I just broke down crying. Why? Because writing sonnets is that hard.
I had a few stanzas written, but they were so awful, I had to start over. I'm so fucking stressed right now. I'm thinking of just taking a zero for this assignment.
Just thought I'd let everyone know.
- Paula
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
National Poetry Month
We had some good ideas today in class on what we're going to do for National Poetry Month. I liked Courtney's idea of writing poems on really big paper and putting them up around school or the idea of just leaving poems around everywhere. We kind of need to start planning our event so we need to decide what our event is going to be. I think we should figure out what the event will actually be by the end of this week and then begin planning next week before spring break. So just post your ideas and we can all agree on something.
-Melissa
-Melissa
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Part of the story
Dear Diary,
Why am I here? Why me of all people? I just don't understand. My date with Adam went so well that night and I should have just let him take me home instead of insisting I take a cab. Everything was going so well. He could've been the one that would be the father of my two boys. Its been so hard for them growing up without a dad. They see other boys on the baseball field playing catch with their dads and all they have is a lousy mother. If I had just gone with Adam this would not have happened. I wouldn't be here in this....this...cage. I'm not an animal and yet he treats me like one. He stuck me in the back of his car after he picked me up on the street after my date and drove me back to his smelly, low class appartment. He shoved me in a dog pen in his basement and he brings meager meals. Mostly gruel and a piece of bread. I don't know what he plans to do with me. He took all of my money and my cell phone. He calls me Moira and I can't stand it. I can't stop sobbing. I can't bear this much longer. What about my kids? Where are they? Did he hurt them? Will I ever see them again? I have so many questions that have been left unanswered, I don't know what to do. I have to remember to hide this paper as soon as I'm finished. I won't talk to him and I definitely won't let him read my thoughts. He absolutely disgusts me. I'll try to write again soon.
-Karen
-Melissa
Why am I here? Why me of all people? I just don't understand. My date with Adam went so well that night and I should have just let him take me home instead of insisting I take a cab. Everything was going so well. He could've been the one that would be the father of my two boys. Its been so hard for them growing up without a dad. They see other boys on the baseball field playing catch with their dads and all they have is a lousy mother. If I had just gone with Adam this would not have happened. I wouldn't be here in this....this...cage. I'm not an animal and yet he treats me like one. He stuck me in the back of his car after he picked me up on the street after my date and drove me back to his smelly, low class appartment. He shoved me in a dog pen in his basement and he brings meager meals. Mostly gruel and a piece of bread. I don't know what he plans to do with me. He took all of my money and my cell phone. He calls me Moira and I can't stand it. I can't stop sobbing. I can't bear this much longer. What about my kids? Where are they? Did he hurt them? Will I ever see them again? I have so many questions that have been left unanswered, I don't know what to do. I have to remember to hide this paper as soon as I'm finished. I won't talk to him and I definitely won't let him read my thoughts. He absolutely disgusts me. I'll try to write again soon.
-Karen
-Melissa
Sunday, March 1, 2009
I need clarification
I signed on in hopes to write a letter but instead I find myself confused...
Who are our characters?
Is this kidnapping nice or mean? (Refer to paula's letter, and melissa's comment)
just answer those questions, please someone!
uhh, and don't forget that our character descriptions are due tomorrow!
-ellen
Sunday, February 22, 2009
vincent,
Again I must call upon your abilities. I would say Im sorry and this is the last time but Im not fucking sorry and we both know that it won't be. I heard you have a new protegy, your in luck im recruiting so when you come to LA bring her with you. Bring her in one piece too.
Cordially
Rane
by matt
Again I must call upon your abilities. I would say Im sorry and this is the last time but Im not fucking sorry and we both know that it won't be. I heard you have a new protegy, your in luck im recruiting so when you come to LA bring her with you. Bring her in one piece too.
Cordially
Rane
by matt
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Void
I wrote this poem a year ago...
Time fades too fast
Holding you in my arms, I will never give you up.
I try to catch each second and store it for later.
Trying to keep up with you, is near impossible.
I’ll always love you.
My hallowed body caves in around me
Life as I know it, has changed forever.
I close both blinds in your room,
Leaving it, untouched and empty.
I walk out, and close it all behind.
Sometimes goodbyes aren’t that easy.
Expecting to see you walk through the door.
Still having no reason to see you go.
Vacant, and torturing no one should go through this.
I keep pleading for you to come home.
Embrace each day as your last
Some lives get cut off too quickly.
I think about you constantly.
“Remember that time…”
I do. I always will.
-Kate
Time fades too fast
Holding you in my arms, I will never give you up.
I try to catch each second and store it for later.
Trying to keep up with you, is near impossible.
I’ll always love you.
My hallowed body caves in around me
Life as I know it, has changed forever.
I close both blinds in your room,
Leaving it, untouched and empty.
I walk out, and close it all behind.
Sometimes goodbyes aren’t that easy.
Expecting to see you walk through the door.
Still having no reason to see you go.
Vacant, and torturing no one should go through this.
I keep pleading for you to come home.
Embrace each day as your last
Some lives get cut off too quickly.
I think about you constantly.
“Remember that time…”
I do. I always will.
-Kate
Deaths point of view
I wrote this shortly after my uncle died a few years ago.
Looking down from the clouds
i watch the people passing
oblivious
no one notices me
why should they
i am waiting for my turn in their lives
little kids by ice cream
adults go to work
something stirs
a shot is fired below me
my time is now
i descend
i gather up the victim
and go back to the clouds
waiting for more
it shouldn't be long
Riley
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