Stanza 1:
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| In this Sestina by Elizabeth Bishop, the six simple end-words are: A: house B: grandmother C: child D: stove E: almanac F: tears |
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Stanza 2:
_________F
_________A
_________E
_________B
_________D
_________C
Stanza 3:
________C
________F
________D
________A
________B
________E
Stanza 4:
________E
________C
________B
________F
________A
________D
Stanza 5:
_______D
_________E
________A
________C
_________F
_________B
Stanza 6:
________B
_________D
__________F
_________E
__________C
_________A
Tercet:
________A ___________B
________C __________D
________E ____________F
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ReplyDeleteAll my life I have wanted to be true
DeleteBut I am told that I should follow another’s path
Why am I not allowed to be myself
Do they not want me to be myself out of fear
Why am I told I don’t know what I want
Do they think I can’t make my own choice
Who do they think will make my choice
Will it be someone who knows what about me is not true
Do they truly know what someone like me would want
Would they want me to follow their path
What is it about me they fear
What is wrong with me being myself
Can they not stomach what I may do by myself
Or will it be the way of my choice
What could these people possibly have to fear
There is nothing wrong with what I do, tis true
What is wrong with what I chose as my path
What is it about controlling me they want
Or is it their own fulfillment they want
What harm can I do by myself
I can only reach a higher understanding on my path
And this was not their decision, it was my choice
And what they say about what I do is not true
They only give these statements out of fear
For it is the power I can possess they fear
And it is this power that they want
They want to possess or control it, tis true
And they don’t want to leave it by myself
They would take it from me if they had the choice
But they don’t know it because they are not on this path
And they will never see what lies on my path
They will continue to be in fear
Of something they don’t want to be a choice
And its existence erased is what they want
Along to follow their ways for myself
And for everyone to believe their true
But this will always be my true path
I myself chose it when I was told to fear it
I just want them to understand this was my choice alone
Sestina
ReplyDeleteI'm tired of all the lying
Being honest is so hard for you
Being honest with you isn't worth it
Because I don't get it back
I don't feel happy
I'm always insecure
You make me insecure
Your world revolves around lying
With someone else I know i'll be happy
I won't worry about you
I wanted the old you back
But it never happened, It's the end of it
I won't even fight for it
I know I won't be insecure
It's the old me I want back
I'm through with you lying
i'm through with you
I am going to be happy
Being far away from you makes me happy
Being far away from you won't kill me, I'm good I'll make it
This is the best for you
You made me feel that way and now you're insecure
But yet you keep on lying
I'm not going to turn back
Karma got back
I'm happy
I'm not lying
You're too insecure
You want everyone to be around you
Everything is always about you
You want things back
Things of the past that made you happy and me insecure
Why? You never made me smile and you never made me happy
I'm done with it
Look at what you lost because of lying
Lying isn't accepted, I don't know about you.
Why do it? If you know karma will get back
It won't make you happy, you'll be insecure.
The seasons are changing
ReplyDeleteIt doesn’t feel the same way
Now there are cold mornings
The sun sets faster than before
The leaves will soon fall off the trees
And we will endure another winter
We might have a mild winter
We will see when the weather starts changing
Say goodbye to the leaves on the trees
They are on their own way
It will be colder than before
Time to wear a jacket in the cold mornings
Oh how I hate the cold mornings
And they will only get worse in the winter
It will feel different than before
Everyone around me will also be changing
They will not dress the same way
Just like the trees
Yes the trees
People will dress in layers during the cold mornings
They will not look the same way
That’s what happens in the winter
The precipitation will start changing
It will look different than before
There will be no green grass like before
No more green on the trees
The air will start changing
You will feel cold and lonely during the mornings
That’s the feel of winter
Everyone feels the same way
Because it is the same way
There will be snow on the ground, not like before
When the first snow comes, we love winter
We don’t care about the trees
Wear a jacket in the morning
And then you have to wait for the season to start changing
The seasons will start changing, back the same way
It will feel nice in the morning, like it did before
The leaves will grow back on the trees, say goodbye to winter
Softly and surely the song sings chords
ReplyDeleteIt whispers like the wind
So silent and sincere like the deaths of history
It twirls and spins as it plays
Growing louder and brighter like the sun
An everlasting song for the joy of music
Hushing down once again is the music
Its melody stops but playing on are the chords
Now nothing like the sun
It trails and mourns and forever follows the wind
Over mountains it travels and plays
The melody has a sad return as it makes history
It makes its mark on history
For generations to come to hear the sad-happy music
It tells of his life as it plays
The old man that wants to die alone, becoming sky chords
Becoming part of the wind
And part of the eternal sun
To be part is to be one with the sun
To burn and die with history
Climbing the mountain with the aid of the wind
The old man listens to his life told by the music
It is told by sparrows proudly whistling their chords
His life of shyness and bravery and loss still plays
He falls down to rest yet the tune still plays
His ghost-white face is illuminated by the sun
Yet his spirit is dying like the birds’ chords
He will become one with history
Or maybe he will die with the music
It all depends on the path he is carried on by the wind
All that is the past was determined by the wind
So says the tanned old man as the fawn plays
His eyes catch the deer while in his head there is music
It is sad music but it turns happy as the fawn plays and there is sun
He smiles and closes his eyes and becomes history
He has passed happily and the tune turns to joy with the blaring chords
His child still hears the chords as he stands in the wind
His Mayan father had died long ago with history but yet his song still plays
The birds still tweet it as the shining sun and the old man listen to the happy music
1. Outside, the wind spike with pouring rain, and roaring thunder
ReplyDeleteInside, the grandma and the infant child sits on the soft, fur rug
The old lady spoke to the infant child about the story of Grandma’s cake
The ancient book on the wrinkled hand with a cover of the birthday picture
Next to the rug, the table above, the wooden surface filled with marigold
Holding the blossoms is a pottery vase
2. The fragile pottery with blue daisy curving is house of the flowers, a.k.a the vase
The lightning raids behind the cloud, followed by the noise of thunder
The child raises her hand to pluck the flower head of the marigold
She jumped and hoped desperately, but ended with her butt on the rug
The grandma still holds the book with the child’s toothless picture
The picture shows of the child with her face smudged with cake
3. The pink and brown cream is separated from the cake
Behind her, people stand hiding the marigold vase
Adults and children filled the picture
The storm cooled down, and grandma sees no thunder
With one kink, the vase water splashed on the rug
Sitting next to the girl is the marigold
4. Surprised, the grandma turned her head and saw the marigold
Covering the part of the picture of the cake
The cold air is like icicles with the coldness on the rug
Next to the marigold, lies the corpse of the vase
Boom, the storm arise, here comes the thunder
Luckily, the liquid did not get to the picture
5. The dry photo shows the grandpa in the picture
He is holding a bouquet of marigold
One went away another came, thunder
Strikes the window, lighting up the picture of the cake
The infant girl, with tears in her eye, tries to the broken vase
The grandma quickly stops her and sits down next to her, on the rug
6. The grandma’s pajama dress cover most of the rug
In her hand, she takes the photo and look at the picture
Her eyesight land on the perfect vase
Her tears start to roll once she says the grandpa with the marigold
She could see his smile and what he is doing, smudging the little girl’s face with cake
Outside, roars the non-stopping thunder
7. The rumbling thunder continues, inside the two sits on the rug
She thinks about the time making the cake in the picture
In the picture, the marigold has yet been put in the vase
We ran in the fields in circles
ReplyDeleteTears falling down are faces
We laughed with great joy
The sun unable to outshine our eyes
Skipping around without a care in the world
Running with energy we never had
We sang for hours with all we had
Until our heads were spinning in circles
My heart swelled twice the size of the world
Our amusement beaming on our faces
If you looked closely into our eyes
You could see endless amounts of joy
There wasn’t a moment without joy
Each other was all we had
Smiles reflected in our eyes
Smiles that flawlessly danced in circles
I could see the harmony on our faces
More blissfulness than anywhere else in the world
My only home in the entire world
Started to lose its joy
It began with the looks on our faces
Suddenly losing the charm they had
We gradually slowed down as we ran in circles
I never noticed these changes in my eyes
Fatigue surfaced in the pupils of our eyes
Beginning to lose its luster was our world
We walked in the fields in circles
As it became tiresome to display any joy
I couldn’t recall the amusement we once had
Or the pleasure that once glowed on our faces
I couldn’t even look at our faces
Sadness and gloominess apparent in our eyes
Taken away were the fields we once had
Taken away was our innocent world
We grew to barely have any joy
Everything I knew was spinning in circles
We no longer ran in circles, peace disappeared from our faces
The joy we knew was gone like the sparkles in our eyes
We were growing up in a fast-paced world, parting from the youth we had
Sunsets transform the sky
ReplyDeleteInto fiery colors that fall on the Earth
The day resides to a complete silence
The darkness arises and starts to grow
Until the moon has risen in serenity
The stillness of the night comes alive
Off in the nightfall, an owl comes alive
Blackness and shadowy lights infiltrate the sky
The motionlessness of the moon provokes serenity
Vibrations flow throughout the earth
Far away, another sunrise begins to grow
In a remote place, noise disrupts the harsh silence
The penetrating sound diminishes the silence
The night is no longer alive
Relief from the darkness starts to grow
Purple and grays paint the sky
Shadows and obscurities lift from the Earth
A new, innovative kind of serenity
Light brightens the world, incorporating serenity
The bustling, lively atmosphere alters the previous silence
Changes are issued throughout the earth
A pioneering and fresh life comes alive
Although the darkness lingers in part of the sky
Negative, detrimental feelings continue to grow
The immoral characteristics of humanity grow
Broken and eliminated is the serenity
However, virtuous and moral manage color in the sky
The remnants of past silence
Are ceased to be alive
The former world is eliminated with new earth
After the night has fallen and day has risen, the cycle continues on earth
The light attempts to shine through once again and grow
Nevertheless, the night comes alive
A different, of inferior quality type of serenity
Without the light, the darkness and its ruthless silence
Smothers the surrounding, shifting the sky
This is the ever-changing sky in which governs and controls the earth
There will always be the unforgiving silence, but with this compassion can grow
Until the returning serenity will once again bring light alive
On a flat grassy field
ReplyDeleteIn the shadow of a brick school
Laughter could be heard from a child
As he chucked a plastic bone
Through the air to be chased by a dog
Its fur glistening in the sun.
Still playing in the sun
The dog raced across the field
Panting could be heard from the dog
As the UV rays were no longer blocked by the school
The dog happily picked up the bone
To return it to the eager child.
Shouting, the dog was called by the child
The dog's ears perked as his eyes reflected the sun
Tightly gripped in its mouth was the bone
As it bolted across the lush field
Back into the dark shadow of the school
The sun could no longer touch the dog.
Standing in the field, the child waited for the dog
The dog ran with all his might back to the child
Whirling past it were the window's of the school
Rising higher in the sky to single the afternoon was the sun
When reaching the child, the dog sat on the field
Obediently, the dog let go of the bone.
Picking up the wet and slippery bone
The bone was once again thrown and chased by the dog
Landing on the other side of the field
The dog ran the fetch the bone as he was watched by the child
Leaving the shade once again, the dog was exposed to the sun
As the dog was no longer in the cool shade of the school.
The boy happily stood in the shadow of the school
Triumphantly, the dog picked up the bone
Hot to the touch due to the rays of the sun
Seeing the bone get picked up, the boy called the dog
Turing around, the dog began to return to the child
Trampling the green grass of the field.
The field behind the school
Became the place where the child would throw the bone
And the dog would retrieve it in the summer sun.
What happened to me?
ReplyDeleteWhat happened to you?
It’s unfortunate but of course all good things come to an end
A good friendship we lost
We were good friends and enjoyed each other’s comfort
I remember when it all began
I’ll never forget when this all began
You didn’t know me
You were in need of comfort
We met through mutual friends, but I didn’t think much of you
At the time we met, you were lost
Those were my feelings in the beginning, but changed near the end
It was the beginning to the end
I wish we could’ve kept things where we began
I wouldn’t take it back, everything before we had before both of us had lost
After a while you wanted to be more of a friend with me
I didn’t feel the same and at the same time I didn’t want to lose you
Now I needed comfort
But I ignored my need for comfort
I never thought of myself in the end
I didn’t want to hurt you
I slowly faded the topic of us being official, that’s where the turmoil began
We faded for months, until that party where you saw me
You were with another girl, she was your new girlfriend, that’s when I realized it’s your trust I lost
You would’ve told me, that’s when I realized you moved on, it was me who had lost
Then one cool summer night, I got a text from you, you needed my comfort
I was still your friend, it was reassuring, but I wanted to be more, I wanted it to be you and me
You told me you were happy, I envied her and wanted your relationship to end
I regretted pushing you away, I wished the relationship you yearned for between us began
I needed you
In reality I wanted you
I wanted you to be there more, but your urge to be with me was lost
That’s when the end began
Forget the comfort
The laughs, the smiles, the tears came to an end
I’m going to do me
I wanted you when you didn’t want me and the laughs, smiles, tears came to an end and a good friendship we lost, I still miss your comfort but I’ll never forget when this all began.
My mother cooks some good food
ReplyDeleteI love her with all my heart
My mom is always acting like a thug
The sweater my mom got me was looking tough
She always thing about me
I love that woman
It’s crazy how I love that woman
Even if she cooks good food
Everything always about me
That’s how my mother is she is always going to be in my heart
The shoes she got me too they were though
Straight thug
The way she speaks in Spanish straight thug
The love I have for that crazy woman
She always acting though
But at the same time she makes good food
That’s why she is in my heart
That food just for me
Everywhere she goes she always thinks about me
And at the same time acting like a thug
I don’t know what I would do without my heart
They know she a crazy women
But they love her food
But don’t like her toughness
I don’t care what they think about her toughness
At the end she always will remember me
She is a crazy woman
She still a thug
The food
Everything’s empty if I don’t have her love in my heart
My mother will always be in my heart
She surprise me with the toughness
It’s the type of things she does as a woman
But she still a thug
I will always love her food
She surprise me with her food, she will always belong in my heart,
That is why she a thug, and she always was though, and the personality she has as a woman,
A drip of happiness falls down
ReplyDeleteA sprinkle of what the true light comes out
A light that seeks through the darkness
The smile that fills up the love
A laugh that makes the day
The times where the light was all I could see
Where light was the center of the eyes and is what I see
Where the joyful times come pouring down
Where the laugh can always make my day
Where the light slowly shows its way out
Where love is reproduces by the love
Where the light slowly slips into the darkness
Light penetrates through the darkness
I look at the light and smile for that’s all I see
The only smile I see is the love
Where nothing falls besides the happiness that comes down
There is only light that shows its way out
The only giggle I hear is the one that can only make my day
I look and listen to the laughter that will make my day
Where light always conquers darkness
Where I wait for that true light to make its way out
The only thing that I saw was light and I love to see
Where the smiles come piling down
The only thing I wait for is the smile to declare the true love
The time where there is only love
Is that sweet type of laughter that can make the day
But then comes that dripping of sun that slowly comes down
This means that the light has defeated the darkness
I am blinded with the light for its all I can see
Then in the far distance the true light is coming out
Waiting for the only true light to make its way out
Then I watch the smile that finds a way to make my day
That’s all I can see
Then comes the laugh that enters me and makes my day
From that laugh light has been formed and has defeated darkness
Then slowly the happiness finds its way down
Where pain falls down, and comes out
There is no more darkness, there is just love
The day, where joy is only what I come to see
We are seniors
ReplyDeleteFinally our last years
Right around the corner is college
Nervous for what is to come
Scared of the unknown
I don’t want to leave this town of Dunellen
Living here in Dunellen
Been here from our births until we are seniors
No one goes being unknown
A few more years
Then the new students come
Scared to leave for college
Leaving for college
Leaving my family in Dunellen
New friends are to come
At college until were seniors
Four more years
Those years are unknown
From here on out everything is unknown
Everything in college
Scared of the coming years
Awaiting my return to Dunellen
Coming back to visit all the new seniors
My family waiting for me to come
My friends waiting for me to come
No longer someone who is unknown
My friends that are all seniors
Excited to leave for college
They should not want to leave Dunellen
Because they will miss it in the coming years
Missing the lost years
Wishing they waited for me to come
To come back home to Dunellen
Out there you are someone who goes being unknown
Waiting to leave college
Waiting to once again be the seniors
We are now the seniors with nothing ahead of us but the college years
Anticipating college not wanting it to come
Soon I will be unknown instead of a familiar face in Dunellen
Out of the entire world
ReplyDeleteWhere you could choose anywhere to travel
Anywhere you could escape
Or find adventure
You choose England
To live your life
A life
Before spent in a different world
Away from England
Where you did little travel
You lived a life without adventure
And you could never escape
But here you can escape
Into an entirely different life
You can have an adventure
And see a different part of the world
Now that you have travel
To England
Here in England
You can go to the countryside to escape
So many places you can travel
Where everyone is living their life
In a world
Of adventure
You could go to the cities to find adventure
London, Manchester, Liverpool, England
A whole different world
Where there are few places to escape
So many people living their life
So many places you can travel
But I can only dream of travel
Can only dream of adventure
I have to live my boring life
Away from the beautiful England
I can never escape
To a British world
I want to leave this world and travel
To be able to escape and find adventure
In the country of England for the rest of my life.
As the sun falls down the stars rise up
ReplyDeleteThey’ll smile and light the whole sky
They are not charged but they are charmed
They are ugly in person but from far away you’ll fall in love
They make the earth shine
As they fall asleep the earth cries.
As the earth cries
The sun comes up
Then the earth will shine
Earth will turn blue in the sky
The earth will smile and she will be loved
The sun saved the earth from horror and charmed.
The witches are charmed
They scare a little boy he screams and cries
They have no love
There always flying up
In the sky
You could see them as the stars shine.
The stars in the sky shine
The witches will say a spell and there it goes they are charmed
The make it dirty that is the sky
All the sudden the sky cries
As the sun comes up
The sky will fall in love.
The earth will be in love
As the sun shine
All the people look up
There are no more witches who are charmed
The moon starts to cries
Because the sun took its place in the sky.
The place everyone wants to be in is the sky
Everything is in the sky called love
But there is someone who always cries
The moon and the sun fight for whom to shine
As the witches get more and more charmed
Who will be all the way in the sky lighting up?
There are no more witches who are charmed
Because the sun and moon are in love
The sky shines up
And no more hearing a little boy cries,
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ReplyDeleteDefine love to me
ReplyDeleteWhat is love truly?
More than a word I hope
Because it seems to be something that people boast
Is it something good or a terrible hoax?
A punch line that no one will laugh at cause it’s a cruel joke
One of those silent people would be me
Since the definition has no hope
Truly
What’s the point of the joke?
If someone lost the game to love would you hold them against that hoax?
Would you be the one while they cry to jump around and boast?
Make them lose hope
Hope of ever finding love truly
Would you be one of those cynical people who consider love at first sight to be a joke?
Someone who says puppy love is just something produced with lies….a hoax
Well not me
I won’t become one you people who takes negatives as something to make power of or boast
Where did love come from? Where was the creation of this hope?
Who made it a good thing? Who was the first to consider it a joke?
I still sit with questions in my mind about this truly….
I wonder if I ever felt this thing how would it reflect on me
Would I be happy with this new found love and boast
Or would I become cynical and consider it a hoax
A sheep in wolf cloth truly
More of a soft thing than a joke
Maybe this emotion could really give me hope
Then again maybe it is a hoax
A lie to me
Something that wouldn’t make me want to boast
Love has gotten a conclusion from me
And I decided I don’t need that joke
I do not want to figure out if that thing is a hoax
I can care less if it will bring me happiness joy and hope
There won’t be any reason for me to boast
That emotion will not be something bad or good for me truly
I love your writing, and I love you. O.O
DeleteHehehe lamb chops 0_o
DeleteIt took one day to wish that I could play.
ReplyDeleteWhen my mother told me that I should start to write,
I took a walk around my block and all the way through the town
And the buses and cars made a clear sound
That told me that I had on choice that I could no longer carry.
There was only one choice that could bring me happiness.
I had to choose to not write.
I had to find some way to come through for my town.
I had to hear once more that great sound
That cracked and could carry
For miles and bring anyone happiness.
I knew that that I had to play.
It was a sport that was needed by the town.
The crack of a baseball bat was the sound,
But the memory would be the thing that would carry.
The memory would be the item to radiate happiness.
And if I were to play
I knew that all the journalists would begin to write.
The typewriters would then begin to sound.
The mailmen would have to begin to carry,
The story that had brought so many happiness.
Many would have heard that I had started to play
Nobody would ever tell me that I should write
Anymore in this town.
But after some time it was not easy to carry
The wait of my town and their happiness
On my shoulders as I began to play.
The reporters suddenly didn’t stop to write.
The people in the town
No longer cared because there was no more of the sound.
There was no longer an abundance of that happiness.
So eventually there was no need for me to play.
The journalists would almost never write.
And the people in the town,
Did not even bother to worry about the sound.
Thus, the burden of playing was no longer mine to carry.
To play was so I never had to write,
But the town that now cared so little about that sound,
Would not carry anymore the stories of everyone’s happiness
Memories of laughing
ReplyDeleteMemories of crying
Being honest
Showing love
Having arguments
Shows a family that will have their moments but are happy
A family is not always happy
They will hide emotions by laughing
Sometimes just let it all out and have an argument
Than people start crying
No matter what there will always be love
They will most of the time be honest
The important thing is to be honest
Not showing any emotion by being happy
Even when being mad you are still loving
Having family meetings and telling old stories create laughing
Telling about an adult’s childhood causes people to cry
Getting into an argument
Sometimes by showing you care you have arguments
Don’t let them think wrong so you be honest
That can cause someone to cry
Or being honest can make someone really happy
There is always that one person that will always laugh
You hurt the ones you most love
The one aunt that always loves
Sometimes be the one person that starts all the arguments
The one person that keeps everyone laughing
The person that hurts you by being honest
There is that one person that is always happy
The kids that fight over toys and cry
Kids always crying
The parents always love
Some kids are always happy
Brother and sister always have arguments
Fighting is when everyone becomes honest
Telling jokes to make the family laugh
When someone laughs to much they cry
Being honest in a way of loving
A family that has arguments, is also happy
I go to visit him at the graveyard
ReplyDeleteI wish he was still mine
The grave stone gives me hope
That one day I shall be happy
Visiting makes me feel free
Until I remember I’m also gone
Winter is gone
More people come to visit him at the graveyard
He just wants to be free
He misses being mine
Everyone hopes we are happy
We all need hope
She needs a sense of hope
She knows we are gone
She hopes her parents are happy
Buried in this graveyard
She was once mine
But now she’s free
I am now free
I have hope
This soul is now mine
I am gone
I am a lost soul in this graveyard
I am finally happy
My family knows I am now happy
They know my suffering soul is free
This is no problem, this graveyard
I want my family to have hope
They have accepted I’m gone
This new life is mine
What once was mine?
What once was happy?
It is gone
We are all free
We all have hope
Even in this graveyard
In this graveyard, this life is mine
We have hope, and I’m finally happy
What was free, is now gone
After John’s first and only patient of the day went back to his room he sat alone in his office. He pulled the chess set from across the desk to him. Whenever John had nothing to do he practiced playing chess. It was the only thing John allowed himself to do that reminded him of his wife.
ReplyDeleteIn their spare time John and Linda always played chess together and her grandfathers’ glass set. They would play and play, and every time she’d always win. John was by no means bad at chess, but Linda was a champion. No matter how hard John tried, and no matter how long the game went on for, she’d always find a way to beat him, and he loved her for it.
As John sat, leaned back in his chair, stroking the glass queen chess piece with his thumb, someone knocked on the door and came in.
“How ya doin’ John?” John’s boss closed the door behind him and sat down in the chair across from him.
John put the chess piece back on the board and pushed it aside. “Good Scott. You?”
“Fine, fine.” There was silence and Scott cleared his throat. “I’ve got another patient for you John.” Scott said throwing a manila folder onto the desk. “Somebody found her on the beach walking around in the nude last night and the police brought her here this morning.”
John raised his eyebrows at Scott questioningly and opened the folder and picked up the picture that fell in his lap. The girl in the picture was sitting in a chair at what looked like the police station wrapped in a blanket looking up at the camera. She had sandy blonde hair and deep green eyes. She was looking up at the camera inquisitively as though she’d never seen one before.
“What’s her name Scott? I can’t find it anywhere in this file.”
“Well see, that’s part of the problem,” Scott said leaning back in his chair. “She doesn’t speak.”
John looked up from the file and stared at Scott quizzically. “She doesn’t speak?”
“Nope. Not at all.” Scott sighed. “She’s got to be a mute. There’s no way she’s shy. When they first brought her in she came right up to me and started touching my cross.” His hand automatically went to the gold cross he always wore dangling from his neck.
John rubbed his forehead in a frustrated way. “Well what do you want me to do with her Scott? There’s not much you can do with a mute.”
“I can’t just release her John. Where would she go? There’s obviously something wrong with this girl. She’s like a child, running around and touching everything in sight. I just want you to see her a few times a week until we can find out where this girl came from.”
John sighed. “Alright, I guess.”
Scott stood up. “Ok, I’ll have one of the nurses bring her by tomorrow.” He opened the door but turned around before stepping out. “You sure you’re alright John?”
It’s been five years since the accident but every now and then Scott still knew when John wasn’t alright, and he never failed to ask about it.
John shook his head and Scott frowned in response, stepping out of the office.
That night John prepared dinner and called Allie down from her room.
“How was school Allie,” John asked as he twirled his spaghetti onto his fork.
She slurped a long strand into her mouth and looked down before answering. “It was ok.” She said in a voice so low I could barely hear her.
“What’s wrong?” John asked.
We met in the third grade
ReplyDeleteBlood itself couldn’t make us any closer
I tell her everything and she trusts me with her life
My family considers her family
She’s more than just a school friend in my eyes
She’s my best friend and my sister
I have two older brothers, but not a sister
Her and I have been friends from third grade to eleventh grade
I always know how’s she’s feeling just by looking in her eyes
All the things we’ve been together make us closer
I know everybody in her family
She’s one of my best friends I’ve ever had in my life
I can depend on her for anything I go through in life
I honestly don’t know what I would do without my sister
My parents look out for her like she’s a part of our family
We switched to different schools in the fifth grade
This made us a little less closer
We always had conversations with our eyes
She usually can tell what I’m thinking just by glancing at my eyes
She’s a piece of the puzzle in my teenage life
Over the years we became so much closer
My best friend , my loyal friend , my sister
Only if she went to my school when I started ninth grade
Then in this school I would have family
You can always depend on family
Girls here will lie even when looking in your eyes
I wish she was here for my tenth, eleventh, and twelfth grade
Everything would be easier, this thing we call life
That’s why she’s almost like a sister
Every argument brings us closer
Nothing can really make us any closer
She’s just another one added to the family
Something I never had but always wanted, a sister
We always laugh when we stare at each other with our eyes
I’m happy that she’s in my life
To think we met about ten years ago, in the third grade
I loved meeting her in the third grade, brought us closer
She’s a huge part of my life, big part of my family.
I wouldn’t’ have it any other way in my eyes, she’s my sister.
Rainy days have an impact on you
ReplyDeleteWhen you’re inside or playing out in it
Jumping in the puddles makes you feel like a child
Why do some feel happier when the sun is not out to shine?
It’s when the clouds are crying freshwater tears
We’re trapped inside or can’t do what we want
On days when the sun isn’t shining, there’s something that I want
All I want is to sit around and play board games with you
When we laugh, it’s too much and all I feel running down my face is tears
The best games are when I use my brain, and it
Helps me win the games and makes me shine
Just like a trophy that was won in a race by a child
I remember when I was just a wee child,
Stuck inside and you let me play and do what I want
Even when the sun wasn’t out, you still let me win, and let me shine
Even when I’m growing up fast, I’ll never be too old to play board games with you
There’s always a question I had about the weather, and your every response was “what is it?”
It’s only just the rain, and even the weather gets sad and cries out tears
I remember standing outside, and tasting the raindrops; they taste better than tears
No matter how old I am, I will always love the rain, just like when I was a child
I won’t ever get annoyed with the rain; I’m always in love with it
On the cold nights, there is one thing that I want:
Is it possible to snuggle under the blanket with you?
Looking at it in the street lights, the raindrops will always shine
(I'm sorry this is so bad:( )
ReplyDeleteThere is one specific thing that she loves.
It’s the pureness of winter.
It has a never ending scent,
That she endlessly enjoy. There are children,
Playing in the snow, they can be so forgiving.
They run around in the thick snow all day long, but they are so happy.
The thought of it getting cold out makes her really happy.
Watching the news and it says schools are closed. Then one sees a rush of children,
All running outside in their snow clothes. Right then and there one knows it’s winter.
Christmas time rolls by and it’s a time of forgiving.
And a time where there’s a never ending scent,
Of warm delicious cinnamon. It’s what she loves.
It’s around this time where she fell in love,
With a boy who made her happy.
She loved his warming scent.
They were like children,
Very innocent and forgiving.
Now she loved two things, the boy and the winter.
A year passed and they are still in love, now it’s winter.
But things started to change, she was too forgiving.
He was no longer happy.
They were no longer children.
He had more than one love,
But she never cared. He slowly started to lose his warming scent.
He left. His warm scent,
Is gone. He fell in love,
With another girl. She was very unhappy.
She was so unhappy that she became as cold as winter.
She is no longer forgiving.
She no longer wants children.
All the children,
No longer run in the snow.
They grew up and left. Just like that boy did whom she loved
She no longer loves winter.
The warm delicious scent,
Have disappeared from her life. How much life is un-forgiving.
Her life is no longer happy, or forgiving.
She no longer has the capacity to love, now she’s as cold as winter.
She hates the scent, especially of children.
I walked along the path
ReplyDeleteStarring up into the branches
Reaching my hand
I grabbed the juicy red apple
I plucked it off the tree
And took a bit
It was such a satisfying bit
As I was walking down the path
The stood on both sides, the trees
And poking at my eyes were the branches
Where I saw those apples
As I grabbed another one with my hand
It was so round and red in my hand
But I stuffed it into my bag instead of taking another bit
There were so many varieties of apples
Down all these different paths
There are branches
And there are trees
There are so many trees
I can’t hold all of them in my hand
Neither can the branches
Before I take another bit
I notice that what are on the ground are apples
Clogging up all the paths
Yet there is another path
Where there are yet more trees
Where I can find more apples
I stretch out my hand
To get another apple for another bit
Before I move onto the next branch
So many branches
But there are no more paths
And I take my last bit
I have reached the last tree
I stretch out my hand
And take my last apple
I leave the orchard with my apples
I leave behind the barren branches
And with bags in my hands
I leave the last path
And I look back at the trees
Wishing for another bit
I wish I was back on those paths, with those branches
I want to reach out with my hand, to get another apple
And look up at the tree, and take another bit
A: Time
ReplyDeleteB: Run
C: Happy
D: Now
E: Please
F: Tired
Stanza 1:
There is so much time
To run
And become happy
You should start now
Don’t make me say please
You should not get tired
Stanza 2:
But if you do get tired
Don’t waste any time
By saying please
To those who run
Don’t make them turn around now
Don’t let them become happy
Stanza 3:
Focus on what makes you happy
Not sad and tired
Don’t give up now
When there is so much time
To relax and run
Just try please
Stanza 4:
I shouldn’t have to say please
To push you towards what makes you happy
All I can do now is run
And slowly become tired
I have all of the time
Except now
Stanza 5:
It’s such a crucial time now
So please
Take your time
In deciding what makes you happy
Not tiredOr wanting to run
Stanza 6:
However, I will run
Right now
Refusing to get tired
So please
Do what makes you happy
For all of time
Tercet:
Just take all of the time, to run
Towards what makes you happy, the time is now
Please, we won’t get tired
The cool breeze flowing through the air
ReplyDeleteSounds of screams, but not of despair
Children running down the street
Thoughts of candy powering their feet
Identities will soon be lost
On this night of Halloween
Join in the spirits of Halloween
Feel the festivity in the air
As you’re out and about, don’t let lost
Or you’ll find yourself with a great deal of despair
Hurry now, be swift on your feet
Perhaps you’ll be lucky and hit every street
See the decorations lining the street
All in celebration of this grand Halloween
Sticking out of the ground you may see some dead feet
They’re just poking up for air
Fortunately, they’re not real, don’t you despair
Easily, on this night, your sense of reality may be lost
On this day, social constructs are entirely lost
As it’s acceptable to visit all the houses on the street
Not a chance that the residents will be filled with despair
As long as they’re aware that it is Halloween
The scent of sugar and spices travel through the air
And the children scream “Trick or treat, smell my feet”
A single soul found off their feet
Must realize that their spirit has been lost
Can’t they hear the cool, festive air,
Whipping through the street?
One cannot miss out on Halloween
It is what releases a soul’s despair
Don’t you fear, please, don’t despair
Of this night out on your feet
It’s only scary because it’s Halloween
It is mead for respect of our family lost
As we dress up like the dead and lurk in the street
Rejoice with me in the Holiday’s air
Feel the holiday in the air, but do so without despair
Little kids are lining the street, costumes from their heads to feet
Walk at night but don’t get lost, on this night of Halloween
The creepy feeling you can always feel
ReplyDeleteThe fall breeze you can always smell
The creepy costumes you can always see
The candy corn you can always taste
The upcoming surprised you always know
The Happy Halloween cries you can always hear
The morning parade is clear to hear
Closeness of family is clear to feel
The story of the pilgrims and Indians is clear to know
Pumpkin pie and mashed potatoes is clear to smell
Cranberry sauce and stuffing is clear to taste
The Thanksgiving Turkey is clear to see
The signs of winter are all I see
New fallen snow is all I hear
Gingerbread and fruitcake is all I taste
Frostbite and warm fires are all I feel
Holly and evergreen are all I can smell
Upcoming Christmas is all I know
The end of the year as you know
Flashing lights and fireworks as you see
Smoke bombs and firecrackers as you smell
Cheering and noisemakers as you hear
Changes begin as you feel
New Year’s champagne as you taste
Cookies and potatoes we all taste
Basic traditions we all know
Luck is something we all feel
Green leprechauns we all see
“Top of the morning” we all hear
St. Patrick’s Day spirit we all smell
The outdoor barbeques are overwhelming to smell
Hot dogs and burgers are overwhelming to taste
The “Star Spangled Banner” is overwhelming to hear
America’s past is overwhelming to know
The red white and blue colors are overwhelming to see
July fourth is overwhelming to feel
The holidays are something we all feel, different weather and foods are clear to smell
Moving throughout the year are all I see, change is overwhelming to taste
Everything goes as you know, celebrations you can always hear