remember
Do you remember? I do.A day in November when my world crashed
When my world erupted in a ball of furious chaos
And you became my knight in shining armour
My family exploded in a hail of yelling voices
My mother was the cause yet again
I couldn’t breathe
And you saved me
We weren’t yet together
We hadn’t yet said “I love you”
But I knew you did
You loved me
I can’t remember the movie we saw
I can’t remember the people who passed or spoke
But I remember you
How you saved me
How you were there when it seemed darkest
Do you remember?
I do.
And I will for as long as time turns
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My favorite memory
Do you remember? I do.
It was August
The night was warm, and humid,
The front porch a dark, safe sanctuary
You sat in the rocker,
she on the bench
I rested on the top step
legs stretched down
Elbows on knees
We forgot the wine in our glasses
As our laughter vibrated in the night.
The light from living room windows gleamed mellow, and golden
Soft and warm over the scene
And flickering candles at the edge of the deck
Shadowed the rest of the earth
Until it seemed we three were cocooned
In the dark of our laughter’s safety at the heart of the Appalachians
We talked of summers past
And winters
Of workAnd play
And future plans
We giggled
And made jokes
And wished on a shooting star.
Do you remember? I do.
It remains a stronger image
Than any memory I’ve ever pursued.
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Why did she do that?
She got married in spring because she wanted to be a June bride
She was carried over the threshold because that’s the tradition
She had her first child because she wanted 2.5
She talked to her mother on the phone every day because she was a dutiful daughter
She cooked supper, mopped floors, and scrubbed sinks because cleanliness is next to Godliness
She bought a dog because her son needed a pet
She had a daughter to complete the set
She drove a mini-van because all the soccer moms did
She left one morning in a driving rain and never came back
I wonder why she did that?
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He Shaved His Head
This piece of writing to me symbolizes individuality. I dont necessarily believe that “He” literally shaved his head. I believe that the author is conveying a sense of individuality through diversity. There is one thing that makes all of us unique in our own little way. Something that makes us stand out from the rest of the world. Something that makes who we are…who we are. Some may call you freaks, but who are we to judge what is normal? Who can even define normality? Sometimes our individualtity may anger somebody, but the tattoo on our shiny head is a statement of who we are.
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Fifth grade softball
Fifth-grade softball
I signed up to play softball
I did it because I thought it would be fun
I did it because I needed something to do
I did it to prove that I could play at least one sport
I did it to try and fit in
I did it for someone else
I did it for the friends I didn’t have.
I showed that I could play, even if it wasn’t well
I showed that I was willing to open up
To make friends
I showed my mom that I could be like her
Make her proud of me
But
I didn’t like it
Because I didn’t think it was fun
Because it took up time that I wanted to spend elsewhere
Because I couldn’t play as well as the others
But
I did fit in
I did it for the friends I made
So
I guess along the way it got better.
I guess I did it for myself…
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She Tried
She tried dying her hair.
She tried contacts.
She tried fashionable clothing.
She tried to make perfect grades.She tried to make her parents happy.
She tried to have the perfect life.
The perfect façade.
She tried to fit in.
But deep inside,
She really just wanted to try and be herself.
So, she tried to do just that instead.
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Why?
“He did it because he was angry.” I had if he had the pressure too, the pressure to exceed their high expectations. I scream because I am angry, though my screams do not breech the limits of my mind. Limits. Yes, I have limits. Everyone does. Can’t my admittance of failure be enough? Enough. No, I’m never enough. The pressure keeps building within me, without me. One day, the two will meet and there will be nothing left of me. Nothing. Such a negative word. Well, it is in most cases, but right now, nothing is better than anything. Right now. What am I thinking right now? Do you know? Do I? Probably not. I try not to most of the time. Time. They say time is of the essence. Why? Is time everything? I don’t know. Does anyone? “He did it because he was angry.” I wonder if he had the pressure too, the pressure to exceed their high expectations.
Ontz Ontz Ontz
Ontz Ontz Ontz
I see them enter, and yet, I don’t.
Ontz Ontz Ontz
I see them trying to gather my attention, and yet, I don’t.
Ontz Ontz Ontz
I see their mouths moving, and yet, I hear no words.
Ontz Ontz Ontz
Shaking me now.
Their touch on my shoulder, my attention slipping from that blissful
Ontz Ontz Ontz
It’s just me, the pencil, and the paper
It’s just me, the pencil, and the paper
The television may play
My brother may be talking
in endless sentences to me.
My cat may jump up on my lap
But I don’t pay them any mind
My drawing is almost finished
No movements to distract me
No annoying sounds to catch my attention
Nothing could pull me away
from this work I’m creating
It’s just me, the pencil, and the paper
A few more scratches with my pencil
Just one last smudge of the eraser
A simple flick of the wrist
Watching the graphite glide along the paper
Beauty in one of its simplest forms.
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Just me, my music, and my trumpet
It’s just me, my music, and my trumpet
The people my tap on my door
Or yell to catch my attention
but I don’t hear a sound
The music flows through me
I close my eyes
My cares and daily stresses
fade
lines, rhythms, notes
they flow from the bell of my horn
they encompass my soul, my mind
nothing else matters
not the research project due in may
not the present I’ve yet to buy for my brother
as this song plays
I am free
it’s just me, my music, and my trumpet
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Getting in the Zone
There are several things that really put me “in the zone,” so to speak. For example, I really enjoy taking pictures. I’m very prone to snapping a billion and two shots, but deleting all except the two. I also really get into reading and writing. When I read a particularly captivating book, it sets ablaze the most wonderful feeling. It’s a form of passive escapism– something we all need in our lives sometimes.
When I start writing a blog entry, I can go on and on for paragraphs and pages about things that seem unbearably, devestatingly important at the time of posting, but feel they make me feel a little silly when I examine them later, which is why I force myself to adhere to one simple, easy little rule: I won’t delete anything I post. Unlike all of those poor pictures I’ve erased, I refuse to eradicate my life of the emotional moments that define my teenage years.
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Eighty Eight Nirvana
It’s just me, the piano, and the rhythm
the eighty-eight ivories serenade
as my touch brings forth their melodies
staccato, grace note, trill
The crescendo roars
And I’m lost in the tones of treble and bass
Rests compose the negative space
Of the music
And positive space emerges from
Quarters
Halves
Wholes
The elusive sixteenth
And the eighths paired with dotted quarters
My brain has no need to deliberate
there is no mental recall
my hands have taken over
the fingers find their homes
of their own volition
The final note resounds
a bass consummation
and I slowly find myselfsurrounded
by the mundane sameness
of the silent house.
So much to do, so little time-
help
i can’t fine the derivative of this
poem because of the
tailgating driver behind me running
away from senior projects who
are so intimidating it is unreal i think
i’m going to hide from this lab report
who is telling me that speciation can
result from geographic isolation that
color wheel that’s driving me crazy
primary, secondary, tertiary colors
spinning so fast in a clockwise motion that
even president Bush would be afraid and
veto that bill but Congress would just
hold a filibuster so it’d pass anyway
two-thirds majority vote would send me
scampering home to provide sustenance to the fish and
cats who always seem to be hungry
do my homework i must watch some
television the couch is just comfy enough that
i fall asleep watching Dr. Phil
…man, what a day.
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Total Randomization
Once upon a donkey the cat was a seeing bee. When I said no, I meant no young sir. The elephant is a potatoe. Well I went to the house of Tickle Me Elmo because there was no crutons. Well, well, well. Oops I did it again. Cheese soda fork on a poppy seed bun apart of the sea in America, but has no hair on the feet of the new SUV when she said no to 4+4=92 1/2* infinite. Why is blue green and green purple and my favorite smell ice? Because the body is in the can of tomato when it is shut wide open. Do you understand this? If you do, then your level of stuff is way deeper than the pebble stuck under your door knob. Ha Ha…Feez Dibbles in a big huge pan of grease!!!!!
Karate: To Do List
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Defeat the ninjas
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Roundhouse kick Chuck Norris in the face
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Practise my kung fu dance fighting skills
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Hit the punching bag
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Protect the Pope
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Break boards
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Break bricks
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Teach at shaolin temple
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Kill Bill
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Tame the crouching tiger
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And find that hidden dragon
When you’re done…
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Go to school
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Go to church
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And take out the garbage
