hollywood

These are three poems I wrote about the one thing I crave most in ths world...

Rhymes with pain
Lovin' the chills down my spine,
The way thoughts entwine,
The way the World works,
The things we may do for perks,
I smile and wave, but inside I crave....
It's a poem,
You figure it out...

Live in Love
Feeling the Grind
Lovin' the high
It goes in through my nose
And out through my skin....
I can feel It calling from deep within.

Highway
Life is a highway?
What about riding the rails?
Sight beyond sight,
Everything whizzing by before you can grasp it.
Falling down,
Getting up
And then doing it all again Tomorrow...

Three Words

Smiling
Laughing
Genuine fun
Seeing you makes my heart skip
Jump up and down
On the inside
Leaving is always the hardest part
Gentle gestures
Your hand in mine
Your smile
Not perfect
But your eyes light up
Feeling you on my body
I can't breath
The voices I hear are many
Your's is the only one that I remember
When i shut every one else out
I see you when I close my eyes
I can taste when I'm miles away
The only words that come to mind
Are those three words that I can't say...

summer time fun

so... its summer and no one is in school...i dont even have to worry about going back...but now i have to look for a job...some times being a grown up sucks...but i guess thats life...i still write a fair bit...i love it and i have had some free time to save the planet...cleaning up parks and such... its a good thing to do! i miss being in the school environment... where every thing is set out for you... you know where you are supposed to be all the time and you always know whats next... life aint like that... every day is a new adventure! i like to take every step with certainty of being uncertain...knowing that it is unknown. living life to the fullest is what you are to do.,..

my thoughts on novel-writting and my novel

Writting the exerpts for my novel for writers craft has been a good experience! i liked being able to just think of something to write about and liking it so much that i could one day make it all and finish it and maybe even get it published one day! i liked how my novel was pretty grim and i still made every one laugh when i read out at the coffee house. It made me proud when ms.stronach sayed that Stephen King would be proud! thats where i got my inspiration from, i can't write sappy love stories, thats my weakness. i know that authors have a forté but they can also bend that forté to fit the novel that they are writting if they feel need to do so, i can't do that...i had a hard time writting a short story about two elderly people, i feel i almost have to write gore to be satisfied with my writting. it's what i grew up reading and what i prefer to write. i find it really easy to write about killing people and maniacal actions, its fun and i get a kick out of the crazy things i can put my characters through!!

business report

this is my report on the attedance issues at edss!

lenora

Crouching in the corner of the living room, Lenora listens to him breathing heavily on the other side of the wall. His thick soled work boots clomping loudly with every step. She hears as he drags the knife along the plaster. He’s coming for her.
“FEE FIE FOE FUM!” He bellows through the empty house.
Lenora holds her hand over her mouth to quiet her breathing as she hears him drawing near. The sweat of her hands threatens her grip on the hatchet, Tears running down her cheeks.
Oh god! She thinks. What if I miss? He’ll kill me for sure!
But you won’t miss, says Elanor, I shall help you, you shan’t miss, my dear, you shan’t miss!
As she hears Elanor’s voice telling her that she “shan’t miss” she knows she can do it! She hears him taking those monster steps closer and closer to where she is waiting; she gathers all of her strength, as Elanor does the same.
Lenora takes last heaving breath before she rises to her feet, hatchet above her head. She closes her eyes and screams as she plunges the hatchet into the darkness. A gruesome sound of crunching bone and tearing flesh tell her that Elanor was right, Lenora didn’t miss.
The man screams into the abyss as the hatchet is plunged into his head, he fumbles for the handle and drops the knife. Lenora can hear him crashing into the coffee table and then onto the ground.
A squishing, wet sound meets her ears and she hears the hatchet hits the carpet.
All is silent.
Lenora starts to cry as she sinks back into the corner from which she started, she thinks of all of the things that could have happened if Elanor hadn’t helped her.
Her train of thought is broken by Elanor’s voice singing its way into her ear; it’s not over, my dear, there is another… RUN LENORA…RUN!

my thoughts on poerty

poetry is really interesing, i like writting it and going out into the world to find things to write about! this class has been neat! we went out blindfolded to see what we would see with out our eyes! it was really cool! the way that this class goes about things is different. we got to go to a place in town and write about the place that we went to! i went to the library, which was really awsome because that is one of my favorie places to go! i love how ms.stronach gives us the first line of a poem and we do what we want o for the rest of it! everyone's is different. the first line may be the same but everyone's brain works differently. ms.stronach says that responding to our dreams and listening to our subconscience selves opens up our mids to grasp things in a new way! she is a very interesting person, she knows that everyone has different i deas going through their heads and embraces that everyone is different! i think that poetry isnt something that has a face and can be put to a specific outline or there is any one who can say that this is a bad poem or a good poem. peotry is somehting that comes from the heart and can't be stamped! its just some thing that people put out there so that people may see what they see in a way and change it forever!

there is a fine line between living and surviving! there are people that live day to day. and there are people who survive the day before them! people with problems that interfere with every thing. you can live it, or you can survive it! being your self is the main part of living. believing in your self is a main part of surviving!

when life throws you lemons you make lemonade right??

what do you do when life gives you the finger???



be a survivor!!!!

friends

the best thing you can ever do is help a friend in need! that is one of my greatest joys! friends are the peanut butter that hold this crazy sandwich life together and i would do any thing to make any one of my friends happy!
a friend indeed tis me!!!!
i love you all!

how im connected

i get my news and information from ctv because thats the only channel i get at home! i sometimes get information from my friends, they are all into facebook and such so they read stuff on the internet and sites. i really don't trust facebook and twitter and chat rooms for information. people can put what ever they want up on facebook and other such web sites. i don't have the internet at home so i don't go on facebook and msn and twitter and stuff. my buds all get crazy info from the internet, like stuff that i know is untrue, like who died and whos didn't and who in the movie world is with who and what they are like outside of their movie star lives and its all crap! sometimes i hear news from the school from my buds, but its hard to believe it some times! you never know when the things are true or not! i like seeing the news...like the news on tv because that is pictures and the people are really there and you can hear whats going on in the backround. but in the newspapers, the journalist could get some thing wrong or write something silly that is completely false and such, "news" magazines aren't very reliable either! the news magazines are not really world news magazines really, the most popular stories aren't really worth reading! they are all about the drama in the hollywood peoples lives and what they are doing in there spare time and things like that! that only magazine i trust national geographic! and thats not really a news mag! its got every thing in it...except famous peoples lives... i might say that i am conncted to the world in a way and i sorta know whats going on sometimes but not all the time really! i just worry about myself and things that are happening in my life right now! i think thats more important than bogging my self down with everyone elses issues too!

Dervish lies on the ground, a spike impaling his arm. Why is he doing this to him? He thinks to hisself as he looks up at Esterriol.
“Why?” Dervish asks “What could I have possibly done to deserve this?!” He looks up at Esterriol whose giant, green hands are twisted into fists.
“I have been offered a great deal more than you could ever have offered me, my friend. Riches! Power! Glory!” He exclaimed, “you could never could have given me any of those things you useless excuse for a mage!”
Dervish knows that when a demon has made up his mind to kill you, you’re better off doing it yourself, before he gets the chance!
“Esterriol, please, what about all of those years we worked side by side to defeat those hoards of snake demons or the acid spitting slugs on Yunnaie?—“ He grunts, as he grits his teeth with the pain of his arm.
“None of that matters. now, you pathetic, little, worm! I have chosen to fight for my own kind! He proclaims, thrusting his giant fist into the air sending hunks of crusted blood off into the abyss.
“Demons will rule the earth once more,” Esterriol vows.
Dervish gurgles a failed response to Esterriol’s claim to power. He tries one last time to protest to his former friend as he sees that Esterriol has bent down to get his infamous weapon, his axe.
“Any last requests Cockroach?” he inquires with a hideous grin. He raises his axe to inflict the final blow to Dervish’s head.
Dervish gathers all of his remaining strength, his will to live, the strength to defeat his betrayer.
What was that spell? He tries to remember what his mentor taught him the very first year he had been with him.
His brain is whirring like the cogs in a clock that is out of wack. YES! IVE GOT IT! He finishes his thought process and screams a word that has crept back into his head after so many, long, years.
“BOMBARGIO!” He screams
Esterriol’s eyes grow wide, as he knows what it means. He begins to twitch, and then shudder, falls to the ground and thrashes hysterically as his body swallows itself whole and then explodes outward in a mess of limbs, intestines, organs, and other bodily objects.
Dervish lay there covered in blood! Disgusted, he vomits and every thing goes black!

creativity and me!

i find my self very creative! i love to be out of the ordinary! looking different is the thing i do the best! and my writting and poetry! absolutley wonky! i don't think creativity is marked by what class you are in or the way you look or how you talk or any thing specific! i think it is a matter how your friends, your parents every one who sees you, especially your self! no one really has a say in how creative or un creative you may or may not be! just be your self !! thats creativity!!!!