A Kite..

The unity between us has been severed,
The time we spend together is over,
I will block you out,
Your name,
Your memories,
You will not waste anymore of my time,
I will not shed a tear for you,
I will move on,
I will find someone better,
You cannot hold me back any longer,
I wont let you,
Your hate no longer a part of my life,
Your anger no longer a factor to overcome,
Now cannot control me anymore,
Like a kite, I have cut the string,
Now watch me fly away,
Far far away from you...

Bud and Bloom

Earth I'm jealous of you,
I hate how fake, we as humans are,
We are so skin deep,
We like to think we are invincible,
Untouchable and inhumane,
But we are all the same,
Under our skin is the same blood,
The same bones,
But earth you are so beautiful,
So real and alive,
Under your skin, is life,
Under your first layer are buds and little bits of grass,
Bright green and thrusting to the surface and reaching for the sun,
Then bugs,
Worms and beetles consuming the unwanted,
Roots and clay, dark and light sands,
Giving the earth life and love,
Earth I'm jealous of you,
One day i will feed the earth and give back what Ive taken,
One day i will nourish you.like you have nourished me,
So thank you earth,
I will lay within you someday, until then i will try my best to live like you,
Pure and beautiful....

pictures

Look at us,
So happy in this picture together,
Hand in hand,
Do you remember that day,
Just the two of us at the beach,
I do,
It was windy, and beautiful,
The sun was shining,
We went out in the lake and picked pretty rocks,
It was my favorite thing to do,
The pinks and purples stuck out so well in the glare of the sun,
You and I would spend hours in the sun,
Carefree about the afternoon,
I remember those days,
So sad they are gone,
If only they had lasted,
But the funny thing is,
This isn't us,
This picture is fake,
And this memory,
I loved rocks,
The purples and yellows were my favorite,
But you weren't around a lot so we don't really have pictures together,
So Yes,
My memory is fake but its nice to think it was real,
To imagine a time when I was happy...

To whom it concerns.

It was tradition,
To have time with you,
For me to see you,
Every other weekend that was the deal,
wasn't it?
It's been months sooo where are you?
You don't even know me anymore..
I miss you,
I can't believe you left,
It still hasn't sunk in,
This shattered heart calls to you,
Your daughter needs you,
But you seem to care less,
About me or any of your family,
I cant handle this,
Its not what i asked for,
For once think about me not yourself,
I'm begging you...please,
You have abandoned me,
Your little girl,
All alone in this world without you,
I have dealt with so much already and you still think I'm a child,
But it seems the opposite,
I'm the only one who cares,
And it hurts,
To know its the truth,
To know I'm not priority one,
This may sound selfish, childish but...
Your mine I should get you right,
I'm yours, your daughter,
So act like my father already,
I'm growing up with or without you,
I would love for you to be apart of my life,
But it seems to be out of the question,
All i need is time,
With you,
Time your not willing to give,
So I hope life's good,
Cause mine sucks without you,
I need you,
I will wait for you,
So please just come home to me,
I love you...

daises..

All through the days we spent our time searching, Searching for something we would find but couldnt keep,
We found what we wanted and took him home,
A puppy not quite what mother said we could keep but close enough we figured,
So all the way home we frolicked and played,
Dragging him behind us,
Up in the air and away in the sky we would not let him fly away,
He was big and green and loving and he laughed the whole way home,
Daises falling from his fur and and covering the ground,
So as we strolled into the yard mother met us halfway,
Telling us to take that thing..away,
It was oh so big and green,
And would cover the house with stains and get dasies everywhere,

So to the yard we took him to be free,

And released him to the sky,

Never looking back and i didnt want to let go,

At the end of the string held with one of my fingers,

Just barely holding on off to the clouds to play went our dog to the sky to frolick and play...

The Day Began With A Storm

The day began with a storm,
The lightning filled the sky,
Entrancing us with its beauty,
Rain beagan to fall to the earth,
Covering it with liguid love,
And it would be like this constantly

The earth soaked it up constantly,
But then..the storm,
Covering the earth again with love,
Overwhelming the sky,
Saturating the already wet earth,
Growing from the core came beauty,

Arising to the surface with love,
Everything died and was reborn constantly,
Everything falling to the earth,
When the wind blew in from the storm,
Everything came from the sky,
Gently being pushed with love,

But not everything fell with love,
It was trying to create pure beauty
But the people feared the sky,
And it was like this constantly,
They no longer wanted the storm,
And dreamed of a day with a dry earth,

Tree’s and flowers grew from the earth,
Showing the people how earth loved,
Letting them know the real power of the storm,
Showin them the real beauty,
And it was like this constantly,
Making a cotton candy sky,

So then with the cry’s to the sky,
The storm left alone the earth,
Letting it dry constantly,
Taking back its love,
Giving way, and killing the beauty,
Gone was the horrible storm,

So the sky had calmed and the love was now gone,

The ground was dy and the beauty has been shriveled,

The constant pouring out of love is gone and so is the storm...

Sleep

What Is sleep, but an absence from the everyday hell we must endure,
We rest our sore and tired minds and bodies in a bed,
Most of us alone,
What Is a dream but an alter reality of life,
We go to those special moments of life which we enjoyed and replay them in our minds,
We must visit them to keep our minds from going astray,
Though our moments of joy can soon turn to pain,
Twisted by our own imagination,
Into something we fear and dispise,
Reality, the lies and shame,
Our dreams are our escape, but even they can be turned against us..

Love Me As I Am

Love me as I am, or leave me where I stand
You cannot pick apart my heart and expect me to dive In,
I will not make you change,though It can be arranged,
But If you steal my heart you must only take a part,
For you shall break It If you take too much too fast,
Your gentle kisses meet my lips with pure happiness,
Your incadescent eyes of blue fill me to the brim with joy,
I cannot live without you, yet you make it hard to stay,
Take me as i am, or leave me where i stand..

English 4 boy charged with murder.

In the case of the 11 year old boy, being tryed for murder in a adult court is unethical. Though im not saying he dosent understand the depth of what he may or may no thave done, dosent mean he should be tried in adult court, if he is in fact 11 then he is a child. I'm not really sure what the point of adult court and juvinelle court, if he is being tryed in adult court. What is the point? Children should not be charged in adult court if they are younger than 18 why would you put them in that situation. Also they transferred him to an adult jail, they werent even equipted to hold a child. I guess in this situation its just bad all together, its a young boy being charged with murder when they havn't come out with any evidence that proves he is guilty. The gunpowder on his shirt isnt hard evidence when he has gunpowder on most of his shirts from hunting with his father. I guess I just dont understand the point of adult and juvinelle court if they are going to try children in adult.

Tarnish

Tarnished,
Rusted and old,
Plauged by disease,
Like a falling star,
Beautiful as is burns to ash in the atmosphere,
Tarnished,
Ships lay in ruins at the bottom of the sea,
Salt burns like acid on the metal of the bow,
Fish and eels hide inside,
Tarnished,
Like your reputation,
Your lies hidden inside,
Your rusted tired body..

"I Am"

I Am a tree woman,
I Am a crazy woman,
I Am a cat women,
I Am a nailpolsih woman,
I Am a singing woman,
I Am a blonde woman,
I Am a hyper woman,
I Am a beautiful woman,
I Am a respectful woman,
I Am a listening woman,
I Am a happy woman,
I Am a sad woman,
I Am a rasberry woman,
I Am a pasta woman,
I Am cherished woman,
I Am a strong woman,
I Am a weak woman,
I Am a bitter woman,
I Am a grown woman,
I Am a feared woman,
I Am a free woman,
I Am a lost woman,
I Am a found woman,
I Am a truth woman,
I Am a creative woman,
I Am a pablo woman,
I Am a light woman,
I Am a dark woman,
I Am a tense woman,
I Am a persuasive woman,
I Am a bliss woman,
I Am a recycling woman,
I Am a woman, just like you...

Crow Bar

I will not apologize,
You can not make me,
To pry the words from my mouth,
You would need a crow bar,
Steal the words and they mean nothing,
You may have yelled,
You may have threatened,
Taken my pride,
My opinion,
But you will not make me apologize,
Making myself happy is the best mistake I have ever made,
you have been discarded,
Your vile tongue removed from my life,
Of all the things you taught me,
Strengh was one of them,
Never to back down,
To let people talk down to me,
You do what you dispise,
What make's you think such a god of yourself,
What to do now,
No one to manipulate,
Will you falter?
Tables have been turned you have no one to control,
But yourself..

Dances With My Father

When i was younger my father would lift me high,
His eyes so blue and full of love for me,
We danced to the sounds of something I grew to love,
Music its notes so sweet and soft,
Twisted there way into my soul,
Things that I had never noticed before creep into mind,
The smell of his skin,
Pine and mint,
Mingled in the air around us,
I can see now,
How things had slowed down for us,
Seconds felt like minutes,
Each one meant for only us,
The way my blonde hair swayed with the movments of his hips,
the beat of out hearts,
Mine so soft,his so strong,
But none of these things mattered,
I was so young and naive,
To think this was life,
To think he would stay,
I remember those dances with my father,
In the small places we called home,
Dark brown couch,
Small toy bin,
Which we maneuvered around each time we shared a dance,
But sadly this was not enough for my father to stay,
Love is never enough,
Not long after,
There wold be custody battles,
So many men is in dark suits,
They wanted to know how i felt,
But in the end,
I was only a scared little girl,
And daddy left.
Mommy and i were alone,
The dances woth my father were scarce,
And so was the time i spent with him,
No more would i spin in my fathers arms,
No more would my hair sway like the wheat in the wind,
No more would my fathers lips whisper the song's to me as we spun around
All or that is gone now,
The innocence of childhood is over,
No more will i dance with my father..