Monday, December 5. 2011
Fantastic job so far, everyone. Keep 'em coming.
"You can do it?" "Go for it?" That's not inspirational. It's suicidal. If Pickles tries to go for it right there, that's a dead cat.
Tom Hansen, (500) Days of Summer
If Tom had learned anything...it was that you shouldn't ascribe great cosmic significance to a simple earthly event. Coincidence: that's all anything ever is. It took a long time, but Tom had finally learned. There are no miracles. There's no such thing as fate. Nothing is meant to be. He knew. He was sure of it now. Tom was...
...he was pretty sure.
The Narrator, (500) Days of Summer
I love you more than I have ever found a way to say to you.
Ben Folds, The Luckiest
Tell me when you think that we became so unhappy,
Wearing silver rings with nobody clapping;
When we moved here together, we were so disappointed,
Sleeping out of tune with our dreams disjointed...
...Well, no one's gonna fix it for us – no one can.
You say that "No one's gonna listen, and no one understands."
So there's no open doors and there's no way to get through,
There's no other witnesses,
Just us two.
The Antlers, Two
In most of our posts, we grapple with issues in a fairly straightforward manner. While some of you have started experimenting with more abstract approaches - fragments, stream-of-consciousness, poetry/prose fusions, and so on - I've never really required you to go outside the box.
But I love creative writing (I teach a summer course about it!), and I love giving my students the opportunity to try their hand at it.
To that end, I’d like you to create an original piece of writing for this thread.
Take something from one of the books we've read, supplements we've covered, or films we've watched this semester as a starting point – a setting, a character (you can invent another one based on that figure), a theme, an idea, a plot point, a particularly beautiful image or line of dialogue/prose – and run from there. (If you've read Beowulf or watched Up before, you can use those as sources as well...just put "Spoilers" a bunch of times at the top of your entry.)
The usual guidelines – use fairly school-appropriate language, edit your work, present a piece that’s substantially profound enough to reward your reader for their time, etc. – remain in place. The only new requirement is that your writing must be inspired in some way by the work you’ve read; whether this inspiration comes from the author’s language, characters, stories, or themes is entirely up to you.
You may write poetry or prose, fiction or facts (or some mix of the two).
You can write from a variety of perspectives – first-, second-, third-, hybrid, etc.
You can use dialogue.
You can establish a contemporary setting, or set it in another time and place entirely.
You can experiment with form, style, and voice; in fact, I encourage you to do so, because anyone who wants to write well – at any level – as an adult needs to seem both versatile and natural. (Plots, themes, and characters seem like they should be just as difficult to master, but you’d be surprised how easily those ideas can strike; form, style, and voice require practice, and it takes a while for these to become as organic as the stories they serve.)
Identify what you feel most like writing, and write!
At the end of your piece, please explain the source of your inspiration (for example, “Inspired by Siddhartha's father's conflicted response to his son,” or “Inspired by the desire to protect what's already ours”). If you want, you can even explain how your work relates to your inspiration: what about it inspired you to write? You may or may not choose to reveal exactly what is going on in your work, or whether what you have written is real; again, the choice is yours.
People who wish to submit anonymous work to the blog should submit their pieces via e-mail, and I’ll post them under my own name. I may want to toss in a couple short pieces of my own, so you really don't need to worry about anyone finding out who wrote post #59. (For all anyone knows, it could be me.)
For this thread, I do not care about the “length” of your work; a creative writer can pack a lot of meaning into a very small space. I’m concerned mainly with effort, content, and skill – not with the amount of writing on the page. So don’t get tied up in whether what you wrote is long or short enough; write as much as you feel you need to write in order to get your point across to the audience! Just make sure it means something, and don't stop just for the sake of stopping.
Here are some examples from years past; some threads are better than others. Please note that in some cases, this thread arose in response to specific books, and spoilers are all over the place.
The Fall 2010 SFHP class's thread can be found here.
The Fall 2009 Myth/Sci-Fi class's thread can be found here.
The Spring 2010 Myth/Sci-Fi class's thread can be found here.
The Spring 2009 SFHP class's thread can be found here.
The Spring 2008 SFHP class's threads can be found here, here, and here.
This post is due at 11:59pm on Thursday, December 8th.
There are no formal length restrictions here, but you're expected to challenge yourself. You need to write well enough to impress me, and I'm willing to bet most of you will need to write more, not less, if you're trying something truly challenging.
For this post, written feedback for two of your peers is required, but more is strongly encouraged.
Finally, please remember to nominate two of your peers.
As always, write well, think well…and good luck.
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I walked up a street, music in hand
Footsteps in beat and I turned the volume up as loud as it can
Go. The proper word is could but
If we all could, we would speak the words on our minds
But for some reason we can’t.
I passed by a man with a top hat and he said to me
Tell me a story.
I looked at this stranger, afraid of the danger, that could potentially confront me
But I wanted to
I have stories to tell, I’m a walking collection of stories and
So I told him a story.
It began with where I was from.
I grew up in a town that movies can’t depict
I couldn’t possibly predict the feelings that young ruthless kids
Could elicit from a little Asian boy, like me.
You see, I’m from a place where I was different form everybody else
Where I was the pink elephant in a world of snakes.
Harmless and vulnerable.
but out of this concrete, I grew. Something like a red rose covered with dew
I blossomed and rampaged like a wildfire. Who knew.
I told this man in his tailored black suit
That my pursuits stemmed from my roots on the ground level
Not like an elevator that took me where I wanted to go at the push of a button
But I had to climb heights to be where I am today,
And I started on the ground level.
My best friend was Ambition. I was accompanied by my dreams
Of breaking out of these seams and flying proudly
Like a falcon over streams.
I was a falcon, eyes focused on my prey:
Greed taught me a hard lesson
And Love came to be the source of fuel for my fiery Hopes
Because I was inspired not by folks but by blokes that
Told me that I was less than
It was because of these disbelievers that I developed a voice
That evolved from a soft pitched cry
To a high mighty thunder that spoke in my favor.
Where I came from, there wasn’t sun
But light which mocked your very shameful existence
Light that shone to remind you that it wasn’t yet time to dream.
Dreams didn’t belong here.
The light from this “sun” froze me
This tiny black hole that was supposed to be my world,
Was anything but cozy
But I made all this my motivation
An inspiration disguised by dislocation and took a bit of patience
To find, but I found it.
And that is what makes me the man I am today.
So the listener on the bench broke the silence to say
Hey, how long is this story going to take?
I withdrew the sentence I was about to make
Rolled my sleeves up and replied
This is just the beginning.
I forgot to add this:
My inspiration came from the pop culture of LA. People are starting to try their hands at "spoken word" poetry and I thought I might give it a shot since it's utterly incredible to me. I love how people can play with different words and make the pronunciations their own. Art as a whole empowers us to speak our minds and through spoken word, people have another outlet of doing so.
I decided to talk about my subject because I feel like people don't understand who I am through my aesthetics. There is much more to me than what I show on the outside. I really hope readers can appreciate this style of writing. Enjoy!
I adore spoken word poetry and your voice really shines through in this piece. The metaphors and descriptive detailing in your writing is especially wonderful. I'm glad you gave this style a try because you are quite good at it.
I can see where you're coming from especially in these lines
"Because I was inspired not by folks but by blokes that
Told me that I was less than
It was because of these disbelievers that I developed a voice
That evolved from a soft pitched cry
To a high mighty thunder that spoke in my favor."
My favorite part though was "...I was the pink elephant in a world of snakes."
I agree with what Gwen said: your voice really does shine through this piece. Your words flowed seemed to flow so smoothly when I read through.
Nicely done, Brandon! You are the first one who posts on the blog again. Good job! This post is so good. I like your metaphor, like where it says, “I was the pink elephant in a world of snakes”. Also, I love that you use imagery and details, which make me imagine what your world looks like. I can clearly see the world that you live in and how it shapes you. By the way, I agree with Gwen too, who says “your voice really shines through in this piece. The metaphors and descriptive detailing in your writing is especially wonderful”.
Thanks guys! I really appreciate that you guys took time to read my post and enjoyed it like you did. :]
I completely saw myself when you said...
"Because I was inspired not by folks but by blokes that
Told me that I was less than
Everything you wrote sounded so natural.
Great job Brandon !
i like how your sentences flowed clearly and smoothly. i was very intrigued by your blog because i know its not easy to write a poem with consistent rhyming and wonderful imagery. keep up the good work.!!!!
Brandon, this was amazing! I can't say that I like reading poetry..in fact, I kind of dislike it. A lot .But after I started yours, I couldn't stop until I finished! It felt really personal, but your strength and determination really resonated in your piece. Great job!
I loved your piece.
The flow was...marvelous, for lack of a better word.
I felt enthralled, like a child with a new toy for Christmas, if that makes sense.
The feelings and emotions portrayed in your piece, the sense of independence and a new journey ahead of me, somehow crept out of my computer and into my heart and soul.
I know its cheesy, but true.
That's when a good writer has found success.
(Side Note: Funny how this should hit me on the brink of my 18th birthday.)
And you touched upon a concept that seems to be present in many self-discovery situations, especially in Siddhartha, I feel, and I'm glad you did.
Most people tend to find the selves when alone, away from all influence, or in the presence of a stranger.
I just have one question: what made you decide on an old man wanting to hear a story? I'm intreguied, and am pondering if there is any masked significance to it.
This was very well written and you could tell it had meaning
It’s quick isn’t it? Death, I mean. Just a blink of an eye, and you’re gone.
Well, it’s not really your fault.
No one would have suspected your husband to come home drunk wielding a knife. But your angel is alive, currently sleeping in her crib with your parents, and unharmed thanks to you. The blood flowing from your neck was enough, I believe, to stop him.
One blink, and you see me.
I’m not sure why people dread this moment, because if it’s actually your time and the paramedics are unable to revive you, I give you a choice.
I ask, “Do you want to go back, or do you want to continue on?”
No one ever chooses to go back.
You didn’t either.
The lines across your face gave it away—you were tired.
“Why?” You sounded like a first-grader.
“Honey, everyone’s got to die some day.”
“No, I meant why did Brian break up with me in college? And why did my friends desert me when I needed them the most that one year? Why did I have to spend so many birthdays alone? And why did I marry John?” Your face looked so lost, as if everything from the last forty years began to replay in your mind.
I smiled. You’ve always been an inquisitive one.
“Why does any of that matter anymore? Or better yet, did that really, truly matter at all?”
You looked even more confused.
“Don’t think about it. You spent your entire life thinking about it, every single second worrying over something, big or small, with thought after thought flowing through that mind of yours one after another—stop.”
With your brows wrinkled and eyes directed straight at me, as if you expected any more, you started that nasty habit again, and began to think. Confusion clouded your face, and I sensed pain.
But the confusion dissipated almost as quickly as you had died. You looked at me and smiled.
“So what now?” I felt what you call happiness radiating from that question.
“Oh, in just a bit, you’ll be born again. Your previous life wasn’t exactly perfect, you see, and until perfection you will be reincarnated.”
Your face fell. “Perfection?”
“You will understand when the time comes. In the meantime—” You cut me off before I could finish.
“So you mean that I have to go back?” Disappointment filled the air.
“In a sense, you’re not going back. There is no ‘back.’ You may be returning to the same realm and world, but not to the same life. You will start anew.”
There was no more pondering or thinking and you said no more, but only gave me a smile.
And with a nod of acknowledgement, you vanished, as quickly as you died.
No matter, I’ll be seeing you again.
I just need to blink.
This is inspired from different aspects from Siddhartha. I think this is my take on what enlightenment is, and that idea of reincarnation I also was inspired to use because of Siddhartha.
This piece grabbed my attention from the very first line. I love how you flawlessly blend quoted dialogue and narration. The way that you tied together the piece by referencing blinking was beautiful.
Thank you! My reference to blinking is also sort of to question the existence of time and how we perceive it, how time may be like what we talked about in class--one point instead of a line.
I liked the story that you told. Reminded me a bit of the scene in Harry Potter after Harry dies.
And I agree. The world is tiring
Haha, I agree with you. When I was brainstorming what I wanted to write I kept thinking about that scene with Harry Potter and Dumbledore at "King's Cross Station," and I was even considering adding that into my story.
I love your story, Alton. It is really good. This idea of the story is fresh to me. I agree that death can happen so quickly. I also agree that “it’s not really [our] fault” because we cannot control death. By the way, if I were the main character in the story, I will choose to stay in there (the setting – like heaven? So that I won’t suffer anymore). If I cannot choose to stay, I will choose to “go back” to my original life because there is no guarantee that I will get a better life (if I choose the other option). If my second life is a bad life too, that will be really suck.
Thanks! Yes the setting is something like heaven--but not really at the same time. I pictured it to be more like a rest stop in between lives, not really heaven.
I like how you told the story from the perspective of the "higher being" rather than the confused woman. When you referenced starting life anew I thought about Kamala, who did not achieve enlightenment in her first "life," but will eventually be sent back in whatever shape or form to take another step towards nirvana.
-Joseph C Period 2
Hmm Kamala... I didn't really think about her, but now that you mention it, not only does it make sense but I could see her in this conversation as well!
This is an excellent portrayal of what a scene after death could look like. I enjoyed reading it and I can see clearly how Siddhartha inspired you. I liked how the higher being seemed to be a patient adult to the confused "child".
I love the way you took a different approach to the previously established concept of reincarnation. The dialogue that you wrote for the characters really made this story interesting to read! Great post!
I really liked this because it felt very real to me. Death is inevitable, and being born into a new life is hope that everyone wants. This is really good because it gives people hope.
I love the way you used the verb "blink" to describe how quickly life can pass by. Good job on the post!
Very interesting work. I've wondered about the afterlife before too and I like your perspective. (:
I really liked how you left me confused at your identity at the begging of your post.
This was interesting but it got me to thinking. Well done.
"You busy on the 1st? I wanna take you downtown"
Sounds like an innocent enough plan
Two friends riding the Metro and trekking around LA
Yet I'm making up scenarios in my head again
Dreaming of a modern fairy tale
Summer and Tom's bench is somewhere downtown isn't it?
But thoughts like these just set me up for disappointment
After all, you don't take friends to romantic places
I should stop thinking you will eventually sweep me off my feet
You already missed your opportunity
We both moved on
We tell each other about our various crushes
We both had our respective relationships
So why do thoughts of you still keep me up at night?
Doesn't my brain know that I don't love us?
I don't want to think about
sitting in your car late at night, talking about absolutely everything
walking around the fair and your offer to buy me overpriced fried goodies
waking up obnoxiously early for Disneyland days
getting lost on dark streets, just for a few moments with you
the way you jokingly call yourself Mr. Sexy
you taking my hand when I'm hurt,
assuring me as you wipe the blood off my feet that you are certified in first aid
I refuse to think about
they way you randomly text me "Hey Beautiful"
or how I love to run my fingers to your hair
and how you let me do so
I don't want to admit that I am truly blissful when your head is in my lap
I won't even allow myself to consider you my best friend, because I know that I'm not close to being your's
Perhaps I'm merely living in the past
So what if we once almost kissed?
It doesn't matter
I continue telling my self such as we ride the rails
as I pretend that your spontaneous Spanish phrases don't make me smile
But looking up, and seeing a little park on a hill
With a bench
I can't help but wonder
Inspired by Tom and Summer's relationship in  Days of Summer especially the following lines:
Summer: We're just friends
Tom: No! Don't pull that with me!
Tom: Did you ever do this, you think back on all the times you had with someone and you just replay it in your head over and over again and you look for those first signs of trouble?
Wow, this post serious got me thinking about not only 500 days of Summer but my past experience (just in the guy's perspective). I really connected with what you wrote, and I'm glad you shared the girl side of the perspective. Anyhow, I hope everything works well for you if it's a nonfiction
I really enjoyed reading this, I had the image of 500 days of summer in my head as well as the LA lifestyle. I like the way you described what you liked doing with your friend, it seems pure and loving. Good Job!
Gwen! I really liked your post because it was so easy to understand your emotions. The piece felt like you were speaking to me. Good post!
As strange as it may be, you stunned me.
I'm normally not speechless.
I'm not a harsh critic, but only very few pieces of literature strike me as nothing less than wonderfull, and this was one of them.
When I started to read your piece, I was hit by an urge to comment that your piece was too "suggestive"...
...but as I read, I realized that this was the right kind of suggestive, if that makes any sense.
You've really improved your writing skills, and I'm not saying that as your friend, but as a peer. Your pieces have changed so much over the course of a few weeks; I find less of your trademark "cutsie" details, and more relevant bits and pieces that are both entertaining and move the plot along (all while keeping the story interesting), which has been the focus of our writing since the beginning of the semester.
I love the intensity of the piece (I'm such a (500) fan!) and the imagery.
It feels as if it's me going through the experience, with your words guiding what my thoughts should be thinking.
Nice. Freaking. Job.
Mr. Spes, aged with grace, fleshed out his wrinkles with cascading tears. He watched silently as he glanced through his wood-stained panes; there was an innocent child playing on his yard, his sea of leaves. He did not mind that the child had intruded his land; no, he was swollen with gratitude as he watched the child approach his mother questioningly.
“Mother, why do the leaves change colors when the sky turns bitter?” asked the child, as he plucked a leaf from the endless orange.
“Child, God wanted some color when he painted the sky gray.”
The child danced and skipped, not even the smooth rain falling from the gray sky could end the child from merrily catching the leaves as it fell from his mother’s palms.
They vanished. The mother first; the child followed his mother into the emptiness.
Mr. Spes wept with his final bottle of moonshine. He put that bottle to his head desperate for its trigger. Her memory sustained its blows, to his head, to his heart. How could she have left him with words unspoken? How could she leave him with their child? She was perfect for him. The child was perfect for him.
The candles flickered as the aroma of spicy vanilla filled the wooded room. Mrs. Veritas solemnly placed her book upon her night stand and peered at her window to watch the falling specks of snow. She took a sip of air and bourbon. The vivid face of her son was all she saw in her own reflection as she blankly peered into her cup.
“He has done well for his country.” she thought. Her lingering thoughts never seemed to replace the truth. Mrs. Veritas so badly battled the truth, the hauntings of her own flesh and blood; she only lost the battles on the days ending with -y. Two foggy shadows appeared. She was unable to make of the faces but there shared a familiarity. She watched the silhouettes of two teenagers parked down by the riverside.
The teenager was lost in the innocence of his first kiss. He glowed but softly shook his head with a smile. She tickled his lips with piercing sweetness and, never scratched.
They vanished into the foggy and snow bitten distance.
In hope of vs. truth
Who is to be blamed?
He was blind. He hoped for her, he hoped for that child to come to his house. He hoped for his house to be their home.
She saw clearly. She left the man with all the expectations.
She retreated from truth. She also confronted truth.
When I started reading, I was so excited because I thought that it was a happy piece. Then I got to the line where "They vanished" and my heart dropped. But part of me grew more eager because I am a sucker for realism. I was defiantly not disappointed. This was concise, meaningful, and poetic.
Hello Tiffany, I like your post. Your post is poetic and contains a deep meaning in it. I felt like how Gwen felt. I was excited at the beginning, and then I started felt sorry and sympathetic for the characters. The last third line, “He was blind. He hoped for her, he hoped for that child to come to his house. He hoped for his house to be their home”, touches my heart. This post almost makes me cry. You did a wonderful job.
Hey i really liked what you wrote, it was nice and fun but then it got suspenseful. It was not what i expected it to be (in a good way). I found it very interesting. Thanks for sharing.
“Hey dude, how’s going?” Shawn came near me and put a hand over my shoulder.
“I’m fine, thank you.” I attempted to give him a smile.
“When did you get back your electricity?” he continued, his voice full of energy.
“Last night,” was the mechanical reply.
“Dude, you’re lucky! How about the internet?” Shawn put on an expression of jealousy, and leaned casually against the wall, waiting for my response.
“Same answer.” I simply replied.
“Why you sound like you’re sick?” He peered at me curiously
“I’m fine, thank you,” I snapped, beginning to feel irritated.
“I bet Mr. Feraco won’t open the door until 8.00am again today,” he said with certainty.
“Probably,” Looking away from his face, I hoped that he wouldn’t notice my annoyed frown.
“Today we have a quiz,” he kept talking and talking, and I kept nodding and nodding, waiting for a release from the incessant blabber. Finally, when Mr. Feraco opened the door, I thought, “Oh God, thank you!”
That statement, “Oh God, thank you!”, reminded me my girlfriend. Because of this statement, we parted away from each other last week. She said that I am too nice and I do not act like how a boyfriend should behave. She said that she likes a guy will scold at her, will treat her coolly, and will talk less. She said that I am like her best friend more than her boyfriend. After I heard all of these, I told her, “Oh God, thank you! Thank you for telling me all of these. Thank you!” But I didn’t mean it. I was really angry. I felt like she didn’t like me anymore. After that day, I told myself that, “fine, I can live with myself. I can find another girlfriend”.
However, this was not the case. Yesterday, I thought about her in darkness when my house did not have electricity. I thought about the happy days that we had in the past years. I thought everything related to her. I wanted to call her and to say sorry, but my phone was out of battery. I wanted to find her on facebook, but I could not turn on my computer without electricity. I was totally screwed. I wanted to see her at that moment. I wanted her to stay next to me. I overestimated myself. I thought I could forget everything about her, but I couldn’t. I was still thinking about her today. I couldn’t concentrate when I was doing the quiz during the English lesson. I couldn’t pay attention when Dr. Sutro was lecturing. I couldn’t find my passion when I was cooking my waffle during Food Science. I could NOT live without her. She, meant everything to me.
*Shawn, this is a fiction, and I hope that you know what I mean.
-Inspired by “The Futile Pursuit of Happiness” and its theme – overestimate our feelings what we will have in future (but I switched a little bit)
You. are. going. to. die. Ka Kei... maybe our "roles" will switch tomorrow... hum...
I hope that happy face misled you... ~grows mushrooms in a corner~
I really liked the way you put things. It was like i was literally inside your head thinking what you were thinking, and looking through your eyes like a window. I'm sorry for what happened to you but keep your head up. (:
It is interesting how you fused the various stories and somewhat of a reality together.
Oh man.. Kai Kei remember the other day when I talked to you with the other girls? When I read this, I thought I annoyed you too since I don't know which day you were talking about.. D:
Good gracious it's fake..
Oh and.. Relationships. They are interesting. They can make us change so much and make us feel warm yet they can also break us to such extent. If this does ever happen to you, just know that life shouldn't be over Though one path may end, many will open at the same time so there are many more opportunities in life to achieve happiness!
Anything is everything.
What does this duality mean?
A. Pretend that you’re in class and the teacher has forbidden everyone to eat food in the classroom. But you haven’t eaten breakfast or lunch. And the teacher is sitting across the room at his table.
If you would eat your entire lunch on the spot, skip to E.
If you would eat only apple slices, skip to B.
If you wouldn’t eat, skip to G
B. TEACHER SEES YOU. The teacher is walking towards you, with a look of disapproval on his face.
If you hide the food, skip to D
If you try to reason with the teacher, skip to H.
C. The bell rings and you walk out of class. On the way out the door, you even find a 20 dollar bill. Good decision making. Skip to I.
D. The teacher walks toward you, sees that there is no food, then coughs once and returns back to his seat. Having only eaten a little, you stay hungry. Skip to J.
E. While you’re eating your lunch, crumbs start building up on your table. Enough that it is noticeable to anybody that passes by. There are only 5 minutes left of class.
If you get up and clean up the crumbs, skip to F
If you leave the crumbs, skip to C.
F. While you’re going up to get napkins, the teacher passes by your table and notices the mess. He gives you lunch detention.
H. The teacher understands your situation and lets you finish your food. He warns you never to try it again. One week passes. Skip to A.
I. On Facebook, you see the following post on Facebook from the guy/girl you like:
“TODAY WAS THE DEADLINE TO PAY TO GO TO FRANCE. I DROPPED PART OF MY MONEY ON MY WAY TO THE ASB OFFICE. WHY MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. I WILL NOW LIVE IN A MONASTERY/NUNNERY FOR THE REST OF ETERNINTY”. You miss out on the chance to get with the guy/girl of your dreams.
J. The next day, the teacher shows an episode of Oprah where she explains the detriment of eating in class to the entire chemistry and productivity of the classroom. The teacher glares at you while the entire movie is playing.
Now go through it again, but this time, imagine if your mother is watching all the decisions you make.
Or if it were you cheating on a test, instead of just eating food in class.
The sinner lies within everyone, and so does the Buddha.
Inspired by Siddhartha.
Hey Lyndon, I love this thing. I was kind of shocked and laughed out when I found out my answer. My answer is “[I] wouldn’t eat” and it asks me to go to G, which says “LIAR”. I don’t think this term applies to me, but anyways, thanks for your fun test. It makes me laughed because it ended so quickly. I really enjoy these kinds of activities.
This is creative. I've always liked those "choose your own adventure" things.
This really meant alot to me. This is a real work of art you have here my friend. I love how you incorporated youtube into the blog. but seriously, amazing job.
Calvin Period 3
This was such an amusing post. It was really fun. I actually went through all the options and every single one of them made me laugh. And just to clear things up, I'm not a liar!
oh myyy! Would C be Karma? HAHA! This activity made my day! Genius!
Lyndon! I really like this, it's really creative! Great work!
wow, I was very impressed by the intricacy of this test you wrote. it was really fun to take and it made obvious sense where your inspiration came from. I could really see evidence of "karma" in this. I definitely felt just a little bad when I found out that I essentially stole money from a girl that I liked. Thanks for the amazing post!
This is really creative. It's kind of depressing because there's no choice that allows us to avoid sinning but good job!
Haha! That was pretty trickey, and creative at te same time! Im glad i stopped by and read your post Lyndon. Good Job!
I did the test, and I chose I would eat, but I was curious as to what choice I would get if I didn't eat. I laughed when I saw the word LIAR because there was no other choice after LIAR. This was very different from what I've been reading, and your post was really creative. Great job!
This is was such a fun and interesting blog to read. Although I'm still kind of sad about the Liar part but overall great job!
Your work is really creative and I really like it and i also like how you put youtube in it.
Lyndon, your post was very well thought out and creative. It must have taken a long time to write out something like this and it showed.
Three stories walk through three different highways
Entry points all being the same
Ending points resulting in different pain,
Three strangers come to relate through coincidence
A collision of perspective
Induced from a punishment for poor attendance,
Yes three trouble makers each with his own forte
Seemingly fate's design
A disaster of three soon to be combined
The balance was perfect
Day by day fulfilling the need of having no purpose
Until a strange day appeared
One of the three had disappeared,
An unusual event
Which led the others to look for their friend,
Searching every building
Recalling every memory
But futility waited for them in the end,
Every expected location
Even the room which induced the perspective collision
Still no trace
Until one day they had found their third
Where did the Two find him?
On the Newspaper that headlined
"Winner By a Mile!"
The Two looked at his grin with distaste,
Now only Two would have to do
So they continued their purpose of purposelessness
To find that their Third headlined once again
"Tragic Accident Takes Star Runner"
Again another look of distaste,
But the Two continued nevertheless
Honoring the memory of their Third
With an increased purposelessness
But once again so curious
One had found himself without his partner
And began to search in purpose,
He found the second much faster then the Third
And the day after their reunion
He spoke his memorial word,
Too young for this fate
Wish he had more time with his friend
The One tried so hard to avoid cliche lines
But knew all things came to an end,
And as the service finished up
And the Second was laid into his bed
The One began to cry
And missed his other two friends,
He tried to continue his life
But found he could not continue what was dead,
Until one day something curious
The One met three friends
Strange in the resemblance
Of the Three in their younger years,
They called him Mister
And as he spoke would listen with open ears,
So he became a school counselor
Helping the friendships of Fate's design
Watching over the perspective collisions
Wishing that the other two were by his side.
This was inspired by Brandon Truong's spoken word. I say this because I know if I say something else he'll just say I copied him. (I was really inspired by Bittersweet a spoken word done by Kanye West)
I was also inspired by the plot line of war, and the inability of people to control the destiny of their loved ones
I once was lost
Now I am found
Limited I stood
Love had no bound
I once was troubled
Now I sensed peace
I once was prideful
Yet, humbled was He
Who/what am I?
Am I not like all of you, children of God? Am I not a creation fearfully and wonderfully made? I could say so.
People describe me as a Christian living up to my faith, acting like how I should. But, there’s no such thing as a perfect Christian, or Buddhist, or Muslim, or whichever other religion/faith you belong to. I am glad I have found God, though – well – it’s more likely the other way around.
Once a shy little boy with hidden daggers in his smile whose eyes pierced souls, now a man, eighteen, intelligent (to a certain degree), warmly hugs his peers – and means it.
I really don’t remember anything else from my childhood experience; other than the harsh seeking of a life purpose: Harvard? President? Rich? Yea, life is greater than all that – at least, that’s what the 80 mph wind told me… One second my trash can is in my yard, the next is already on the street. Another second my lively lemon tree still existed, the next it was split in half.
I can’t help thinking of how when life gives me a lemon, what will I do with it: be a businessman and invest in it? Be an Asian and plant it? Or be a great friend and throw it at Ka Kei (sometimes I wish this has a facebook-like tagging system)? Well, I think I will choose to plant it and share them because it wasn’t mine the first place.
And about that wind… there’s something different about it amongst ordinary people’s ideas. No school for students – HOORAY! When people viewed darkness as eternal suffering and an end to endless opportunities, I saw it as a place of serenity and concentration. All my distractions were gone. I guess I am just too optimistic at times.
Once I overlooked all the AP courses, hey, life isn’t really as complicated as it seems – it’s only complicated when you make it that way. I am not saying life isn’t tough; it’s just that, there’s almost always a way out. Noticed I said “almost,” because there are just moments where you are stranded on a life boat in the open ocean with hungry sharks grinding their teeth surfacing around you waiting for the perfect moment to attack, and it seems like you have no way out. Maybe superman will come to rescue you, who knows! Life is harsh because it’s unexpected, right? That’s why people invest in the future by working hard now.
My future is unknown, but I do know that I will continue my faith, meet my dream girl, finish my education, gain my success, throw my lemon at Ka Kei… You know what, I will just let life does its thing.
When people question why I choose my faith over anything else, I kindly respond, “Because my God had died for my sake.” A beautiful lady from the movie “White Chicks” said, “Any man willing to block a bullet for me can go on a date with me.” I think I am like that. Perhaps you are also dumb enough to be willing to die for someone like me, but He’s done it already – it’s a done business – I repeat, it’s done. Plus, I like being who I am. For better and for worse, I am me, a child God.
Inspired by Siddhartha’s path of reaching enlightenment and my own faith.
Hi Shawn! I admire your faith towards Christ and your post has inspired me to write my post based on faith too!
i think this one of my first blogs or assignments where i dont speak directly about God but im glad to see someone else is
A trip to the mall on a Wednesday.
I was accompanied by a senior friend
who people say I look like him.
But our choices differ.
As we walked he pulled out a stick of death
lighting it as I suffocate in its essence.
It was something new and I asked
“When did you start?”
He told me last week.
Its not to late, I thought to myself.
I told him you have to stop
but there was no response.
I do not know why he would do that to himself
but the taught haunted me.
Every class walked into, I ask myself why?
People say I look like him,
maybe my fear is that I would act like him.
I asked his friend to help me
because I am only a sophomore.
What can I do?
But they did nothing...
The frustration clouded my mind
Until one day, he left.
our senior year differs greatly.
And I am glad his actions did not affect my choices.
Inspired by Siddhartha. Identity
Oh My God. Hey Kevin, I really love your poem, especially where it says, “a stick of death”. I guess this means cigarette, right? I love this metaphor so much and you did a really good job. By the way, I know the feeling that you felt when you found out someone around you smoked. One of my friends smokes too, but I am not really sure is he lying to me or not (because that’s what he told me). I always tell him to stop but it seems futile (he always ignored what I say). I hope that one day he will realize the harm before it is too late.
I really enjoyed how you compared someone who was supposedly, "like you," and ended up being different. How you han seeds planted in your head that his actions might steer you the same way too but it did not. Good Job!
I like your use of rhetorical questions and the unanswered questions. It really makes you think.
If you would kindly leave this open in a tab as you read:
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"...NASA experts confirm that asteroid 1950 DA is on a collision course with our planet, forecasted to strike tonight at approximately 11:10 PM Pacific Standard Time. It is with great remorse that I must inform you that planet Earth will be destroyed by the impact. We here at the channel 7 news team would like to thank you for tuning in to our show. This has been Michelle Tuzee, signing off for the last time..."
I turned off the TV. Well, this is it, I thought to myself. Game over. The world is ending. With a sigh, I got up from the couch. I wasn’t really scared of dying – after all, I had lived a decent life, and didn’t have many regrets. Nonetheless I was sad that my time here had to be cut short; there was still so much ahead of me, so much I wanted to do, so many things I didn’t get to experience... Maybe I could make the most of these last few hours alive, I thought. I glanced at the clock to check how much time I had; it was a few minutes past 5. Six hours left to live, before everything went up in flames. Literally. There was one last thing I had to do before I could rest in peace. I called up my best friend.
“Hey,” he answered. “Hey,” I said. “I’m sure you know what’s going on.”
“Yeah. Do you know what you’re gonna do today?”
“I’m gonna ask her out.”
“Haha! Really? It’s about time! She likes you too, you know.”
“Yeah? Alright, well, wish me luck. And sorry I’m not spending the day with you today.”
“Sure thing. Hey, don’t worry about it. I’ll see you in heaven when this is all over, and we’ll have plenty of time up to hang up there.”
I chuckled. My friend was the best one could ask for. “Sounds like a plan. See you there!”
I hung up, and dialed another number.
“Hello?” her voice rang through the phone. “Hey. It’s me,” I said. “Hi,” she replied. She sounded gloomy, and with good reason.
“I’m sure you saw the news,” I said.
My heart started to pound, and adrenaline began to course through my veins.
“I thought I should call to let you know... after all these years, ever since I first saw you... I like you.”
There was a brief silence. It felt like my chest was going to burst open.
“Uh huh. And if you’re not doing anything today, I was hoping maybe we could go hang out for a little bit, before... you know...”
“Sure,” she giggled. “I’d like that. You wanna meet me at the mall?”
“Okay. I’ll see you there.” And we hung up.
We spent the day walking around, talking and getting to know each other. The mall was overrun with looters and arsonists, but was also a medium to find common grounds and interests. It turns out we had a lot in common, including our feelings for each other; it’s a shame we didn’t meet sooner.
Night soon fell. By the time the sun had hidden behind the horizon, we had made our way to the park. It was quiet and empty, but a refreshing change of pace from the flames and shattered windows of the mall. We sat down on a grassy hill, underneath a tree, and spent the last night of our lives looking at the sky. It looked especially pretty tonight, so tranquil and peaceful; every star and every planet and every galaxy seemed to be visible. Ironic, considering we were all going to die and never see them again. She scooted closer to me, and we snuggled together, her cheek against mine.
I felt a tear begin to run down her face. I turned to look at her, and noticed her gaze was fixated upward, on something in the sky. I followed her gaze and, realizing what she saw, lied down next to her on the grass. Our hands met as we lay, watching a bright fireball in the sky get closer and closer.
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Inspired by the temporality of life, and partly by Mr. Feraco's question "What would you do if you knew you could not fail?"
Author's note: this isn't written from MY perspective, just first person. I already have a girlfriend.
I REALLY LIKED THIS. It's usually really hard to get me worked up, because I'm heartless, but this got to me. And adding the song too.
And I liked how the peacefulness of the couple contrasted with the world ending. Like the calm before a storm.
I agree with Lyndon, this story really stirred up some emotions inside me. I felt happy for the fictional couple, yet was saddened by their impending fate. I think you caught the emotion of the situation very well. Great job!
Joseph C-Period 2
Corbin, this was truly a masterpiece. First off, I have to give you props for pairing a song that really worked well with mood and tone of this story, it really helped highlight and heighten the final moments you had left. Like you, I struggle with not taking the chances until it’s to late, and this has inspired me to challenge myself with pushing myself to be a risk taker. Great job Corbin!
I feel like you captured the essence of the Death Machine short stories perfectly. The character learns of his impending doom and that changes his decisions for his last few hours left on earth.
It's interesting how you portrayed the character as accepting his fate and using his last hours on earth giving his love to another.
The story is good. Awesome. But story is story, with last min of your life, if I were you, I will spend time with my family ... Probably because of my old fashion communism with tradition Chinese background, parents will be placed at top, i ll spend time to thank them show my appreciation which can't be displayed in less than the time. Well, that is just me.
Wow, I enjoyed this very much.
It was easy to read and very chilling but heartwarming at the same time.
I read this with the song on the other tab. It added a special feeling to your piece. It is very touching and I really liked it! It teaches us to get ourselves together and be brave and do what we really want to do (as long as it's not a bad deed). I like your story!
This was really good! My internets really slow right now so the music was buffering, but I enjoyed your writing nonetheless! Great job Corbin!
Very nice blog. I feel sorry for the couple, only knowing each other's true feelings right before everything was going to end.
Corbin! I loved that you attached a song link!
As I was reading your post, and listening to the guitar, I literally felt like I was in a different place--almost as if I were in your story.
It's amazing how the characters in your post are so calm; death doesn't seem to scare them. I wish I could be that brave.
Despite the characters' inevitable death, I found your story extremely inspirational. There are so many things we could do in this world if we thought that we couldn't fail.
Thanks for posting!! I loved it!
Corbin, that was crazy!! Reading your post, I was convinced that it was really haooening, and that i should call a close friend and talk until the meteor hit. Im really glad i read your post! Well Done!
Corbin, this post was intense. You would make an awesome movie director. I virtually felt connected to your characters and I felt like I was actually there. Overall Super EPIC job!
Ah.. What a sweet ending. I can't help but feel a bit of disappointment since they only last for so long together..
I think this was truly moving.. it gives you a sense to do what you want to do before the chance is taken away.
I really liked the apocalyptic setting you used for your post. It really made the words jump off the screen and made the characters seem even more realistic. Also, the imagery you used really enhanced the settings that you portrayed. Great post overall.
I sent them a card last week—not the homemade kind.
I went to the drug store last week at 10:38PM. I remembered their anniversary as I was trying to fall asleep. I debated whether I cared enough to get out of my warm bed. As much as I hate to admit it, I do care enough. My roommate says I’m pathetic.
“I heard that you’re settled down
That you found a girl and you're married now
I heard that your dreams came true
Guess she gave you things I didn’t give to you.”
Adele, Someone Like You
I went to the greeting card section. It was picked over, as usual. No one cares enough to make their own anymore. Greeting cards let us pretend like we actually care about the person we’re sending them to. Their heart-felt sayings make it so the recipient feels loved by the sender. It’s all lies, really. Greeting cards let us feign connections.
“Get Well Soon!”
“Happy Birthday, Kid!”
Really? We can’t fathom to write it ourselves?
I started with the funny cards—I always do.
Funny Anniversary: Card #1:
“When he leaves the toilet seat up, don’t forget you love each other! Happy 50thAnniversary!”
Too bad it’s only their first. Damn, a year already?
I picked up a card on the floor. Small hearts were plastered on the front. Girly—slightly sickening.
For Him: Card #2:
“I love us.”
I’d rather shoot myself in the foot.
For Her: Card #3:
“Every day you amaze me. But today, you get a card.”
I’d rather shoot myself in both feet.
Standard Anniversary: Card #4:
“Congratulations on one year of marriage!”
How about: Congratulations for leaving me! You two deserve each other!
Or maybe: It’s been a year. I’m still angry. Happy Anniversary!
I bought it.
It only costs $4.25 to pretend like you’re happy.
He told me never to say it. Not if I didn’t mean it, that is. Well, I don’t mean it. I never will. But technically I’m not saying it; Hallmark is. It’s simply congratulations by proxy. I just have to sign my name.
No one said it was illegal to hide behind Helvetica font.
They sent me a card back. It’s like when your grandparents call you after Christmas to thank you for the thank you card you sent them.
Some people just don’t know how to let a good thing go.
She dots every “i” with a heart. She would.
“Thanks for remembering our special day! Take care!”
Thanks for your concern.
The sight of your perfect handwriting stings almost as much as lemon juice in a paper cut.
Thanks for remembering?
Thanks for ruining my life.
He signed his name below hers.
He always uses blue pen.
“The scars of your love remind me of us
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all
The scars of your love, they leave me breathless
I can’t help feeling
We could have had it all.”
Adele, Rolling in the Deep
I went back to the drug store today. I spent an hour in the cereal aisle.
I couldn’t decide between Lucky Charms and Fruit Loops.
So I bought them both.
As I was walking to the cash register, I stopped by the greeting card section. There was a young girl standing in front of the anniversary cards. She was chewing gum vigorously. We held each other’s gaze for a few seconds. I smiled, and she smiled back.
We kept our distance.
I proceeded to walk towards the cash register. Then I heard a small voice.
“Umm, excuse me. Do you have a second?” It was the gum-chewing girl.
It’s Tuesday, so I don’t have class. I told her I could spare a minute.
She was holding the card covered in tiny hearts—“I love us” printed inside.
“Do you think this is corny?” she asked. “It’s my two month anniversary this weekend and I want to get my boyfriend the perfect card.”
I told her it was cute, and that I’m sure her boyfriend would love it.
It only takes a minute to make someone think that you actually care.
---Inspired by Tom Hansen’s greeting card writing job, my favorite conversation in 500 Days of Summer:
TOM: “So, I guess I should say congratulations.”
SUMMER: “Only if you mean it.”
TOM: “Well, in that case…”
Siddhartha’s initial inability to establish true connections, Macbeth’s murders by proxy, and of course, the lyrical genius of Adele.
This is amazing! I absolutely love the way that you break up the lines and insert dialogue between the narrator's commentary.
A creative expansion on what Tom says about greeting cards. The theme that emotions are freely given and no longer mean anything special seems to be one that many want to explore further. I also like how you incorporated the song lyrics throughout your story.
This is amazing! But you're stuff always is! It was like reading a really interesting book; I was so disappointed when it ended. But everything was so cleverly placed and I loved how you incorporated little details that give so much life and personality to the story. It's so very true though, how people are able to thoughtlessly send cards nowadays without actually writing it out themselves. I thought it was interesting how you picked the greeting card scene from "500 Days of Summer" as a starting point. You did a fantastic job with it though, and I'm really glad you picked it and wrote this.
i absolutely love your post.
the emotions screamed at me. I felt the pain, literally.
Very perspective building! I love the correlation with the song, the emotion really speaks loudly! Awesome work!
Megan you're absolutely an amazing writer. I was able to visualize everything you wrote and put myself in that position. Words are easy to say, but having actual meaning behind them is what really counts and it's extremely easy for us to not mean what we say.
Hey Megan! Your post was amazing! I liked how you broke up the lines and added lyrics to it. It was an emotional and well written post! Great job!
Thank you everyone for taking the time to read my post!! I really appreciate all of your positive comments!
Hi! Megan. Your post is great. I like the way you write about your emotion. I felt the same emotion that you had.
OMG! Adele references I love it. Really good Megan. Go Ravenclaw! Lol
Megan I loved how you captured each emotion in the song! I couldn't stop rereading this blog! Nicely
Your last line really hit me because there are so many times in my life when people give me the smallest compliment on some of my worst days, and it makes me feel so much better. I really liked the cards too. Great post!
I liked how you incorporated lyrics into your piece. Your posts are really meaningful. Keep up the good work!
I really like how you put lyrics of songs in to your story! I think that is really clever.
How easily the outside world infects us
My confidence oozes out like yellow pus
Confused, unsure, and vulnerable
I am so easily convinced and adaptable
I believe one thing and for once I am sure
But then see the ideas of others and revert to insecure
How can anyone accept me if I don’t offer a “Me” to begin with?
I wish to share my great characteristics but I am merely a myth
Do I actually believe you? Do I honestly want to do that?
Am I frail like a withering feather or am I strong like a wooden bat?
Do I curse at the moon when I feel lonely at night?
Or do I gaze lovingly at the pale glowing light?
Am I frustrated by my own behavior?
Or do I stand proud acting like a savior?
I smile and laugh when truthfully I am cracked
I wonder if they realize this is all an act.
Perfection, wanting to please everyone,
Having “normal” be to act in fear so they don’t shun
Acceptance, true love and admiration is what I crave
Not in a fake hollow sense but as strong as a crashing wave
I wish not to feel so lonely in an overpopulated world
To not become furious as the emotions begin to whirl
To not be repeatedly disappointed by my high expectations
For all these negative thoughts to exist as mere exaggerations
To attempt risky options, to indulge without fear
To understand the cause of each salty tear
To approve of my ideas and shout with pride
To live without constantly wishing to have someone by my side
What you say should not poison my original idea
What you do should not change my actions neither should the media
No matter how hard you persuade and try to convince me,
I long to have the ability to proceed confidently
I am me and you are you why must we blend?
Why must everyone follow the same trend?
What happened to originality, to “being yourself”?
That is impossible with magazines and movies on the shelf
Barrels of pressure and a high standard,
Are enough to dilute our originality and have our minds slandered
I want to be the strong leader my director chose,
I want to be the hilarious poised teenager everyone knows.
I wish for my confusion, loneliness, and uncertainty to evaporate away,
So I could smile from a sincere place, accepting myself at the end of the day.
Inspired by a collection of sources varying from an "Identity" theme as well as acceptance and existing as a leaf or a stone.
I couldn't stop reading your poem. It's personally hard for me to rhyme and write poems like this, but your's seemed to come out in such a natural way that flowed. I had to consciously look for the rhymes, otherwise I would get too caught up in the entire content itself because they were so subtle, yet they were there. I thought that every line you wrote was full of meaning and was really easy to connect to. I absolutely loved it. Thanks for posting.
Stephanie Huang, Period 6
Danggg I was just skimming through the posts, but man this really got me hooked! Crazy imagery!
I would have to agreee with Jeff as well. The imagery is just mind tingling; almost as if you could feel it.
I really enjoyed reading your poem. It was easy to picture it and connect to it because we all have felt that way. Glad you put this on here,very interesting to read.
Thank you, yes I was unsure at first whether I should post it but then I thought, why not? We don't regret what we did, but the chances we DIDN'T take.
so I took the chance. I feel as if everyone can relate somehow, someway. Thanks for the feedback everyone! I appreciate the fact you actually read it.
I loved your poem, and I, too, couldn't stop reading it. It flowed really nicely with very nice rhymes.
Lets take a path down the life of a human being shall WE ?
We start out as ME
We have the crybabies, the loud ones, and the absolutely adorable.
We have the learners, the reliant, and those who are lagging behind.
We have the energetic, the shy, and the supremely talented.
We have the bullies, the immature, and the innocent.
We have the popular, the nerds, the jocks and the loners.
We have the leaders, the followers, the comfortable and the desperate.
We have the dreamers and the realists.
We have the ambitious, the confused, and those who just don’t care about the future.
We have the laborers, the tycoons, and the unemployed.
We have the upper class, the middle class and the lower class.
We have the famous, the normal, and the depressed.
We have the retired, the lazy and those who troop on till there’s no tomorrow.
We have the scared, those who deny, and those who are content of the inevitable end.
We have the buried, the cremated, and the preserved
We have the remembered and the forgotten.
So many groups, so many labels.
How did “ ME ” become " WE " ?
Inspired by the Machine of Death curriculum, but especially by the line in “Death By Flaming Marshmallow,”: “But Dad…. where will I sit tomorrow at lunch?” It was also inspired around the question of whether individuality is really attainable.
Joseph C Period 2
wow. joseph. this was such a great post. as i read it, i felt myself nodding my head completely agreeing with the way you described each step in life. you really covered all the different types of people when you wrote. GREAT JOB! i really liked reading it!!! Thanks for sharing!
I like how people can really be categorized in the way you've split life up at the different ages, it makes so much sense and is a pretty good look to how we fit in society.
Hey Joseph, I like the format of this post. It was easy to follow. This was very interesting to read. Overall Good Job!
Thank you guys so much for all the comments! This blog was very difficult for me personally, so it's extremely gratifying to see you guys read and enjoy my post. Thanks again!
The man - Someone has arrived on my island. I can see him wandering around on the shore. There was a huge storm yesterday. Looks to be a plane crash. It’s been so long since I’ve seen another person. What would I say to him? What would he say to my disheveled appearance? Maybe I should wait. Give him some time to adjust. After all, there’s plenty of time.
Wilson – I don’t know what happened. I was on my way back home. Now I don’t know if I will ever see my family again. I need to make plans to get off this island. A big fire for smoke signals? But water, food, and shelter are the first things.
The man – He seems to be doing quite well. Has a rough shelter up near the beach. Has a decent supply of berries. Would be nice to talk to someone.
Wilson – There’s someone else on the island with me. I feel the constant sensation of being watched constantly. There are faint human footprints on the beach at times. I call out in frustration at times. Why won’t he or she come talk to me? Is he dangerous? How long has he been here? There are so many questions I want to ask him. If only I could find him.
The man – I see him making marks on the rock, counting the days that passed. He still has hope to return back to his family. I lost that a long time ago.
Wilson – I need to get off this island. I’m getting desperate. How long can I survive on berries and fish? It’s been so long that I’ve seen another human being. I have seen no boats or planes in the 40 days that I have been here. Also, I have shouted and screamed in frustration. No matter what I do, the other person on this island shows no sign of showing himself.
The man – He’s building a boat. I remember trying the same thing. There are too many storms to get far out on the sea and berries only last for so long. It is suicide. Maybe he doesn’t care. I’ll just stay here. It’s safe here. Even if I were successful, how could I go back?
Inspired by the inability for Macbeth to regain connection to the world. Siddhartha’s initial isolation in the world also serves as inspiration. This story was an attempt to show that once someone leaves society, it is difficult to go back.
This kind of reminds me a bit about Lord of the flies, where the boys plane crashed and they had to rebuild "society" on there own. But instead of peace and order they slowly lose themselves into the wild and thus become wild themselves.
I was surrounded by people, strangers actually, to be more specific.
I was in their world that was filled with their conversations, their laughter, their smiles, their loved ones, and their happiness. All of that belonged to them, none of it to me, and yet I had never felt more comfortable.
I was surrounded by people who didn’t know me, who could judge me and hurt me, but I had never felt more at ease. I was a hollow shell, and their lives filled me in completely.
In their world, I could be whoever I wanted, without any attachments. I could be that little girl in the pink t-shirt with pigtails leaning forward to eat popcorn contently from her mother’s hand. I could be that man with glasses and the black and white striped shirt chasing after his daughter as she races towards the jumpers.
As I walk down the street passing the booth that sold those funnel cakes that I never got to try, slowly spectating and absorbing, I almost lose myself to their world. I almost become that little girl with the popcorn and that man in the striped shirt.
But I had reached the bench. The bench that we both sat on together before, where you first got enough courage to put your arm around my shoulder and draw me in closer.
But that was before I was this empty shell. Before you took my soul away, without knowing. Before my hopes and expectations were ripped apart and shredded into nothing right in front of my eyes by the evil hands of time.
We lived in such happiness, battling off our fears of what troubles the future had in store for us together with our shield of hope, our protective chain mail suit of trust, and our sword of love. We tried to handle things maturely by trying to set goals just right, considering all the possibilities, and talking everything out. We had hopes and dreams though, of course. We just had to keep those pesky expectations at bay. Because with expectations, comes disappointment. We both knew that.
( I knew that. So why didn’t I wall up? Why didn’t I sound the alarm and pull in all lines of defense when I felt those expectations creeping up on me? Why? I should’ve watched out for my own back as we fought together, so why didn’t I? I had control and I gave it up. Why? )
I trusted you. I loved you. You became my everything. I spent almost every day with you. And every day I wasn’t with you, I was anticipating the next day I would be with you.
We had so much promise. You had so much promise. You promised me so much..
(“Promise”… such a compromised word now. But that’s what happened. Our promises became compromise. In the end, we no longer promised, only compromised.)
We went to college. Time wore on. Our connection did too. We fell apart. But I said I wouldn’t ever let you go. I can’t let you go.
I was surrounded by people, strangers actually, to be more specific.
I was in their world that was filled with their conversations, their laughter, their smiles, their loved ones, and their happiness.
Yet, I didn’t notice. Because I was with you in our own little world filled with our conversations, our laughter, our smiles, each other, and our happiness. All of that belonged to us.
I was with the person who knew me best. The person who I could trust not to judge me, or hurt me; the person I felt most at ease with. I was complete with him; his presence was enough to fill me in completely.
In our world, I could be myself, and I knew that he would stay attached by my side. I could be the hyper me that spews nonsense as he smiles and plays along. I could be the responsible me working on homework as he worked with me by my side.
As I walk down the street with him past the booth that sold those funnel cakes that he promised we would try together, I almost lose myself in our world. I almost become overwhelmed with the temptation to just be myself and hold his hand like how I really want to, despite having so many people around.
But we had reached a bench and he offered for me to sit. So we sat, basking in each other’s presence in silent appreciation. Then, as I was looking the other way at a little girl eating popcorn from her mother’s hand, I felt his arm around my shoulder, pulling me in closer to him.
He didn’t know, but at that very moment, he had reeled in my heart and soul as well.
I was now his in a single gesture and all my hopes and expectations lay with him. They were now his and he could do anything he wished with them.
“Would you like to sit?”
My face turned red as I realized that I had been standing there mindlessly staring at the bench.
“Uh… yeah… sure. Sorry…” I replied to the boy with the navy blue shirt sitting on the bench holding the leash of his dog. I quickly sat down on the opposite side of the bench and looked the other way in shame. The silence hung awkwardly there for a couple seconds as I rebuked myself silently in my head before I heard:
“He really likes you.”
“My dog. He really likes you.”
I looked down to see the dog straining at the end of the leash to sniff my feet.
“Oh,” I said, as I scooted closer and leaned in to pet the dog. “I like him too.”
I looked up. He smiled. And I smiled back.
I could still feel the subtle stinging of past memories within me. And for a fleeting second, I had the urge to just get up and leave. Leave behind the possibility of opening up and showing my vulnerable side. But only for a second, because I heard myself ask:
“Say… Have you ever tried their funnel cake?”
His smile widened. “No, but I’ve been meaning to try it for a while now.”
It was the best funnel cake I had ever eaten.
This post was based on a number of things, but I was most inspired by 500 Days of Summer and the scene where the screen was split in half and there was “expectations” on one side and “reality” on the other. Also, I incorporated a similar ending to my story, where the main character gives himself, or herself, another chance and puts himself or herself out there again, even after being badly hurt and scarred previously. I also spun in the theme of getting rid of the Self` from Siddhartha where he “becomes” the jackal and the carcass during his time as a Samana.
It seems like this would come write out of a movie script. I really love the story.
I really liked your post, especially the nice little twist at the end. I was hooked from beginning to end. Good job!
Month 1 at 3 AM
Goodnight babe. I love you.
I love you more.
Heart thumping, pounding, skipping.
The room, no longer lit by the little dim nightlight, disappeared.
A smile cut across my face. Am I dreaming?
Cheeks sore. He loves me.
Fingers shaking, reluctant to hang up.
Month 3 at 4 AM
Goodnight beautiful. I love you.
I really love you.
You’re my everything.
Heart thumping, pounding, skipping.
The room…my surroundings…gone. Just his voice now.
My smile gleaming endlessly across my face.
Cheeks sore. I’m his everything.
Fingers shaking. Shaking. Shaking.
Month 4 at 3 AM
Goodnight cutie. I love you
I love you more.
I love you the mostest.
Heart thumping, pounding, skipping.
The room…my surroundings…gone. Our world…just us.
A smile growing, growing, growing. My smile and his.
Cheeks sore. We’re in love.
Fingers shaking, unwilling to hang up.
Month 6 at 3 AM
Goodnight cutie. I love you
I love you more.
Heart thumping, pounding, skipping.
The room…my surroundings…gone . Just me and him.
A smile still painted on my face.
Cheeks sore. I love him.
Fingers shaking, I love him, more.
Month 7 at 12 AM
Goodnight dear. I love you.
I love you too.
Heart beating, pounding.
A smile on my face.
My cheeks…not sore. We’re...we’re still good.
Fingers shaking, waiting for him to hang up.
Month 9 at 12 AM
Goodnight dear. I love you.
I love you too.
We’re…still good. I think.
Fingers shaking. He hangs up.
Month 12 at 11 PM
Goodnight. Love you.
I sure hope so.
Month 16 at 9 PM
I plugged the little dim nightlight back into the three pronged outlet.
Pause. Rewind. Reality.
Heart thumping, pounding, skipping.
Heart thumping, pounding, skipping.
Heart thumping, pounding, skipping.
I love you. Three words. Filled with so much emotion…so much meaning, so much… everything.
We said it so much. Every night. So much that those three words…became a part of our routine.
Those three words… recited every night. Those three words…lacking the passion. Those three words. Lacking.
Love is a very powerful word. Just as you described, it can have so much meaning yet if there is no passion, what good is it to say it in the first place? good job!
I enjoyed your post, very eye-grabbing. I enjoyed your use of order in arrangement! Well done!
I really like your post. Just like the three words, it had a lot of meaning to it. You're right, it becomes a routine but hopefully in the future, this routine is someone you look forward to and is special to you! thank you for sharing.
Hey Tina! I really enjoyed reading your post. I liked how you put it in chronological order and showed how much relationships change. You're right love is a strong word, and unfortunately it does become a routine even when there is no meaning behind it. Good job!
I love this! This totally shows how much the word "Love" has lost it's meaning.
I really like the formatting style and it was fun to read!
Inspired by 500 days of summer and how love can fade...so fast.
Hey Tina! I found it simple to see where you got your inspiration from! Nice connection ;] Great post!
Hi Tina! I really like how well your post conveyed the feeling of love and I really agree that the word has just lost its meaning over time. I thought the symbolism of the nightlight was really neat! This was really creative. Good job!
This was really touching because this is something I fear will happen most. Me and my girlfriend do this every day too, but I'm afraid that one day one of us will lose the feeling behind it. I'm glad I'm not the only person that feels like this.
This is really good! I like how you put "Month 1, Month 2..."
While reading this I had like a mini drama in my head (:
Few words yet delivers a pack of emotions. Good post (:
I really love this one, Tina.
I think we always say out that three words, and when we really want to say it to someone, it is not as voluble as they worth before.
“Hi Tom,” came the obligatory reply.
“Hey did you hear abou…”
Tom’s voice trailed off as Sarah continued walking in the opposite direction, disappearing into the bustle of students making their way to lunch. Tom breathed a heavy sigh of disappointment as he started to trudge his way to his usual lunch table.
The warm rays of the mid-day sun and friendly chatter filled the air as Tom quietly retreated to the safety of his hooded sweater and sat down next to his friends.
“Hey Tom, did you get your test back in Smith?” Tom’s friend Eric asked.
“How’d you do? You get an ‘A’ again?”
Tom nodded in silent confirmation.
“Wow man! You’ve gotta help me study sometime. I studied five hours for this test but you wanna know what I got? I literally failed!”
Eric continued on with his brief rant, unaware that Tom was staring blankly ahead, lost in his own thoughts. Tom’s eyes settled on a couple in the distance. His heart fluttered with envy as the couple embraced each other with a look of adoration in their eyes that Tom had never seen. The surrounding noise in the lunch area made it much too difficult for Tom to make out any part of the couple’s conversation, but they way they laughed, the way they smiled, they just looked…so…happy.
“HEY!” Eric’s voice shook Tom out of his dream-like state.
Eric eyed Tom curiously and followed his gaze to the couple, still blissfully unaware of the world around them.
A playful grin spread across Eric’s face.
“Have you been watching Kenny and Alison? They’re pretty cute together huh?”
“They just look so happy together. I see the way that they look at each other and I wish I had something like that.”
“Is that why you look so gloomy today? You shouldn’t be jealous Tom! I mean, Kenny and Alison are pretty much the perfect couple. They were practically meant to be together. I guess that’s just what happens when you find your soul mate. You’ll find it too someday Tom, but even if you don’t, you don’t need a girl in order to be happy.”
For a second, Tom felt that Eric might actually be right, but as he glanced back over at the couple in the distance, he become lost in his thoughts again.
“If only… If only..”
I don’t know what to do anymore. Kenny and I got into an argument today and things are really bad between us. It happened right after lunch so nobody knows about it yet. I wanted to ask Karen for advice but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I would’ve been too embarrassed. All my friends tell me that me and Kenny are perfect together. They tell me that we were meant to be together but I just don’t know. Every day, it gets more and more difficult to make this whole relationship work.
Everyone thinks of us as the perfect couple but they don’t know. They don’t know what we’re really like. People stare at us when we’re together, when we’re in the moment and it just puts all this pressure on me. I put on my fake smile and force a laugh because that’s what’s expected of me.
I still want to make this work though. It can’t just end like this after two years of being together. Someone once told me that hardships are supposed to bring people closer together and I really hope that they were right. Kenny and I aren’t as happy as we used to be but we’ll make this work. Because I love him and he loves me. After all, we’re meant to be together…right?
This was inspired by most of the things we've read in class. Mainly GateC22, 500 Days of Summer, and Siddhartha. I tried to cover the theme of desire, wanting more than we already have, and the idea that there is more than what lies on the surface.
It seemed that you meshed everything in one package. It could somewhat feel the mood of both the dialogue and the journal entry.
Awh Devin! This is so meaninful and worth-while. So glad I decided to read this! Through this piece of writing I can see sense your creativity and insights. It's wonderful, really!
Keep being awesome (:
I really liked the use of irony in your story. It really did help convey "the idea that there is more than what lies on the surface".
The sunless sky keeps the day in her sight,
just as the moon brings light about.
Why must the road fade into darkness,
just when my soul feels warm?
Memories of this place vanishes before I am ready to let go,
enable to return in my moment of weakness once again.
My lucid eyes are ripped away,
taking every chance to escape feel impossible.
Hands dressed in flesh prevail against my own plea for mercy.
A murderer standing in clear view of this crime and so many.
I savor the blood on my lips,
brightly red so one can notice a promise I couldn’t keep.
Their sensitive hearts bring light from deep within,
but I still am lost finding my way back from this dark place.
Inspired by Siddhartha’s theme Suffering:
Siddhartha’s personal suffering is based upon his own ideals and beliefs. As for me, suffering is going back to a state of mind that seems almost impossible to escape. Perhaps suffering is not the key word here, maybe its pain or going back to what once was conquered. But then again, to me, that is the closes thing to suffering I have.
I really do appreciate how you explain your poem. It helps bring your point back home. Bravo.
Your poetry is really good. It seems like a poem from a poetry book. It's simple and conveys Siddhartha's suffering in an effective fashion. Good work.
“Oh doctor I beg you help me!”
“Stay calm soldier, I will tell the nurse to give you another dose of morphine.”
“NO! Um, I mean that is not what I want, I have a different request…”
“What is it then?”
“As you see doctor, now that my legs have been amputated, it is impossible for me to return to the front line ever again. There is no reason that I should be staying here and suffering all these pains…”
“Okay look, the HQ will get you home as soon as we get on contact with them.”
“HQ? We have lost contact with them since six months ago, and what do you expect from them? I bet they are in bigger snafu than we are!”
“Just be patient, they will respond to us eventually… I am gonna call the nurse…”
“No sir, please don’t, we are low on supplies, and I am just here to waste them. My condition hasn’t improved since the operation, and it’s really too much for me…please let me die, that’s all I want!”
“NO! What are you thinking about? You still have a life to live after the war!”
“A life after the war? It’s a good incentive, but I don’t think any of us in this battalion will live to see that day. You should consider yourself lucky if you survive the next air raid!”
“It doesn’t matter what happens next, but I am responsible for your life as long as I am still alive!”
“Listen! I am unauthorized to euthanize any personnel unless he is in terminal conditions! Nurse!”
“Doctor! Please! I am asking you for a favor! We don’t have antibiotics and you really think murph(aka morphine) is going to help my infection? My wounds are killing me and you know it! Please, I beg you let me decide for my own death, please!”
“Soldier I really do think you should…”
“Just DO it!”
“…I really don’t like this. But are you SURE?”
“I have been thinking about this for a while, I’ve made up my mind. It has been an honor serving the nation with you.”
The colorless fluid slowly flowed into soldier’s war torn body as the doctor pushed on the syringe. As the soldier smiled at the doctor his vision blurred, and his surrounding muted. He had never felt so great in such a long time.
He suddenly woke up. Heart still pounding from that sudden awakening, John instinctively stood up, and it was until a second later did he realize that his legs were still there. “Jeez, I thought..” he reached down and lifted up his khaki pants to check if everything were real. He stood up and looked around cautiously as if he is trying to capture all the reality in front of him, and then on the calendar he saw the following note: 2 weeks until boot camp. Right next to the calendar a propaganda telling young citizens to join the humanity defensive line seemed to remind him of the whole boot camp thing. As he exited his room, he was surprised to find out that it was not his living room on the other side of the door but a hallway leading to a faint light dot in the distance. Confused and a bit nervous, he set his foot out of the door and started heading down the hallway. It was a long walk; everything beside him was dark except that faint light in the distance.
“Hey, how did you get here?”
John was startled by the childish voice from behind “Who are you? Why are you following me?”
“I am not following you, I am just going the same way as you are.” Said a child in school uniform who was looking at John as if he just found his lost friend.
“I don’t know where I am going; I am trying to figure it out.”
“It’s nothing difficult to figure out, you are just like me, and we both decided that we will never see our family and friends again.”
“I think I will see them again, except that I will not see them in a while since I am going to the war.”
“Your war is already over; you are not going to the war, you are going to the other side. I guess it’s good for you since you don’t have to be looking at people dying anymore. But won’t you feel lonely that you won’t see your brothers and parents on the other side?”
“The other side…” As John glanced at the distant light as he seemed to remember something, but then he was sure he was right, because that was just a dream after all. “Hey look kid, I have no idea what you are talking about and I don’t know who the heck you are. But I know I am going to the boot camp and then I will say farewell to my parents before I go to the war.”
“But you are walking to the other side, no one knows what the other side is like but I know that once you get they there will not let you come back.”
“Who are ‘they’? And why…” As John turned back and looked at the kid again, he was no longer there.
Standing alone in the stretched dark hallway John suddenly found himself lost in the darkness. “It can’t be, it was just a dream, I just got enlisted, I am just a rookie, and I can’t even hold a rifle, how is it possible? No, I have to turn back, I will get back to my room and wake up, and yes, this is another ridiculous dream! Oh, I must be too excited for the whole military thing!” Satisfied with his own reasoning, he decided to turn around and head back to the door, but it was not there; only darkness. Suddenly he felt terrified that how real his dream felt yet how unreal he felt about himself, John busted into tears of fear “No! get me outta here!” and then, darkness. Everything faded.
“Doctor, Private John has just…” said the nurse.
“I know, I know, I gave him what he wanted, I am glad that he finally rests in peace.” Looking at John’s emotionless, breathless face, the doctor said to himself “It must have been the greatest thing he had ever felt.”
Inspired by the concept of Samsara from Siddhartha
This is so sad... but it'd sound more like you if this piece was marked with cuss words... just kidding. I enjoy reading it so much.
@Shawn: Haha, Shawn don't be sad, I will make you happy. since this blog is down to PG-13, gotta watch my language man.
@Katherine: It is open to interpretation, but here is a little hint: We often don't feel like we are in a cycle since we are so immersed in it that we are often blinded by Maya (physical sensations).
@John: Thank you Johnathan!
@David: Thank you David!
Yoitsu! You would throw some doctor stuff in here haha! Anyway, I think that this is a great story. Not only did it relate to Samsara, I believe this also brings up the question "do we really know what we want" and whether should a patient have his own choice to die. Did John know that he made that choice after he died? When he is in his afterlife? He's confused, so am I. I am going to ask you about this in class tomorrow.
Very interesting! I felt like there was a mini-Samara cycle inside me when I was reading! Did not expect the ending.
Awesome story! I can easily tell the Cycle in your ideas.
Age 7: Rob’s mom decides to try a vanilla mochi for the first time.
Age 7: Rob’s mom chokes on the mochi because she was talking with her mouth full. An off-duty paramedic is eating at the same Japanese restaurant and comes to her rescue. Rob is inspired and is determined to become a paramedic.
Age 17: Rob gets accepted to Drexel University, one of the top schools for paramedics and EMT training. Rob stars on the soccer team as the goalie; he’s the league leader in saves.
Age 27: Employed as a paramedic for his hometown. Met his wife on the job; she’s a nurse in the emergency room. Rob is expecting his first child in a couple months. He has finally saved up enough to buy a house in a nice suburban area.
Age 37: Rob still is employed as a paramedic and loves coming to work. Aside from work, he has a side project; Rob is building a tree-house for his kids. Derek is nine. Lisa is seven. His wife is going back to school to become a doctor.
Age 47: Rob loves his job too much to retire, but his age is catching up with him. Derek is a sophomore at USC and is studying business. Lisa wants to be a paramedic, just like Daddy. His wife has planned a vacation for just the two of them in Hawaii to celebrate his retirement.
Age 7: Rob’s mom chokes on the mochi because it tasted terrible. A Good Samaritan in the restaurant knows the Heimlich maneuver; Rob’s mom is saved. Rob’s mom feels obligated to go to dinner with the man who just saved her life. He’s a professor at Cal tech.
Age 17: Rob’s mom has married the professor. Rob has taken after his stepdad. Rob is the captain of the physics team. He gets a full ride to MIT for Aerospace Engineering.
Age 27: Study Study Study Study Test Study PARTY Study Test Study Study Study Test. Rob gets his doctorates degree.
Age 37: Rob now works for NASA. He is currently the lead mind behind a project to send a person to Venus. He is also developing plans for moon city called “vanilla mochi.”
Age 47: Rob found a way to send a person to Venus. He is accepting a Nobel Prize in a few weeks. Rob choked on his mochi project, however.
Age 7: Rob’s mom chokes on the mochi because she took too big of a bite. There are no paramedics or good Samaritans nearby. Rob’s father left his family before Rob was born. Rob is forced to live with foster parents who do not have his best interest at hand.
Age 17: Rob is forced to find a new family, a new home where he can feel accepted. A gang fills that hole. Drugs, theft, and violence follow. Rob drops out of school.
Age 27: Rob has made his way up his gang’s hierarchy. He is well respected and feared. He has five children; all of them have different mothers. Rob’s never been married. Rob is wanted on charges of second degree murder by the police. He has already spent six years locked up for assault.
Age 37: Deceased; killed fighting over gang territory.
Just a few different decisions or a change in timing and Rob’s life would have been completely different. Every choice can lead a person down a unique path and open up new opportunities. What if Rob’s mom was saved by a basketball player? What if Rob’s foster parents were more caring? What if Rob’s mom never took a bite out of that mochi? Is there a force that straps people to their fate, or is life one big random mess?
This post was inspired by the philosophical baseline question: the universe is too complicated to be random; there must be an order to things.
Oh what a fantastically creative format. I think it fits perfectly with what you were trying to convey.
This is really creative and enjoyable to read. It reminds me of one of those books where you skip through pages depending on the action you choose.
I liked your post but i don't understand this line "Rob choked on his mochi project, however".
Your post is really different with the others. It's very creative. You did a good job.
I REALLY liked that you based your post from a baseline question (super creative!)
It really is amazing how one event can change the course of someone's life. Scary, but true.
I like the way you structured your post, and how each path stemmed from such a mundane event (eating mochi!)
I liked how contrasting your different examples were. Good job on this unique approach.
This is a pretty original idea, and I think it really does justice in questioning the existence of fate.
Oh, I like this format.. Indeed there are many paths that one can take. It's interesting to see what choices we make and see where it'll take us (:
Thanks for the comments! Glad you guys took the time to read my post!
I love how you showed many possibilities of what can happen after just one seemingly small event. I agree with you on how small things can change a person's life forever. Awesome job
Hello, how are you?
Good, that’s well to hear,
How do I do? Well I am not sure,
Life breezes by us so extravagantly
That we have no time to absorb all that we want.
Do we make a left,
When it could possibly be a right?
Is it okay to say this,
When it might be okay to say that?
I know you must think I’m crazy,
But I am crazy on life!
We live as we watch others die,
And die to witnessing others live!
Is it not strange that it relates as a cycle?
Do you not wonder where this cycle might take you?
Or where it mind end?
Could there be an ending?
Will there be an ending?
So many questions, with no time at all,
Decisions, decisions, decisions!
What is that about living?
We must live so that we may advance?
Advance to where though?
I am not sure of where I want to be?
Does it matter to me,
Or my family and friends?
What if I do not have those?
Could life just be an illusion,
What does that even mean?
Maybe it means peace,
That one day man may prevail to achieve it.
You ask how to? When to? Or why try?
I am sorry,
I cannot help you.
I am not quite there myself,
Or maybe I am?
What’s that? You have nothing more to say?
I guess that is it, huh?
Well nice to know you,
Have a nice life.
I was inspired by the work and words of Siddhartha. On the meanings of life and the teachings of enlightenment; that no book or advice can help you achieve it.
Wow I liked your post so much I'm surprised no one else commented on your post.
The piece is great. I like the middle part where you spew a bunch of baseline ideas into the piece. It kind of tells a story of the beginning of a person's life, their search for answers, and the end.
I really liked this and enjoyed reading this. Upon reading this I tried to answer these myself and pondered, it really makes you think about the bigger picture in life.
Growing old together
One a fear and one a dream.
But most of all, they loved.
Soon after school marked its start
They knew they could not live apart
Meeting on the first day
They taught each other how to play
As girls got cooties and boys came from Jupiter
Their life together was no more
He laughed at her and called her a mean nickname
She teased him and told him he was lame
The next years were spent far apart
Soon forgetting they once played a part
They left to only return some day
With nothing they could do or say
A few years later their friendship returned
New knowledge about each other was quickly learned
Loneliness was hard to find
Between these teens who were two of a kind
Through cold season he was by her side
She wiped his tears when his father died
They brought out the best in one another
This soon led to them living their life with none other
Finding the nerves, he asked for her hand
Five months later they were married on the sand
Not long after, they started a family of their own
Their first pride and joy they decided to name Joan
As time flew by their family grew
Daughters, sons and granddaughters too
As wrinkles appeared, he still saw her beauty
And she loved him without feeling like it was her duty
One by one they said goodbye
When the time came for him to die
The final words he heard were from her
I need not tell you what they were
All that matters is they lived the dream
Growing old together
My inspiration came from the movie UP where two kids met at a young age and got to grow old together, but at some point the realized the time comes to say goodbye.
I really like your post! It is a very cute story and i see some resemblance of "fair is foul and foul is fair" too. Growing old but growing old together? I agree that one is a nightmare and one is a dream.
I also like how you made it rhyme. Good job!! (:
I really liked this poem! I can see where your inspiration is from and it was really cute!
this is soooo cute!
it was fun to read because of the rhyming
and it made me scream awwwww every two secondss
it was very well htought out, i could imagine each step, how they lived together with their relationship growing stronger and stronger
I really love reading your poem. The beginning sequence of Up was continually playing over and over again while I was reading this. Great Job.
This is based off of the Star Trek’s idea of doing evil things for the greater good.
Welcome to Nameland. It was a nice, normal city that was well known for its happy occupants and excellent economy. Notice I used the word ‘was’. It is now completely overrun by a number of gangs who migrated from a bigger city in order to expand further. There are several gangs, each very violent and overpowering. They split up the city to create their territories and ruled the people within with an iron fist. The economy was still excellent, but it is only excellent for the gang members; the occupants are still happy, but that is only if the gangs allow them to be. The people are trapped, and no one is coming to save them. Any authority that tried was either killed or lost their job, the government has abandoned the poor down, and even social service companies avoid them. The people are trapped, alone, and hopeless.
Now meet Epiphany. She is a 17 year old girl with extreme talents in both athletics and academics. She is secretly the most skilled fighter in Nameland and most definitely the most righteous. She had lived with the current conditions of Nameland simply because she doesn’t wish her skills to be known nor for her beloved to be endangered. But sometimes, staying hidden will only keep her beloved vulnerable.
Epiphany was walking to her school early to meet her friends Reymundo, Aleda, and Daemyn. They were her closest friends since their early childhood and all four were extremely talented in their own way. Before the gangs entered Nameland, the four were famous at their school for both their skills and their overall appearance. “Hey guys.” She calls her light brown hair flowing in the wind.
“Hi Phany.” Aleda replies with a gentle smile. Reymundo gives Epiphany the usual boy nod and Daemyn smiled to her. The four barely finished their greetings when a figure came rushing towards them
“Help!” he calls. “The X Crew just attacked one of the students!”
Epiphany was the first to react “Who was attacked and how bad are they?”
“A student named Damion. He’s really bad: there’s blood everywhere and he’s barely conscious!” the boy replies, obviously still in panic
Epiphany’s eyes widened, Damion was a friend of hers who openly showed his ability to fight. Though he was hardly much compared to the more famed four, he was strong enough to attract the gangs’ attention. Epiphany turned to her friends. “Call Doctor Feraco!” she ordered as she ran in the direction Damion was said to be. When she arrived, Epiphany gasped. The boy wasn’t exaggerating. Damion’s blood was on the walls, floor and all over Damion himself. He was littered in wounds and was already unconscious. “Damion!” Epiphany cries as she ran to him in order to get him to Dr. Feraco.
Epiphany, Aleda, and Daemyn waited in Doctor Feraco’s waiting room. Reymundo agreed go back to school in order to inform the teachers and make sure none of them ended up behind in the curriculum. A tall, brown haired man wearing glasses entered the waiting room looking exhausted. Epiphany was the first to rise as she asked “Is he okay?”
“He’s stable. But the damage is extensive, he won’t be able to move properly for a few weeks, much less fight.” The doctor replied
Aleda and Daemyn let out a sigh of relief. Epiphany was silent. “Phany?” Aleda calls, worried for her friend.
“I need to be alone.” Epiphany announces as she leaves the clinic. Aleda and Daemyn give each other worried looks. They both saw the look on Epiphany’s face, she was about to do something dangerous.
Thankfully, Epiphany did not do what Aleda and Daemyn feared. She did not go right up to the X Crew and demanded anything, but the expression she wore for the next week still said there would be news later and they wouldn’t necessarily like it. “I need your help.” She finally stated to Aleda, Daemyn, and Reymundo as they all sat down at their lunch table.
“What?” they all asked
“I need your help with an operation I’ve decided to execute. I normally wouldn’t want to ask such things of you, but I can’t do this alone.” Epiphany answered
“I know I’m going to regret this, but what is this ‘operation’ you’re talking about?” Reymundo inquired
“We’re going to get rid of all the gangs in Nameland by creating our own and overpowering the other gangs.” Epiphany announced
“Phany… I know you’re upset about Damion, we all are, but are you sure about this? This could just be a decision made from anger…” Aleda suggested, hoping to convince her friend not to do such a dangerous act
“No, Aleda. I thought about it for a while, and with a clear mind.” Epiphany replied calmly
“What made you come to this decision?” Daemyn asked
“Let’s face it guys, ever since the gangs appeared, Nameland had turned for the worst. And whenever someone tries to be righteous, they are cut down by either the gangs themselves or by their higher ups. The gangs are ruling us with an iron fist and the government is backing them up by making it impossible for the average person to fix things.” Epiphany replied. She then smirked “But we’re not average people. I’m the undisputed most powerful fighter in Nameland, but I was smart enough to keep it hidden. Reymundo has one of the greatest minds of our time and can even outsmart the best of tacticians. Aleda, has eyes all trainers and coaches would kill for. The eye for talent, even the talent no one else can possibly notice. And Daemyn is an expert hacker and has been trained in the art of ninjutsu by his family for years. We have everything we need to create the ultimate gang.”
“That may be true.” Reymundo agreed “But just because we all have talent, doesn’t mean we can rule the entire gang system. There are A LOT of gangs in this city Epiphany. And we’re only four teenagers.”
“We’re four teenagers who have what it takes to compile an army simply from our charisma.” Epiphany countered
There was a silence between the three teens as they thought of the concept. “Guys…” Epiphany started “Nameland NEEDS us. There are people who weren’t as lucky as Damion simply because they were in the wrong place at the wrong time. Our town is living in fear, our government has abandoned us. If we don’t do this… who will?”
That did it for them. “I’m in.” Daemyn announced “This isn’t exactly what I would consider a safe plan, but I’ve always been loyal to you and you haven’t proved my loyalty foolish yet.” Epiphany smiled at him
“I’m in.” Aleda agreed “You’re right; the town needs to be saved. And we’re going to be the ones to save it.”
Reymundo was still silent. The other three looked expectantly at him, waiting nervously for his answer. Reymundo looked at each of them silently before sighing in defeat. “Fine. I doubt you’ll be able to do much without me strategizing for you.” Their table erupted with cheers “So, where do we meet to plan?”
Epiphany smirked and announced “’That place’!”
‘That place’ is actually a warehouse that had long since been forgotten. The teens found an old trapdoor entrance to it during their childhood. “Okay, so what’s the plan.” Reymundo asked
“The four of us will have a different identity and appearance while leading the gang so enemy gangs won’t be able to endanger our friends and families. And, unlike the other gangs, our gang is going to be themed.” Epiphany started
“Ooh! What’s our theme? And do we get to make costumes and all that?” Aleda asked, getting excited
Epiphany gave her a smile. “In order, our theme will be…the deck of cards.” Everyone blinked in surprise “The deck is already organized into its own system which we can simply follow and has four cards that have been labeled ‘special’ aka. us. And before I continue, yes we will be wearing ‘costumes’ but I believe disguise would be more accurate. We may be following theatrics but I highly doubt a superhero costume will work in our case.”
“Oh thank goodness.” Raymundo sighed in relief “I was afraid you were going to force me into tights again…”
“Anyways… we will not only be having disguises but ID cards. You know, like in Green Hornet. Only we will each have our own. Now, for the ‘names’ and the duties. Reymundo, you will be called ‘King’. Your main job is to be our strategist and the one to place any new recruits into their designated group. I’ll explain the groups later.”
“Nice.” Reymundo commented as he leaned back on his chair
Epiphany rolled her eyes “Aleda, you will be called ‘Queen’. Your main job is to be the scout and trainer of the new recruits and to execute Reymundo’s plans either with me or alone. Try not to scout uninvolved citizens though. You will also be in charge of watching the group’s growth and suggest when a member of our gang should attempt to raise their rank.”
“Okay!” Aleda happily replied
“Daemyn, your job is probably the most dangerous. You’re going to be called ‘Jack’ and you’re going to obtain our informant. That means you’re probably going to have to go into enemy lines alone often. You’re also going to keep an eye open on the loyalty of the gang we compile, if you sense loyalty falling to a certain level, remove the possible traitor. But don’t go tyrannical about it, I want the loyalty to lower right at the line of betrayal and when you think that, watch them to make sure. And if you happen to find any talent, scout them and send them to Aleda. Same goes for you Reymundo.”
“Understood.” Daemyn replied as Reymundo nodded
“What are you going to be called? ‘Ace’?” Aleda asked
“No. I’m going to be ‘Joker’. My basic role is to be the leader and final decision maker on the strategies, If Aleda is the executer than I am the finisher. I will also end up going around the gang a lot and picking off people I believe will be good for my group. Now, I need to explain what the ranking in our group will be. We will each have our own ‘suit’. I will have ‘Spade’, Reymundo ‘Heart’, Aleda ‘Club’, and Daemyn ‘Diamond’. Each suit has its own specialty. Heart’s specialty is intelligence in battle and speed, Club’s is rapid growth and strength, and Diamond’s will be stealth and info gathering.”
“What is Spade’s specialty?” Aleda asked, realizing that all specialties worth noting have been taken by them
“Spade is going to a strange suit. We all know there are skills that don’t necessarily fall in those categories but must still be called skill and talent. My suit is going to contain either extremely skilled or extremely special cases. Each of your groups will more likely end up having a large number of people, but I will be lucky to fill all my ranks.” Epiphany explained
“Okay, so what’s the ranking?” Reymundo asked as he took everything in
“Underneith us will be a single ‘Ace’ for each suit. They will act as the Vice President and will answer directly to us. Diamond’s ‘Ace’ will only obey ‘Jack’, Clubs ‘Ace’ will only obey ‘Queen’ and so on and so forth. Underneath them will be simply the numbers. The numbers don’t have any real roles except following orders. The numbers ‘10’ to ‘2’ will simply be a ranking on their abilities. The strongest next to ‘Ace’ will be ranked ’10.1’. the decimal will explain their ranking within the ranking. If a person is ranked ‘2.99’, that means there are 98 people who are stronger than them in their own rank, much less the other ranks. ‘10’ can have two people, ‘9’ three, ‘8’ four and in continues to grow until the number is ‘2’. Rank number ‘2’ can have an infinite number of people. Any questions?” Epiphany asked as she finished the basics
“How would they rise?” Daemyn inquired
“First, they would have to beat everyone in their rank: weakest to strongest. In other words they have to be the ‘.1’ of their rank AND have fought everyone at that time. If there is a new 3.9 then the person trying to rise will have to start over. After they defeated their rank they will then fight the weakest of the next rank. If they win they will continue on and fight the next person until they lose. When they lose, they will take the position of the highest rank they defeated. The weakest of the rank they first defeated will then take their position instead.”
“Alright, you’ve gone over the basics of the group. Now we need to get to the ugly stuff… How do you intend to take our city back?” Reymundo asked, he started to realize Epiphany was avoiding the subject
Epiphany was silent for a moment before she sighed “I told you we were going to take down all the gangs. In order to do that though, we also have to take down the portion of the government that is supporting them. Hopefully, Reymundo will be able to think of a strategy to do so without any real damage to either side. But if he can’t we may even have to kill. But whether or not we kill, we will definitely have to put people in conditions equal to or worse than Damion’s.”
Aleda gasped “But we’re trying to prevent that!” she cried
“Harsh as this may sound Aleda, but sometimes you need to get your hands dirty to get the job done. I never said we were going to be heroes. Only heroes save the day while not actually harming the bad guys. If anything, we’re going to be another group of villains. Our enemy will not only be against the other gangs but the authorities of our own beloved city.” Epiphany announced coldly
Reymundo and Daemyn nodded in approval, they saw it coming. Aleda was silent from shock, she didn’t know what to say. Epiphany glanced at them all. “So, know you know everything I have planed. You know the rules, you know your morals will probably have to suffer for this, and you know what will mostly be done. Now it’s my turn to ask the question. Are you in?”
I enjoyed reading your story and that you put Feraco as a doctor
Hi Dianna! it almost feeling like I am reading some cahpters from a novel, I really i the setting of the novel. And you deck system is unique!
Hi Dianna !
I like the contrast between the characters and each character has their very own distinctive personality !
The last chance I had with her.
Those last laughs.
The last argument we would have.
The way she smiled.
I never thought I’d lose her.
I thought that we were happy together.
That we would be that one couple,
To live happily ever after.
I use to have a girl who could make me laugh nonstop,
Who made me smile when I saw her.
Who seemed to love me.
Who would goof around with me.
The only girl I wanted to see.
That girl stabbed me in the back.
She shattered my heart into nothing.
So I sat around crying for days.
Not knowing the right words to say.
Our romance ended in a flash,
And I cant do anything to get her back.
She was my first love.
I hate everything about her.
I hate her eyes,
The way she smiled at me.
The stupid nights where she slept over.
I hate her. I hate her. I hate her.
God, I love her. I miss her. I want her.
This piece was inspired by 500 Days of Summer, just a thought of how Tom felt after Summer left him.
I use to have a boy who made me laugh nonstop,
Who made me smile every time I got a text.
Who called me at night to tell me goodnight.
One who use to love me unconditionally.
Who held my hand, wiped the tears from my eyes.
One who told me I was perfect.
One who told me I was his everything,
That I was the queen to his king
Told me every chance he got that he loved me.
I use to have a boy who told me I was beautiful.
One who let me wear his hoodies, and left cute notes.
But I don’t have him anymore.
He walked out the door.
But looking back at all these things that once made me happy
Looking at all these things… I learned I could never let myself love him…
I could never let myself just fall back into the same patterns,
To try and get his attention.
Because as much as I might want him back,
Part of me doesn’t. part of me doesn’t want a boy back who cheated on me.
Because having to live with that doubt everyday.
That insecurity that I wasn’t good enough for him to avoid other girls,
I don’t want to live with that doubt the rest of my life.
I believe in second chances,
Believed that you were the right guy for me.
But sadly you missed out you see,
Because I am now fine without you.
Independent, Strong, Confident.
I don’t need you. I don’t want you.
I don’t care. I don’t care. I don’t care.
But the truth is.
I always have. I miss you.
And I wish you felt that way too.
This piece was also inspired by 500 Days of Summer and how love can just mess everything up.
Good job! It really thoroughly explains the thought process during experiences in the movie.
I absolutely love your poems. Not just because I adore  Days of Summer, but because you conveyed the feelings quite wonderfully. The way that you broke up the lines also gave your pieces a nice broken rhythm (which seems quite fitting).
I have a dream of my own but some of it is theirs.
We share the same dream and follow it.
I follow them. I blindly follow them with full trust.
They know I am there and in some ways I drag them down.
I support them but mainly myself.
I am a man of action. A man that wants to do what is best for me.
But I am lost. I keep following.
They go their separate ways and I still need to follow.
I am more lost.
I do the best I can to find someone who knows their way.
This way, I can be one of them and know my dream.
I find someone and feel fulfilled.
We share the same dream but something is still missing.
I still do not have what I want.
I am lost.
I wander off trying new things reluctantly.
I try. I fail.
I try again.
It hits me.
You need not what others need.
You need what you want for yourself.
-Inspired by Govinda from Siddartha
This is different. This is beautifully different. I think you captured the essence of a teenage perspective really well. Props!
WOW!!! this was so beautiful. I love how you explain the need to follow. Even if others go their separate ways. And in the end you realize, its not about their path. We all have our own road to follow in order to truly find ourselves. so wonderful!
It is eight at night and the German diplomats have entered a grand mess hall where the aroma of fresh sauerbraten and pork solyanka lingered in the air. Two American agents have traveled from the United States to Germany in order to obtain information. One of the agents, John, was a native Bostonian and the other, Randal, was native to Pittsburg. Their main goal was to make Germany crumble by making the country break up into factions and fight with itself. The two gentlemen entered the banquet hall smoothly, hoping to not get discovered. One of their main targets was a chancellor name Lein Stroboulb; he was the second in command of the Western front of Europe. The two agents had plotted to make Stroboulb look like a traitor by planting incriminating evidence of him helping the United States. John, a man of morale, had thought that by doing this was wrong and unfair and had also questioned whether it would work or not. Randal assured him that the plan would work and the war would end. John later had slipped the false documents into Stroboulb’s table and waited. A German war advisor had picked up the documents and opened it. John had panicked, but all he can do is wait. The advisor had signaled Stroboulb to come with him. After half an hour of waiting, both of the men came out and announced that there were American operatives in the building. The plan had failed. Both John and Randal had fled into the darkness and waited for the German’s next move. As German war time protocol goes, if the higher ups were in danger, they had to be evacuated to nearby barracks. As an evacuation car drove off, it exploded. The person in the car was Stroboulb himself. His driver and he had been incinerated. Pieces of metal flew through the sky and bursts of fire engulfed people and trees alike. John was shocked that the car exploded because he saw guards watching over the cars. Randal had explained that he had planted plastic explosives to the escort car and had an insider lead the guards away from the car. John felt remorse about the mission and felt bad for the man. Randal reminded John that a death of a man is a bargain victory of the United States. Randal explained that Stroboulb was going to be tried for betrayal and the prosecutor was the advisor and that since Strobouble’s car exploded, it would make it seem that the advisor had committed the murder, thus making the American agent cry a cover-up. Weeks later when the two agents returned to the United States, Germany had crumbled into broken up factions that fought each other and the United States had withdrawn from the war.
Star Trek: Deep Space Nine
It was like we never really knew each other.
Bonded by a social label but obviously, it meant nothing.
The relationship we had, in the end, meant nothing.
People say that disloyalty will be one of the most difficult obstacles that mankind will have to go through. People were right.
I cried. I cried for days and for weeks. I cried for months. As if being disloyal was not enough, he was verbally abusive even though we’ve lost our label.
I locked him out of my life.
(*3 YEARS LATER.*)
HIM: “Hey.. HEYYYYY! Hey there!”
Hearing that voice ring brought what used to hurt… back.
ME: “Oh hey. I didn’t see you there.”
How could he think it’s okay to just come up and talk to me after what he’s done?
HIM: “It’s okay, I figured. How have you been? It’s been a while since we’ve talked or seen each other.”
He reached his arms out for a hug. I jerked my body slightly away from him and he arms went right back into his dark blue jeans pocket. I gazed into his eyes speechless and with cloudy vision.
HIM: “Well… I’ve been pretty good. You look great by the way. Mind if we talk? Lets grab a seat on a bench, just like how used to. Is that okay?”
ME: “I…” My voice broke off as I struggled to finish the sentence. “I… can’t. I’m sorry.”
Slowly I turned my back on him and began to walk away. My eyes filled with tears.
HIM: “WAIT! I’m sorry.”
I stood puzzled with my back turned to him. Was I really hearing these two words genuinely for the first time ever?
HIM: “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for losing my temper when you found out. I’m sorry I took you for granted. I’m sorry that I never cared enough. I’m sorry for making you wait. I’m sorry for treating you like property. I’m sorry I cheated on you. I’m sorry I never saw how much you really meant to me. Most importantly… I want you to know that I’m sorry I let you go…”
He grabbed my hand as I turned around.
ME: “I’m sorry too. Sorry that I never gave up on you when I should of. I’m really sorry that I was so stupid to not see what you were doing to me earlier. Sorry for not listening to my friends or my heart, but to you. I’m sorry that you’ve lost me. Forever.”
I took a step back and his hand released. I walked away.
Closure was what I needed all along. What I needed to move on, to find Mr. Right.
Letting go allowed me to open my heart back up.
It lead me to someone who cares about nothing more but to make me happy and to see me smile.
That special someone who’s first words to me were: “HEY YO BROOOO!!”
He is someone who sees me as his best friend and someone who I can call, my best friend.
500 Days of Summer inspired me to write this specifically because it is a constant reminder as to how important it is to be happy and to be able to push on with our lives.
“Good morning beautiful, have a great day at school, I love you.”
“I wish I can be there for you all the time so will always have a shoulder to cry on.”
“I like you just the way you are.”
“I will do anything just to put a smile on your face.”
“I would never do anything that would make you upset.”
Those text messages, those promises,
They all seem fake now.
Wow, I can’t believe I grinned like an idiot when I saw these texts.
They are now empty sentences with no meanings in it.
I wonder what crossed your mind when you were saying these to me.
Did you actually mean any of it?
Or were you just toying with my feelings?
“I saw you at the party with that girl.” I protested.
HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO ME?
“It was just a friend!” He tried to defend himself.
OH YEAH? HOW ABOUT THAT KISS?!
“Whatever.” I have decided to give up.
I guess I should’ve known all along.
We both have different perspective of love.
“You’re the only one for me.” I recalled him saying.
Was all that just a lie?
Maybe it was never meant to be;
Maybe I was wrong the whole time;
Maybe I have interpreted the relationship wrong.
I thought I could change you,
I thought I could do better,
I thought you were better than this,
I thought we knew how to love.
I guess not.
“So are we good now?” He naively asked.
I walked away.
This was inspired by 500 Days of Summer and Macbeth. Taking the theme of disloyalty from both works, I came up with a fictional story that portrayed that sometimes we cannot trust people that are most dear to us. Also, this included the theme of love from Siddhartha, imitating how Siddhartha and Kamala were both incapable of loving when they first met each other.
Wow. This was a wonderful post. It was short but totally justified your means. I understand your point how trust can be betrayed almost instantly, leaving us, well, vulnerable. Love is frightful, but once we have it, what are our limits to keep it? There is so much more then what meets the eye and that's the thing about creative writing, it can take us anywhere.
Katherine! That was intensely deep. You were able to recreate a similar situation that many face (even I) when we tend to second-guess our decisions, and never just let them be. Great job!
Some say the jet engines could make you deaf.
Me, I haven’t noticed since I’ve been doing this for so long.
I remember when I was a nugget and finally got my wings I was so eager for my first combat mission.
I was so spooled up2 when the buff ready to take off I thought I skipped a beat.
Half way to the drop site a bogey comes out of nowhere flying at the speed of heat and starts shooting at us.
Being the whiskey delta I am I froze up.
Luckily my tail gunner saw and fired up 50 cal and filled him with lead
When we reached the drop site I hesitate to drop all eighty four 500 pound bombs.
I had to make a decision to drop the bombs or not drop the bombs
I was a bit reluctant to drop the bombs but I dropped them anyways
My next mission would be my 68th trip back.
Since then we shot down 18 bogeys and I never hesitated ever again
1.Nugget:An aviator on his first tour, a rookie or newbie
2.Spooled up: Excited
3.Buff: B-52 Stratofortress
4.Bogey:An unidentified, potentially hostile aircraft
5.Speed of heat: Very, very fast
6.Whiskey delta: An insult aimed at an aviator who caves under pressure
I was inspired by the Star Trek episode we watched in class especially by the guy who kills the senator.
Wow I thought I got rid of that two. Mr.Feraco if you read this can you get rid of the two in the fourth line?
Fragile. I have only known this word for my whole life. Since birth, I have been dependent on others. I am constantly with my brothers and sisters clinging onto our mother. My mother is strong and has the guidance we desire. She has been through life for many years and no matter the circumstances, she has continually stood her ground. We are all changing on the outside. Everywhere I look, I catch flashes of red, yellow, and dimming green. Trying to hang on before the wind becomes the piercing hand that grapples us to the ground. The air feels chilly. My siblings are beginning to disappear one by one but when I look down, I see some of them browning. They are coming to the end of their life. Is that what I will become soon? Is this the fate that I am bound with? My grasp dwindles and I break away from my mother. I begin to fall farther and farther away from the world I have comfortably lived. Wind begins to pick up and I am blown in a direction away from my browning brothers and sisters. "Mother, what is going to happen to me?", I cry out in fear. "You are going to be a part of the earth, my dear. Do not fear for this is how life is. Good luck my child", she calmingly bellows. "But I haven't found my purpose yet. I am not ready. For I am just a leaf."
Strong. The forces of nature have been on my side since birth and I am continually molded by them. Traveling the world by storm, I break barriers wherever I go. Rarely hesitating, obstacles that stand in the way of my goal seem fragile and unyielding. For nothing can bring me down because I know where I want to go and I have the strength to do so. I am headstrong. Surrounded by others who are like me, I begin to wonder if they are the ones who would be the ones to help me. Strong, rigid, and weathered. No, we all have different stories, different beginnings, and different destinations. None of them can help me, for only I can help myself towards the goal I am headed. The crashing of the waves are getting closer. The cold hands finally grab me as I tumble closer to the deep end. I continue to sink toward the bottom for I cannot swim above the waters because I am just a rock.
Determined. By the talents of creative hands, I have been molded for precision. Feeling the steady breath, I am directed towards my final destination, ultimately, my goal. I can see it now for my total being is focused on that one single dot. Finally, the archer lets me go. Piercing the air, I am forced to break the barriers on my own but my archer has chosen the best path I should take. One by one, they are defeated because my purpose is known. But once I reach that bullseye another target is set into motion. But is the goal I am aimed at my own or my archer's? How would I know for I am just an arrow.
Inspired by Mr. Feraco's question from whether we are the arrow, stone, or a leaf and Siddhartha's journey towards enlightenment.
Outta’ My Way
By: Leo Jiang
He walked into the room, an IV bag in his left hand, and his right hand clenched in a fist.
Walked up next to the sleeping patient, disconnected the IV lines from the old IV bag and reconnected it to the bag he had in hand. Adjusted the flow speed, and hung the bag up. The medicine instantly started flowing from the bag, through the tube and into the patient’s arm.
He stood there, watched for a few seconds, then proceeded to turn around and left them room.
He met up with the other doctors who were in deep discussion about the patient. He listened as theories along with possible symptoms came out of their mouths. He would have made a suggestion, but the problem is, no one would have listened.
It was his first month here at the hospital; everyone treated him like a rookie, someone who had no idea what he was saying.
This was their first patient, a young soccer player who fell, hit is head, and somehow had a heart attack at the same time. To the other doctors, this case was strange, there were no apparent symptoms that the patient had that could have led to the heart attack and a simple head trauma couldn’t have done much damage to the brain.
When they got the patient file, they treated and tested him for everything, from mental to physical diseases.
He realized that there was one possible disease that they didn’t check and without thinking he said
All the doctors turned and stared at him, then began to laugh. None of them believed him and honestly, he didn’t even believe himself at first.
The tried to persuade the doctors to perform a test for cancer but they thought that it was useless to perform the test, they already know the results.
Days and days went on without a definite diagnostic on the patient. As the days passed, his symptoms got worse, strokes, rashes, and what appears to be a mental disorder, was starting to develop.
As he sat there and watched the patient slowly die before his eyes, he knew that he had cancer. The other doctors were simply too blind to see it and the patient will die because of it.
That night, he stayed after hours and was determined to show the doctors that the patient had cancer.
The next morning, everyone gathered at the usual place, talked about more possibilities and prepared to go off for their respective tests.
“BAM” the door slammed open as a nurse screamed, “He is having another attack, this one, stronger than all of the others”
All of the doctors rushed into the patient room, the head doctor propped his head up while his assistant injected the patient with 50ml of enoxaparin.
As the lead doctor held the patient’s head, he realized the original small bump from the head trauma grew bigger. After the patient has calmed down, he talked about the new found symptom with the fellow doctors. They came to the conclusion, it was a brain cancer.
They all turned, looked at him, and realized how wrong they were.
Looking at their faces, he realized that although they were arrogant and stubborn, he was also at fault.
He said “Although the patient always had cancer, this near fatal heart attack was caused by me”
“Last night, when everyone was gone, I swapped the IV bag of the patient with one that contained 500mls of alcohol. This caused him to have the heart attack and increased the size of the cancer”
You could head mumbling between the doctors. One doctor stood up and yelled at him
“YOU COULD HAVE KILLED HIM”
“I’m sorry, it was my only choice. None of you would listen to my original suggestion and simply letting him lie there while we perform thousands of tests on him was too much”
“THAT DOESN’T JUS—“
“STOP” said the head of the doctors; he walked up to him and apologized for his arrogance
“Everyone, go up to him and apologize. Then we’ll treat the patient for cancer”
A line formed as the group of doctors apologized to someone who has only started working here a month ago.
The patient was immediately treated for cancer; the brain tumor removed and went into chemotherapy.
From that day on, he became a respected doctor in the hospital. Everyone valued what he had to say and more importantly, everyone listened.
This was inspired by the Macbeth Philosophical Baseline “If your actions have positive consequences, the ends justify your means.”
You would rip off House. The doctor would probably get fired to for malpractice and reckless endangerment. But I do find your message very clear in the story.
Jerry: “Dude, you know that new transfer student? The Asian one…I think her name is Jacqueline.”
Henry (Jerry’s best friend): “Yeah?”
Jerry: “She’s really cute…Do you think I should talk to her? She sits next to me in French class.”
Henry: “YEAH MAN! I don’t know much about her. No one does, but you should definitely start a conversation with her.”
As Jerry is walking to French class with his friends who know Chinese, he is frantically trying to learn some basic words to impress Jacqueline.
Jerry: “How do you say: Hi. How are you doing?”
Friends: “Ni hao ma.”
The bell rings and Jerry nervously enters the classroom. From the moment he enters the door to the moment he sits down, Jerry can’t help but look at Jacqueline’s beautiful long black hair. This moment seems to pass in slow motion. Jerry sits.
Jerry: “Ni hao ma?”
Jacqueline: “Ni hao! Ni zenmeyang? Ni zhi bu zhidao cesuo zai nar?”
Jerry: “…umm…what?” His palms began to sweat furiously.
She only tilts her head and stares. There is a long pause.
Jerry: “I’m sorry, I don’t understand” He signals to his friends-embarrassed. He starts to get up.
Jacqueline: “You know I speak English right? I was only seeing how you would react” She smiles.
Jerry: “You definitely had me convinced there! You made me look like a fool!” as he sighs with relief.
Jacqueline: Sorry, it’s a bad habit of mine. Plus, I didn’t think you looked foolish, I thought it was cute—”
Jacqueline: “Pleasure to meet you Jerry”
Jerry: “Pleasures is all mine.” They shake each other’s hands and smile.
On the day of Jerry’s French oral presentation.
Jerry: “First of all, I just have one question to ask.”
Jerry: “Jacqueline, irez-vous pour retrouvailles avec moi? (will you go to homecoming with me?) He pulls, from behind the teacher’s desk, a bouquet a dozen blue glittery roses.
Jacqueline: she answered “YES!!” as she was blushing and jumping with joy.
Jerry takes Jacqueline out for a picnic in the park. As they eat the lunch he packed, they talk casually.
Jerry: “Jacqueline, I’m so glad I was brave enough to embarrass myself that day.”
Jacqueline: “Me too. I have never been this close with any other guy.”
Jerry reaches into the picnic basket, pulling out a ring.
Jerry: “Will you go out with me?”
Jacqueline’s eyes begins to tear up.
Jacqueline: “no, I can’t”
Jerry: “What? Why not? You just said I was the closest guy friend you’ve ever had”
Jacqueline: “You don’t understand.”
Jerry: “Jacqueline, I love you.”
Jacqueline: “SHUT UP.”
Jacqueline stands up and begins to walk away. Jerry stops her to talk to her for another minute.
Jerry: “I’m sorry, we’ll take things slower. I didn’t mean to upset you.”
Jacqueline: “We can’t be friends anymore. We can’t talk anymore. Don’t even try.”
Jacqueline walks away in tears, leaving Jerry sitting alone.
Jerry: “Girls are stupid. Why did I think this girl was going to be different?”
Henry: “She was different, and you know that.”
Jerry: “THEN WHY DID SHE DO THIS TO ME? I thought things were going just fine.”
Henry: “I don’t know. You can never fully understand women.”
Jerry: “I hate her.”
Jerry: “I NEED TO TALK TO HER!!”
Jerry sees Jacqueline in the halls.
Jerry: "Hey Jacqueline!"
She doesn’t answer and walks away.
Jerry and Jacqueline haven’t talked since that day she walked away from him.
Jerry: “I’m going to go talk to her today. It’s killing me. I need her in my life.”
Henry: “finally you’ve got some sense in you. But she’s not here today.”
Jerry: “Tomorrow for sure then.”
Jacqueline isn’t at school again. In French, she doesn’t show up. He sits through class normally, telling himself that he would talk to her tomorrow. Ten minutes later, a familiar face walked in. Jacqueline’s mom walked through his classroom door and began to converse with the teacher. They both begin to cry as the entire class listens with complete and utter silence. Jacqueline’s mom walked up to jerry and hands him a letter. On it, Jerry’s name is written in beautiful cursive letters. Under his name is written: “Ni hao ma?”
Jacqueline’s Mom: “This is for you.”
Jerry opened the letter slowly, scared to find out what has been written.
I’m sorry. I know you might never forgive me, but I just want you to know that I never meant to hurt you. Meeting you was the best thing that has ever happened to me. Anyways, I know you know how much you mean to me, so I won’t try to write it all out. I just wanted to explain myself so maybe one day I could once again earn your respect. You are the only person in the world that knows all my deepest darkest secrets, and even now, I can proudly say I trust you still. But, there is one secret that I never told you. Two years ago, I was diagnosed with brain cancer. The doctors tried everything they could to cure it, but nothing helped. I was too far in, and there was nothing they could do. I asked him how long I had and he said, approximately two years. Obviously, both my parents and I were devastated, but there was nothing we could do. We moved here so we didn’t have to face the constant pity and “special treatment” that those in my old town kept giving us. I started to forget about the time I had left. Some people say it’s a good thing to forget so I can keep living my life normally, but I think I took it a little too far. This is when you came into my life with your terrible Chinese. Haha, I’m just kidding. We spent so much time together and grew closer than any other friend I have ever had before. And it was good. I couldn’t have been happier… But that day you told me you loved me was a reality check. I couldn’t tell you I loved you back because I realized it was almost my time. I couldn’t pull you into my twisted life. I couldn’t risk hurting you even more, so I walked away. I ran home and headed straight to my room and cried for hours. But as all things in life do, the tears began to disappear. This is when I started writing this letter. I’m not asking for anything from you. I just wanted you to know that… I love you.
P.S. Don’t make yourself look like too much of a fool without me=]
Jacqueline’s Mom: “She told me to give this to me when it happened.”
Jerry: “Thank you”
Jacqueline’s Mom: “Oh, Jerry, just so you know…She really loved you. She always wrote about you in her diary and always talked about you at home”
Inspired by Mr. Feraco’s Philosophical Baseline Question: “If your actions have positive consequences, the ends justify your means.” and the movie (500) Days of Summer.
Very nice blog. I felt like tearing up when I read day 500.
Very nice blog. I felt like tearing up when I read day 500.
Great post! I love how it's structured and it really shows that you worked hard on it.
The ending is amazing and everything else just flows so smoothly
Great job, as always!
oh my goodness simon. this is amazing. i love it so much and found myself getting really into it. i just started reading this blog without knowing it was one of my fellow ravenclaws and was so proud of my friend when i got to the bottom and saw you wrote it. so good.
it shows that you really thought about what you were writing and it was not just word vomit. in fact, i began to tear up at the end...
once again, amazing post. GREAT JOB!!
Wow.....I just got really emotional and sad......that's painful......you did great
Wow, what a great post. I can honestly run your story in my head as a movie. That last paragraph was so sincere and heartfelt; what can I say except that creative writing really suits you.
I like this Walk to Remember/ 500 days of summer remix! Very emotional.
I love how you used the day by day format. It flowed artfully and I love how you mixed dialogue and the character's inner thoughts. I did not cry (there was something in my eye...like a tree branch or something). Even thought I now have to go look up pictures of cute fluffy bunnies to cheer myself up, I thoroughly enjoyed this piece.
Wow, got me all tearly eyed. Amazing job simon! seriously
Thanks for all the feedback guys! I really appreciate the time you guys took to read my post. I know its pretty long. I hope you enjoyed reading it and I hope made it worth it to read!
Your story was so good. It really seemed like a script from a movie, or some dialogue from a book. Good work.
Fantabulous work. If you added background music you might have made me cry! The ending was unbearably bittersweet.
Simon your post was playing through my mind like a skit. It was great and the last paragraph was very emotional. Great job.
SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER USED THEMES FROM UP
Determined: It was the final heat of the 4 x 100 meter freestyle relay and the U.S. team was losing. It was a distance of 15 meters between Jason Lezak and the anchor for the currently first place team, Team France.
Lezak (thinking to himself) – We’re really far behind. It’ll take a lot of effort to get first place from where we are now. I don’t care if we lose though. I’ll know that at least my team tried our best.
Sprinting as fast as he could, Jones, the 3rd swimmer on the team, was almost at the destination. Just a little more… GO! Lezak jumped off the stand and entered the chilly pool. With adrenaline rushing through his veins, Lezak sprinted, trying to catch up to Bernard, anchor of the France team. Lezak was slowly creeping up to Bernard, however, it wasn’t going to be enough. At the speed they were both going, Bernard was going to win, milliseconds before he reached the goal. Both swimmers were approaching the turning point. As they turned, Lezak, out of the corner of his eye, saw something that invigorated and surprised him; Bernard, sure of his team’s win, had slowed down. With a last push, Lezak forced his arms and legs to move faster, and both swimmers reached the wall, too fast for the naked eye to discern the difference. As Lezak turned around, he saw the scoreboard, and shouted for joy. He had won.
Giving up – (Only changing the last paragraph)
It was already too late. There was no point of trying. The U.S., at best would only get 2nd place. Lezak was disappointed in his team. They had ruined his chances for victory and as a result, he wouldn’t be able to get the fame and recognition that he rightfully deserved. All his hardwork and training were useless because of his team.
Surprised, Lezak jumped into the pool. He hadn’t been concentrating, and as a result wasted precious time that allowed the 3rd place team to catch up. Both of them started at the same time, however, Lezak was filled with his negative thoughts, and as a result, wasn’t able to perform to his full potential. With his mind shackeled, and his body inhibited, Lezak lost. His team had gotten fourth. Filled with rage, Lezak got out of the pool and stormed out of the pool site, cursing as he did.
inspired by Up - Russell's determination.
“December 1, 2011
As I left the hospital building, I didn’t know what was going through my head. I kept on walking until I stumbled upon the annual Chirstmas Carnival. I did a double take at the ferris wheel. The only red cart on the ride was occupied by a little boy and a little girl. Memories came flooding back to me, and I could only hope that one day I could share this memory with Jordan. 22 years ago, it would have been us in that cart, giggling like normal siblings who couldn’t contain their excitement. We had won the raffle, something that was new back then, to ride in the red cart. As we got on, I told Jordan that the top of the ferris wheel seemed scary to me. When we eventually got to the top, he put a protective arm around me, and told me that he was different from all the big brothers out there. Jordan promised that in the future, if anything went wrong, all I had to do was think of him and everything would be fine. How foolish was I to believe him? Ever since that day, I’ve been doing exactly as he told me to during my most difficult times. The troubles of my first breakup, fighting with my best friend, and our father’s death seemed to all go away when Jordan was around. As my flashback ended, I tilted my head up to look at the red cart. By this time, it was at the top of the wheel, and all I could do was smile and tears threatened to spill.
I pulled my black scarf tighter and headed for the hospital again. I swiped my card, and waited for the elevator to open up and take me to level three. I couldn’t stop the tears from spilling as I walked into Jordan’s room. It’s been two months and eighteen days since he got into an accident, and Jordan was still sleeping. He told me he’s different from all the big brothers out there. I think of him every single day, but nothing has changed. He broke his ferris wheel promise.
Our father’s dead. Who’s going to walk me down the aisle tomorrow on what is supposed to be the happiest day of my life? Jordan was the protection I needed when I was hurt, but now he’s lying on the hospital bed looking more hopeless than I ever did. I don’t even know if I want to go through with my wedding tomorrow. Without Jordan, marrying Matthew seems pointless. He won’t be at the wedding, and I refuse to walk down the aisle with anyone else. I was holding Jordan’s hand when Matthew walked in and said it was time to leave. I picked up my things and started to leave not wanting to let go of the same hand that wiped away so many tears. As I got to the door, I turned around like I always did, hoping that there would be a movement, any type of movement. Like the past 78 days, there wasn’t.”
As I read my journal entry out loud to Matthew, he looked at me with a blank expression on his face. He didn’t come out of his coma until 3 months later, but the damage was worse than we expected. My own brother didn’t even recognize me. I lifted my left hand, with no ring, and shut my journal. Maybe tomorrow would be a better day.
Inspired by the Baseline prompt My morals are based more on concern for others than on concern for myself.
Sorry, Jordan should be the name in the last paragraph.
THIS IS SO GOOD! I can really relate because my brother and I are so close and I dont know what I would do if he got into an accident. This made me feel...sad yet...appreciative
I look left,
I look right.
Not a single person in sight.
Where am I to go?
What path to take
When it is a clean slate
Nor right or wrong
Where am I to go?
Counting each and every star
Where am I to go?
I cant seem to find my way
And no one has anything to say
Where am I to go?
Where am I to go?
In the past, present, future
Where am i?
Why cant I find myself
Where am I to go?
Looking deep down
Looking all around
Not finding the right answer
Trying to fit in
But I cant even win
Where am I to go?
To be an individual
To find myself
To be true
To be pure
Where am I to go?
Why cant I find the answer?
Looking all over for identity
But its no where to be found
There isn’t a right or wrong answer
Where am I to go?
I am me.
You are you.
I cant be you
You cant be me
That’s where I’m supposed to go
Hey Neil this was good!
I enjoyed reading your poem, good job!
Before the Beginning
It’s New Year’s Eve. The excitement is rising and everyone is paired up- except for him and me. Our eyes locked, and we walked towards each other- 10 seconds left until the new year. Everyone’s shouting, but we stand in silence. The clock hits midnight, and we share our first kiss. Instant butterflies. I knew this could be something great to begin the new year.
It’s New Year’s Eve. Everyone is coupled-off, and we are standing next to each other, in awkward and intense silence. There was an attraction between us. We were shy and flirted, but I knew it would end there. When the clock hit midnight, he kissed me on the cheek. Although things were starting slow, I knew this would be a good year.
We’ve been dating for a while, and I knew the big day would come that he would ask me to be his girlfriend. He’d take me on a date, somewhere new and exciting. With a beautiful view and the sun setting, he’d pick a flower and grabbed my hand to kiss it. He looked and me, smiled, and nervously asked if I would be his girlfriend. I ecstatically said yes, and he pulled me gently towards and told me “I haven’t been this happy in a long time.”
He called me one day to come over and hang out with him and his family at his house. He told me he had to ask me something, but wouldn’t tell me what. Although I already had a feeling what it was about, but I didn’t want to get my hopes up. As we were saying our goodbyes, he said that he had one more thing to ask me. Standing in the doorway, he asked me to be his girlfriend. I happily said yes, and he replied “Oh good, you said yes.” He kissed me goodbye and I walked to my car.
Prom season. Seeing the clever “promposals” at school, I imagined something just as great. I would come home and see a trail of red and white rose petals leading to my room. I walk in, and there he is: buttoned down shirt, nice jeans, clean shoes, and a bouquet of roses in his hand. Behind him is a poster of pictures of us together spelling that one special word: “Prom?” I said yes, and he took me out to dinner.
Prom season. Last minute, he took me to Jamba Juice, like any other Friday. He asked a worker to write “Prom?” on my cup but to not show it to me. As I waited outside, I didn’t know what was coming (I SO DID :/). He gave me the cup, and told me to read it. Acting surprised, I said yes, and we went back to our date.
5 months went by…
Everything was going great. FANTASTIC! We were so happy together, and were inseparable. We were that cute couple everyone talked about. His family loved me as one of their own, and we’re both as happy as we could be. The butterflies were still mutual. Holding hands, sparks still flew when we kissed. We were so comfortable with each other- we became best friends.
It was any other day. He called me the night before to say I love you, and texted me all day about missing me. Moments later, out of nowhere, it felt like someone punched me in the stomach as I read that awful text saying that he was breaking up with me. He didn’t have time for me anymore. I tried calling, and he declined. It was so unexpected, it made the blow even worse. We haven’t talked since.
This was inspired by 500 Days of Summer, when Tom didn’t see his breakup with Summer coming. I can relate to Tom. I was also in a happy relationship, where I thought the feelings were mutual- I guess not. This prose is exaggerated because I wanted to show how, in the end, my expectations never quite met with reality- just as Tom is at the end of his own relationship.
I am so glad that you wrote this...the expectation/reality sequence is my absolute favorite scene in  Days of Summer. The way that the story is told sounds natural and flows nicely.
Thanks : ) I worked really hard on it and appreciate your input.
Awwwe! Alexis This was soo good. Be strong. I know when you first told me about him and what he did I was mad for you, but now I'm just sad for him because he's missing out on so much. I sit next to you everyday in class and you make me laugh to the point of tears. You are so pretty and such a great girl. You'll find another guy eventually. But for now I think you're good just doing you
This is so cool! I love it! I always do this too myself; I convince my self something is magical when really it's barely average :/.
I love the comparison you did between the Expectation and Reality of each scenario! Great job!
Waiting for her name to be called on that stage
Dressed in a beautiful evening gown
Her hair done very high end
The crowd is silent
She holds her breath
She closes her eyes and thinks back on the days of her childhood
She remembers the first time she performed in front of her family
She puts her hands together in the perfect line of prayer
The host calls out a very familiar name
She is in disbelief and finally notices everyone has their eyes on her
Her heart drops and she has so much adrenalin inside of her she sort of shakes
She realizes that her name was called for the award
She looks to her left and her mother’s eyes are filled with happy tears
She gets up out of the chair
Walking down the long isles filled with so many talented famous people
She makes her way down to the big stage
She looks up and the host who has a big grin on his face handing over a beautiful gold object
Everyone stops clapping and cheering
She makes her way to the podium
And reminisces about all the people that have helped her get to this place
Her dreams have finally come true
Her eyes filled with tears thanks God for everything
She mentions how her mother is the most amazing women in the world
Without her support and her wisdom she wouldn’t be up here
Her life is now fulfilled
How wonderful when they come true
Time for new dreams
Always better but with a confidence
I like how it is simple, but giving meaning in the story itself. I especially enjoy the ending about how good it feels when dreams come true and how new dreams get better as they come along. Love your creativity! Great Job!
I really like how you have a dream, but as personal as the dream may be you still give credit, recognition and appreciation to the people help get you there. Plus, after the dream you strive for more which is really inspiring.
Twist that throttle.
Twist it and it will go.
The farther you twist, the Faster it goes,
and the faster the blood pumps.
Click into 1st, then 2nd, then 3rd.
Rolling over bumps,
Crusing on top of hills,
To risk so much,
For a life that was so little,
And that did not know much at all.
Pretty much was the only thing that could be done.
Being told just to do what it wanted
Ride its own pace.
It was all that was known to be done
Many obstacles were not accomplished
There was fear
There was despair
The thought of death.
Looking back, nothing stands in it’s way.
Twist that throttle,
Twist it and it will do what you want,
When you want it to.
It is a machine,
It carries out every command.
Executes everything with precision.
Like a WWII jet fighter.
As long as I keep the maintenance,
It holds its trust,
To do what I want,
When I want it to.
1st and 2nd are for wheelies
3rd and 4th are for the whoops and doubles
5th and 6th are for, well basically,
You can haul as much ass as possible,
However much ass that wants to be hauled.
It will be hauled,
with gracefulness, speed, agility, anxiety, spitefulness, and sting.
There is not a single thing it can not accomplish,
as long as the rider is up for the challenge.
The rider needs to be focused,
Alive, willing and ready
To attack anything that stands in his way,
That will try to part him and his machine.
He will prove them all wrong.
He wheelies through the logs,
And skates over the whoops.
He can execute anything he is told on his bike
And do it with pride,
He knows his limits
And he knows the machines limits,
Which are much higher than his.
But as long as its up to the job,
The rider is up to the command.
This was inspired by Siddhartha, because there are just certain things that you have to learn by your self.
My dad taught me how to ride my dirt bike, now he can’t keep up. I used to be very skeptical about my riding, and I would always let the bike manhandle me. Now, I have learned to ride the bike the way it was built to be ridden. I am still a safe rider, I just ride at a faster pace, and I know how to work the bike, and make it do what I tell it to do, when I want it to react. Like I said, my dad taught me how to ride, but he could never be able to teach me proper technique, and how to become one mentally, and peacefully attached to the bike, and know that the sense of freedom that is shared between me and my Honda, could never be bought, traded, or sold. The relationship will last forever, until the day I die, I will be riding dirt bike’s, and that’s something that cannot be taught, and in Siddhartha’s case, he had to find out for himself, just like I did.
Life as a Teeterboard
It is me...... Dill!
What are they?
How do you achieve them?
Do we follow them or do we, do what others want us to do.
I have been taught to become a circus clown.
I have grown to think other wise,
My parents and Uncle Edger have dreamt of me going into the family business and becoming a Circus Clown.
I object to this! My future looks brighter on the other side of the big top.
I have always wanted to be a Pickle Salesman in New York’s Central Park. Just the idea of the ocean being less than a mile away. Tourist from around the world, will come to me get a taste of my delicious pickles. It will depend on my skill of fermenting cucumbers to become pickles and most importantly my sales pitch. I can hear myself now! (In a New York accent). “Cool Delicious pickles! Get’em why I gott’em
This career may seem a bit odd, but compared to the circus it represents stability and security; knowing my existence will not depend on the amount boohs and screams I get.
My dad works as a snake tamer and can breathe fire through a trake in his throat. (This was somewhat ironic after 40 years of smoking.)
Mom is a tight rope, Trapeze Performer.
These are relatively normal compared to what my cousin does. One juggles elephant dung, out of the stalls, and throws it into a huge mound. She sales the mound to gyps, which will save the dung for cold days and burn, to summonses spirits.
My other Uncle Edger, is a circus clown.
He has spent nearly his entire life in the circus. When he was ten years old he ran away from home to join the circus. He left my mom (his younger sister) and his parents back in dumpy, cow infested Blacklick, Ohio. He followed his dream. Soon my mom joined the act.
Recently, my uncle has fallen, ill and has asked me to take his part in the act. Ever since the time, I pied on my little sister on her birthday, I can remember my Uncle Edger, egging me on.
He was a witty O’le fellow!
From an early age he taught me three rules or a code of conduct, on how to be a successful clown. 1. Respect the trade 2/ Take pride in your humor. 3. If you aren’t in pain at the end of your act, then the audience is not amused.
Growing up, I had anything but a ‘normal’ childhood. For show and tell I brought a Bearded Lady, and a Cyclops to class. I wasn’t exactly the first one on the invitation list, of A list fourth graders, to invite to 10th birthday parties. Whenever there was a party, I felt alone and sad. When I felt like this I would piss off the Mimes by poking them with nails to break character. I was banished to my trailer for what my mother called “demonic” behavior. There my Uncle would sneak me out of my room and teach me a new trick. I soon learned everything my Uncle knew and then some. I not only gained the knowledge of my uncle’s tricky, however I trained with all types of circus acts. I learned the cloud swing, cradle, fire dancing even the Korean Teeterboard!
Finally, my 18th Birthday was here. I needed to make a decision. Do I carry on the family legacy and become a circus entertainer, a clown?
For the rest of my life?
Or, do I follow my dreams and become a Pickle Salesman?
Ugh the agony!
Dill went to a Tea Bar, permeating with the bar of Jasmine Green Tea. He sat their to clear his mind of worries. There he met a girl named, Twinkle. She seemed like the girl of his dreams! He kept trying to make hints to her, by asking her, for her favorite items on the menu and later reassuring she was certain of her own opinion. She brushed him is flirting off, only hoping he had enough money to tip her. Dill did this for nearly four hours and ordered $95.23 worth of tea. Dill paid bill, with crumpled money, which was tucked deep down in his clown suit. As Dill handed her the money, she looked down as if it were foreign. She was examining the makeup hastily removed from his face and his oversized red shoes. “ A clown,” she said in an alarming burst of excitement.
“I’ve always wanted to be a clown” she said
Really..then you should take my place” he said with sarcasm.
Really? But.. I can’t. You see, my family owns a line of cart vendors in Central Park, it has always been my destiny to work a cart of my own someday...I really want to be a circus clown though..”
“If only I could find someone to.. Switch destiny’s with?” Twinkle said.
“I will do it! I have the same problem, but only in reverse.”
“Vice Versa”! She shouted
“Sorry” said the waitress, “I have a nasty habit of doing that”
“I know.” Dill said
“I will do it! But on one condition. Do you have a pickle stand”?
There the two sat at in the tea bar, talking and pondering possibilities to get urge their families, to open their minds and be more accepting to their children’s dreams.
The two told their families of their elaborate plan, they constructed, of them switching roles.
The families accepted.
In a week’s time Dill began working as a Proud Pickle Salesman. Twinkle began learning the art of humor working as a clown under Uncle.
Soon the two became lovers. They spent nearly everyday together, working on how to become better master’s of their new found trades. Whether it was a midnight session on Clown Birthday Parties 101, or how to properly drain your pickles before serving. They were together, learning more about one another.
In time the two had a baby. They decided they would let their son, chose his own fate.
Regardless of his family’s influence. He is the son of a Pickle Salesman and Great nephew of a clown. Whatever he does will be utter greatness.
I loved this! It was seemingly lighthearted but it had a deeper parallel meaning, not the easiest task to accomplish.
So much mentioning of pickles though...
This is so adorable. I love how the destinies are very "out there" sort of ones. The kookiness of this story only make it all the better.
hehe very nice! It seems so random because of how unconventional it is, but there's actually meaning through out.
This was so funny! I really love how creative and fresh this is. It definitely made my night with laughs.
Also a band.
My boyfriend’s favorite band.
The words of their songs got him through a rough patch in his adolescent years.
I met him at the end of that rough patch.
He was full of rage and misunderstanding.
I tried to convince him that the world was more than just a place full of people who will hurt you.
He didn’t believe me.
But he gave me his number and we continued to talk and have deep conversations about life via text messaging.
He finally decided that I was worth more than just a good conversation or debate.
I was boyfriend material…or so he tells me.
So we planned to meet up one day.
And it was pure bliss.
I’ve never felt better or more comfortable with someone other than him.
He treated me like a king and I treated him the same.
We got some ice cream and sat on a park bench to eat our frozen treats and watch the people walk by.
As I ate I realized that this guy was so rough around the edges and had such a strong opinion about people and the world and it seemed like how he felt about all of it wasn’t going to change anytime soon…yet he was such a softie and a big teddy bear when he was with me.
I pondered awhile more and finally turned my head back over to see what he was doing, and was greeted with a kiss on the lips from him.
We both smiled and knew that we were meant for each other.
We’ve been dating for almost 6 months now.
He’s a much more mellow fellow now and I couldn’t ask for anyone sweeter than him.
Time flies by and it seems to be going great.
Until he calls me one day crying, telling me that he’s being kicked out of his own house for being gay.
His mom won’t allow it.
His step dad doesn’t care but is too passive to even stand up for him.
I love this boy.
What am I supposed to do?
I don’t drive yet.
I can’t go and pick him up.
I don’t have any money.
I have no clue how to help him except to be there for him.
Mentally, emotionally, & spiritually.
I try to think of a solution.
And think some more.
I need a solution to his problem.
I can’t seem to think of anything, so I tell my parents about what is happening.
They are sympathetic and care deeply for him.
They too can’t seem to think of anything to do to help him.
I don’t come up with a solution.
I realize that unfortunately, there isn’t always a solution to life’s hardships. Sometimes we just have to be strong and patient and tough it out and hope for the best.
I don’t ever think of a solution so I think of The Cure.
His favorite band.
I know that it got him through that rough patch in his life and this for sure is yet another rough patch for him to conquer.
I text him quotes from the few songs I have on my ipod by The Cure.
I found myself doing this everyday and he would respond with a quick “Thanks” or “I needed that pick me up, Andrew. Thank you.”
The hardships that he faces still continue to this day and the phone calls I receive from him are more heart wrenching than you can imagine.
I love this boy…and yet I can’t even come up with a solution to help solve his problems. I can’t seem to find the cure.
“I’ve waited hours for this I’ve made myself so sick. I wish I’d stayed asleep today.” – The Cure (Close To Me)
This was inspired by 500 Days Of Summer. I decided to write about something that is very close to me and quite personal. My current relationship and the struggles it faces. I tried to show how things don’t always end with a perfect solution and people don’t always find the cure to their problems. I’ve come to the realization that I can only do so much for my boyfriend and that he’s been trying the best that he can to pull himself up off the ground and keep going and face another day. I’m so proud of him and so are my parents. This is what life and love is for me and I hope that since I shared this with everyone, people will see how love isn’t always perfect and that it can be a total mess but totally worth it. Be strong and be proud of who you are and what you do. That’s the best advice I could give to anyone who reads this and might happen to be going through this same situation.
And it’s hell.
And it’s a total mess…but totally worth it.
I'm really glad that you were brave enough to write about something so personal (and go right out and say that it was nonfiction...I can't exactly say the same thing about myself). Not only is your writing wonderful, but your genuine emotion made it great. I also completely agree with how love is messy and can sometimes be hell.
Hope everything works out for you and your boyfriend:)
Awwww I know you guys will make it through this I loved how emotional & person you got with this. I also like the format it flows really nicely in my opinion, like thoughts as if we were in your head. Nice job
Awwe thanks you guys!! I appreciate your comments & positive remarks. I'm sure we'll make it. Alejandra - you especially know all the details because I talk to you about him everyday thanks for being there for me.
-A messenger delivers the news of the death of the English king, George XIII.
Because George XIII fathered no sons during his time the royal family sees best that the English crown be put up for grabs. Without their knowledge every name of every nobleman in England has been put into the lottery and the first 3 to be chosen are to duel for the English crown.
-Enter 3 friends & worthy noblemen: Isaac, Wallace, and William
Sir Wallace: The great king is dead!
Sir William: [frantically]: What will become of England…? George XIII bore no sons during his lifetime…
Sir Isaac: One dear general may very well be promoted, perhaps?
¬-Enter a messenger
Messenger: Dear noblemen… the English council has proposed a lottery that will decide England’s next king, the three chosen will duel for the crown and the three of y-
Sir William: What do you say?! The bearer of the English crown will be decided by luck?
Sir Wallace: Foolish!
Sir Isaac: That is no way to crown a worthy king!
Messenger: Your names were entered in the lottery and the 3 of y-
Sir Isaac: I will not allow it! We are noblemen but not nearly worthy enough to wear a crown that belongs to the royal family!
Sir Wallace: I will have to talk to the family about removing my name. I have no plans to wear a crown..
Sir William: Nor do I!
Messenger: But sirs, you are the 3 noblemen that fate has chosen.
Sir Wallace: If I am king England will be mine… I will answer to no one and all will answer to me. I will rule a nation, I will command armies, I will have all land and wealth at my disposal. My wife will never speak down on me, my sons will never think low of me! I must be king! I will be king. Isaac and Donald are no match for me. The crown is mine.
Sir William: If I am king all will know my name. I will have all the women I want! I will be remembered… Hah! Father… you told me I’d never become someone! You said I’d never amount to anything!! Look at me now father! LOOK AT ME NOW!
Sir Isaac: Maybe if I’m king my beloved Elizabeth will return to me. She will leave that sorry excuse of a man Donald. Oh, my love… Elizabeth when I become king I want you by my side. You will be my queen and together we will rule. Our sons will rule and their sons after them. I will win you back my love…
-At the coliseum the 3 friends and worthy noblemen draw their swords. The fight ensues and the noble William is the first casualty. Isaac and Wallace proceed, both taking turns trying to deliver a blow to one another. [clang clang clang] The swords continue to clash until the second nobleman falls to his knees. Isaac’s final words are, ”O’ Elizabeth… how I’ve failed you.”
King Wallace: I am victorious! Fate has spoken and I am the king of England! I have won the right to the crown!
I drew inspiration from the story of Macbeth and the theme desire, from Siddhartha.
Once upon a time
I learned how to rhyme.
I had a dream: I was a poet
Sipping a glass of Moët -- expensive champagne
So I could "Drink Away The Pain" (like '95 Mobb Deep)
And I continued to sleep
A brainwave changed, so I became
An alcoholic who drank as a frolic.
Drank 'til I was sick,
'Til my bladder's full and had to pee
And in the bathroom I sniffed the stench of weed.
At the adjacent urinal stood a criminal
Who bragged about "packin' heat and blastin' heat".
Guns and drugs? The fool thinks he's cool!
And why would you even take the urinal next to mine when all the others are unused?
And why are you even talking to me while I'm peeing if I don't even know you?!
The whole experience was so surreal...
I tried to touched my head but my hand did not feel.
That's when I realized, and I opened my eyes
I checked the time -- 4:35
Then got back in bed to catch some more Z's
The year is 2020 and robots have taken over the world
Controlled by a mastermind who called himself "the Satire Goblin of Planet Quialif"
Lots of explosions
Drifted past the R.E.M. phase and woke up, interrupted
By my phone alarm (after all, I did not want to be late
for school. I am always early: a personal rule)
It was all a dream (B.I.G. used to read Word Up Magazine)
A dream that had no real meaning.
Artificial. But if it were art, it would be beautiful.
I forgot it all by the time I stepped into my shower:
Nice hot water, just relax for half an hour.
Forget your dreams, and just start your daily routine
[inspirations: most of the introspective elements of Siddhartha and the beauty of the world when one notices the small details, the psychological explanation for sleep/dreams, personal experience with sleep (as well as personal experience with people who decide it's a great idea to pee next to me when other freaking urinals are open), and also gangsta rap (gangsta rap made me do it!)]
seriously. who does that? so annoying. COMMON BATHROOM ETIQUETTE
Bob’s Daily Diary
Today was another average Monday. Woke up at 5, as usual. Went for a run, ate breakfast at the coffee shop, went back home. Showered, prepared briefcase, fed dog, and drove to work. At work, I was a paper pusher and performed the same, basic tasks every day.
After work, as usual, I went to the Stumble-In for a few drinks. I spent a good few hours there, just drinking, somewhat intoxicated, not really thinking about anything. I just sat there, alone at the bar, admiring the mundane patterns of the wallpaper. I felt somewhat dead, as if I was not living in this world.
Anyway, I somehow made it back home, although I don’t quite remember how. I fed my annoying, yapping dog once more. It growled at me, so I just kicked it to the side, and shut off the lights. It finally went to sleep… at least I didn’t have to hear that little brute bark and whine…
I went to my room. I then checked my email, noting that I did not have anything in my inbox. I took my daily heart condition, lung condition, and brain condition medicines along with my sleeping medication with the cold, metallic tap water. I went to sleep in my cold hard bed. All was quiet.
Woke up at 5. It was dark. Ran around the block again and ate at the coffee shop. Nothing new. Fed my dumb dog again (I wish it would die already, or I’ll have to euthanize it myself soon). Performed all the usual tasks of my boring, daily life.
Now I’m at work. I make photo copies, manage bills, blah blah blah. At lunch break, I went to the lounge to ask a few friends if they wanted to go out somewhere. One friend said “Bob, are you okay? You seem a little sick. Your face is bluish in color!” I shrugged it off. They ended up deciding to go to McDonalds. I didn’t want to go to that crappy restaurant, so I skipped lunch.
After work, I was so tired I just wanted to sleep for 20 hours. But I went to Stumble-In bar again, had the usual drinks, and managed to get back home.
When I woke up today, I felt so exhausted and beat up, as if I was hit by a train or something. Everything ached. I had a headache, a stomachache, and even my hands and feet were totally numb. I decided to skip work without even calling in sick. I turned on the T.V. It was kind of soft, so I turned it up. I still couldn’t hear much of anything, so I kept pressing the volume button until the volume bar was all the way full. To my surprise, I could not hear the T.V. whatsoever! I was still feeling sick and beat up, but I called the electrician over to see what the problem was.
The electrician came. “Wow why is the T.V. sooo loud?!” he barked. What was he talking about? The volume was broken… “Nothing seems to be wrong with the T.V.” he produced. Not wanting to argue due to my exhausted state, I said “Whatever, here’s your money for coming”
So I could not hear my T.V. but apparently its fine… I just sat staring lifelessly into the flashing screen. I did, however, hear a high pitched whining. Where was this noise emanating from??? It bothered me greatly.
I felt so sick, I wanted to die. So I called 911 requesting they take me to the hospital immediately. Operator: “This does not seem like an emergency… but I’ll send an ambulance immediately” They came five minutes later. They took me to the hospital where a doctor checked me out.
I’m with a doctor… “You seem perfectly healthy. I think you just have a case of exhaustion. I recommend a full day of good quality rest. Just some good ol’ natural sleep is what ya need.” He laughed. “But try not to use 911 next time as it is only for emergencies…” The doctor looked absolutely ridiculous. He honestly looked like an alien. His mouth took up like 3/4 of his whole face! His nose and eyes were almost nonexistent, and his ears seemed to flop around like a dog. Whatever I thought. I still felt sick and beat up. I took a cab back home.
Back home, something shocked me. The furniture seemed rearranged. I also saw my dog… dead on the kitchen floor with a slit throat. The bloody knife, which I concluded was used to kill the dog, was in my refrigerator for some reason, stuck inside a pineapple. But what really shocked me was that I remained unmoved, as if I was glad that this happened. I left the kitchen, not bothering to clean up the bloody mess of my dog.
I got back up today, feeling much better now that I had slept for 15 hours the night before. Realizing I was late for work, I went to go make myself some breakfast in the kitchen. But my dog was there, up and alive!!! It was even eating some dog food in its bowl. How did that dog food get in the bowl? I was puzzled beyond belief. Anyway, I decided to skip work entirely today as well. I decided to catch a movie.
At the bus stop to AMC Theaters, everyone looked strange. Everyone had an enormous mouth, miniscule eyes and noses, and floppy ears, just like the doctor. Their voices were so high pitched and seemed to float around instead of walk. Strange, I concluded. When I got into the theater eventually, the people there were no different, also seemed like aliens to me. It suddenly occurred to me that something really uncanny was going on. Chills ran up and down my spine. I felt naked and cold. I didn’t even want to see a movie. I felt as if I were moving violently in spirals, like I was in a rollercoaster. I felt as if gravity didn’t exist.
I dashed out the theater, only to find myself in the middle of the street. I look up at the sky. The sun was black, and the sky was a purplish hazy color. Asteroids were flying everywhere. One landed near me and I realized my left arm was missing. Blood gushed out from my arm, like a broken water pipe. I felt so dizzy, so I just let myself fall to the ground. But I couldn’t fall. I tried so hard to fall down, and let body loose. Everything was shaking, like a 9.0 magnitude Earthquake. I then felt the ground open up beneath me. Then I fell, accelerating to the core of the Earth. I was blacking out, slowly being engulfed by darkness and coldness.
After what seemed like a few minutes of falling, I hit something really hard. My head hurt like hell, but other than that, I felt fine. I then realized that the world was back to “normal”; the sky was blue, sun was bright and shining, and I was just sitting on a bench in a park. I was a peaceful day.
Finally, I witnessed something that scared the living bejesus out of me. What I saw was a man, jogging. He looked EXACTLY like me. This couldn’t be me, could it? I followed him. He then entered the coffee shop, the exact same coffee shop that I go to for breakfast. My stomach hardened. Please let this be a coincidence! There can’t be another one of me! The man who looked like me left the coffee shop, and walked to the apartment where I live. He took his keys out, and entered my apartment. If there was ever a time I felt less alive, now was the time. I dashed to the park and to the lake. Some ducks in the lake quacked loudly and flew away from me. I look at my reflection. What I saw was this: just the clouds, trees, and birds above me… So the question was this: Who was I? Or perhaps more importantly, what was I?
Inspired by Søren Kierkegaard’s quote, “The greatest hazard of all, losing one’s self, can occur very quietly in the world, as if it were nothing at all. No other loss can occur so quietly; any other loss - an arm, a leg, five dollars, a wife, etc. - is sure to be noticed.”
“Food.” This was the word given to the 300 pound 21 year old Stanley when he wanted to see how he would die. Luckily, he never had a stroke or heart attack during his 21 years of life. Stanley knew he was not the best at choosing what to eat and he knew exercise could have been a substitute to his video games. However, he knew that playing video games and eating what he wanted would make him feel better. Exercise involved running, sweating, and determination. Stanley lacked the ability and willingness to physical activity. What he did have was the determination to become great at video games. With one slip of paper with one word in one syllable, Stanley was determined to do something else.
Realizing if he continued his habits he would die, Stanley started to exercise and eat more carefully. Two weeks pass and he realized that he lost 5 pounds. He wanted to lose more so he began to going to the gym more than spending time on his couch playing games. As a result he was starting to shed his weight and in one month he lost 20 pounds. Stanley was gaining muscle instead of fat, but he did not want to look strong. He wanted to look slim and skinny with decent muscles. He resorted to becoming a vegetarian, with the only exception of meat being fish and stopped going to the gym. Instead he would run every day and exercise at home instead. This allowed him to save some money to buy the many vegetables and their tastes slowly with patience. He was losing weight and in two months he lost 50 pounds. Stanley still was not satisfied and stopped eating meat entirely, becoming a full vegan.
In his third month, Stanley started to have muscle pains as well as bone pains. He also began feeling more tired in his exercises quicker, even though he had built endurance. Stanley did not understand what was happening. What did he do wrong? Was it all worth for nothing? Did he damage his body too early resulting in this? With so many things going through his mind he decided to sleep early and hope that tomorrow would bring better results. The next day, he felt pain greater than ever before though his entire body, he felt light headed with the pain still jabbing him. Looking in the mirror his face was pale, as white as snow. He tried to rub his head to ease the pain but what came out of his hands was his hair slowly falling. Stanley felt worse than when he was 300 pounds looking at his slip. It was only morning and he felt weak and tired, so he went back to bed.
Before he fell into his last slumber, he thought of only one thing: What if I didn’t do anything?
Inspirations for this came from the stories about the Death Machine as well as the philosophical baselines of whether we only had a limited amount of free will, but our ultimate destinies were set in stone.
This is great! I am slightly in love with the Machine of Death stories (I totally didn't go and read almost all of them in one night). You really captured the feelings of your character and as I reading I could feel the same conflicted emotions as he did.
Woo a machine of death story! Like how you portrayed your character's desire to lose weight.
I like this approach. The story would fit right in with all the other stories!
After reading your story, I suddenly realized why we had to read about the Machine of Death during our Macbeth unit: they both involve one's actions after knowing one's own fate. (I probably already knew that on a subconscious level, but I've never directly acknowledged it until now).
Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock.
It's almost twelve.
I see her making her way to the door.
Should I causally bump into her?
I need to focus.
Her eyes remind me of the clear blue oceans of Hawaii.
Oh no she's 3 feet closer to the door.
Her smile, oh how I could stare at her all day.
I see her eating lunch by herself.
She chews her food oh so gently.
I will make my way towards her.
She is eating a tuna sandwich, my favorite.
How should I approach her?
Now she is on to her apple juice, healthy, I like it.
I'm going to walk over.
Not again... she left to throw away her trash.
Back to work.
I can't concentrate.
All I can think about is her.
She is 3 doors down the hall.
She is the one for me.
We're perfect for each other.
I just know it.
We're going to get married.
I can feel it.
We are going to live happily ever after.
There she is again sitting on the bench.
I should offer her a ride home.
She smiled at me.
I'm the happiest person alive.
This is it going to approach her.
Me: "Hey. How are you?"
Her: "Hi there. I haven't talked to you in awhile! How are you?"
Me: " I've been busy. I'm trying to get that promotion. It's cold. "Would you like to borrow my coat?"
Her: "No thanks. I see my husband pulling in. Thank you for the company, I'll see you tomorrow!"
That killed me.
Inspired by (500) Days of Summer, Tom's expectations v.s. reality.
I really liked your post. There is definitely a lesson to not expect anything haha. I think that he is more disappointed that his expectations did not go as planned than actually not getting the girl.
I love this poem! It conveys human nature and human emotions so well. Good work!
woops! sorry Mr. Feraco, the last line is suppose to say "This is it; I'm going to approach her."
You brought me something to live for,
A girl more.... or less?
I found her at last,
But being so far apart,
Almost like watching behind a glass.
What I could have.
I wanted her so bad,
it was sad...
Multiple emotions I was mad
I wanted her so much, she wanted me a tad.
I was just another boy like some clothing fad.
But when summer ended,
My wounds left un-mended.
She was too good for me you see,
I'm left with my xbox lonely..
Inspired by 500 Days of Summer
Nice poem Josh! I can relate this to my personal life very easily! thanks for the great read
Hey Josh. Good job on the poem. I like your rhymes and your poem.
Probably not many people will read this, especially since I'm posting kind of late, but I worked really hard. To say the least, this week hasn’t been great. Much of this is straight from my stream of conscious. This relates to Macbeth hiding his true thoughts, and watching his world turn upside down (fair to foul) as a result of his dirty little secret.
shut the door, shut the window, shut the blind
stop the sound, stop the air, stop the light
cease at once
I want none of it, but all of it. no none of it, I lied
I have so many things, so much, but the one I want isn't mine
was is will never
it's fine, i'm fine, things are looking up
but dizzying thoughts make up down, what luck
shhh, think thoughts
flash, smile, wave and pass on through, float by unnoticed
don't look nothing is there, insignificant misery potent
don't push there, push anywhere but not there
it hurts too much please stop it's not fair
tremors rattle from the core rendering limbs out of control
don’t fall down my cheek as evidence, don't drop, don't roll
now they know, they all see but don't understand
no help am I, no words to explain, a soundness void stands
run run far from shame disgrace pain misfortune
end this life of living dead, find peace instead, flee torture
release the chains
I could really feel the pain and agony that Macbeth as if he was torn between the angel and devil that lives within him.
His desires vs his obligations. It's pretty dark and I'm just soaking it in. Nice job Kailin!
This is a really good post! You convey the struggle you've faced this week very well. I can really relate to what you're feeling. Great job!
A living statue
A stone heart and feelings of steel
The recipe for a living hollow statue
Emotions suppressed under a hidden veil
Unable to let my feelings ring true
A circle of friends gathered around
Laughter and smiles fill the air
Oh how I wish I had a sense of humor deep down
Yet only a bottomless pit of darkness is all that’s left, filling me with despair
A friend pours out a river of tears
All I can do is provide him an empty stare
His sobs travel hopelessly through both ears
I remain unable to demonstrate a single shred of care
A high school crush continually walks by
Two years pass by only to discover she has left to Hong Kong
Oh how I wish I felt a need to cry
A true heart remains something I long
Death arrives at the door of a family member
Again, the absence of grief drills an empty hole
It remains a memory not to remember
It seems as though nothing can touch my soul
I envy their ability to laugh
I envy their ability to sympathize
I envy their ability to grief
I envy their ability to love
Yet most of all I envy their ability to be human.
Inspired By Siddhartha: Identity
I loved this poem Brian! I think I can relate, because I feel like in high school so many things blur by since I'm not sure of who I really am yet. Glad to not feel alone!
“Oh come on. Don’t be like that.”
My thoughts: “Oh really? Don’t be like what? A girl who misses one of her closest friends? Don’t be that girl who misses you because she hasn’t seen you in six months? Yeah. Easier said than done.”
“Hey, I’m Anthony. What’s your name?”
“My name’s Ellie! Guess we get to suffer through this class together, huh?”
“Aha I guess we do!”
My thoughts: “He’s a cutie. Whoa there, Ellie! The last thing you need is a boy on your mind. You’ve got a class to pass. Don’t get into anything you’ll regret later.”
“Ellie, I do not understand this lesson at all!”
“I can help you out if you want.”
“Yes, please! Do you want to meet up after school?”
“No problem! Just meet me in front of C-hall.”
My thoughts: “This can’t be happening. Spending a good hour and a half with this guy afterschool, alone. Pull yourself together, girl. You’re just going to give this guy a math lesson and be done with it and move on.”
Later that day.
“Alright, let’s get to studying!”
“Man, I’m way to beat from basketball to even think about algebra.”
“Anthony, how are you going to pass this class if you keep using excuses like this?
“Cut a man some slack.”
“You’re not telling the truth. You of all people can’t possibly be tired from basketball. What’s really wrong?”
“It’s nothing. Really.”
“Don’t lie to me, boy!”
“I’m just having problems at home. I can’t stop thinking about it. But I don’t want to depress you with that story.”
“Are you sure? It seems like it’s bothering you a whole lot.”
“Ok, but you have to promise not to tell anyone. I haven’t really told anyone.”
“You have my word.”
My thoughts: “Oh man. This has got to be really tough on him. No one our age should have to suffer through something like this. But I kind of feel guilty for making him spill all this. On the flip side, I’m glad he knows he can trust me with this.
“Ellie! Did you hear?”
“Did I hear about what?”
“Anthony’s moving next year. His mom is getting laid off at the end of the year.”
My thoughts: “What? This cannot be happening. Am I really going to lose one of the only people I can talk to about my problems? I knew this was too good to be true. I wish this didn’t hurt so much. It shouldn’t hurt to lose something that isn’t technically mine.”
For the rest of that week, I decided to keep a distance, at least until this pain didn’t hurt as much.
End of month four on my way to class.
“Ellie! Did you need my Spanish book now? I’m leaving school early today, so I can’t give it to you during fifth.”
“Yes, please! I almost forgot that you had to leave early!”
“Aha really? Try not to be too bored in algebra without me.”
“Wow, trying to be Mr. Funny guy, huh?”
“I was kidding, girl. We both now that class is boring either way.”
“That is the truest thing anyone has ever said!”
“Aha! Alright, I know you have to get to class! I’ll try not to miss you too much. Come here and give me a hug! I’m not going to see you for four days!”
“Aw that’s so sweet! I’m going to miss you, too! Be sure to say hi to your mom for me! And come back in one piece on Monday.”
“Aha I’ll try! See you later, babe.”
My thoughts: “I have never felt this safe in anyone’s arms. I feel like I don’t have anything to worry about. Ellie, focus! You’re in class, the teacher’s talking and you have work to do! … ‘I’ll try not to miss you too much.’ Ok, he’s just being friendly. Don’t put too much thought into this. This is how you got hurt in the first place”
“Ellie, can we please meet up and study for this test after school today?”
“Sure! I’ll bring a book so we can actually study this time.”
“Hey, you know why I couldn’t focus last time!”
“Anthony, calm down. I was just kidding. Meet me at the usual spot.”
My thoughts: “‘the usual spot’. I liked that. We had a spot. If I wanted to meet him somewhere, I could just say to meet me at our spot. I like that.
Later that day.
“Anthony, focus. We’re almost done with this. After this last problem, we can just chill. But you need to get this down!”
“Alright. Is this the answer?”
“Finally! Took you long enough!”
Pays attention to the writing on my hand “Is that the same as the writing on your necklace?”
“No. My necklace says my name, and my hand says love.”
“Whoa! Let me see!”
Gets closer to the necklace, and our faces almost meet. Then, my phone rings
“Oh, hi mom! … Alright, I’ll be right out! Anthony, I have to go.”
“Oh, ok. I’ll see you tomorrow! Thank you so much!”
My thoughts: “Did that really almost just happen? I’m so confused. Does he want to be my friend … or something more? Oh boy.”
Last day of school.
“Anthony, you once told me that I was an easy person to read.”
“Yeah! You really are. Why? Is that bad?”
“No. I was just wondering if you were able to tell that I kind of liked you … as more than a friend.”
“Oh, yeah. I was able to tell. But I didn’t want to say anything.”
“Neither did I. Especially since you were moving. I also didn’t want to make our friendship awkward.”
“Aw come on. We never have awkward moments! Hey, I’m really going to miss you. But Gilroy is only six hours away! I’ll visit for sure, ok? And I’ll text you every day!”
“Aha! Aw! You’re going to make me all teary eyed!”
“Come here! You could use a hug!”
“Well I guess this is goodbye, huh?”
“Anthony, in the words of Peter Pan, ‘never say goodbye. Because goodbye means leaving, and leaving means forgetting’. I won’t forget you. This is more like a ‘see you later’ thing.”
“Well, then see you later, Ellie.”
My thoughts: “Gilroy is only six hours away. He is still in the same state and we can still text and what not. He promised, right?”
The summer goes by and I don’t hear from him. Not once.
November strolls around and my friend comes up to me.
“Ellie! Guess what!”
“I’m having a horrible day. Unless it’s important, I don’t want to hear it.”
“Anthony’s in town. He told me to tell you to meet him at three.”
My thoughts: “I’m speechless. He’s back in town and I have to hear this from my friend, not him, but my friend. Uhm, ok?”
“Ellie, what are you doing this Saturday? Maybe we can go to the mall or something?”
“Well, I have to go to a friend’s house to study, but you can come by!”
“Alright! I’ll stop by! I miss you so much!”
"I miss you too!"
“Sorry I couldn’t make it. My friends want me to go to the movies with them.”
“Uhm. Ok, then. Well since this isn’t working out, I guess we just have to do this again another time.”
“Oh come on. Don’t be like that.”
My thoughts: “How about you put yourself in my shoes, buddy?”
My inspiration was 500 Days of Summer, and how Tom had the desire to be more than just a friend to Summer, and how Summer was making Tom feel unsure of the relationship they had.
I really loved this post. I really understand the emotions of the characters in your story.The way that you structured the story with a nod to  Days of Summer was amazing. You made the Ellie's inner conflicts apparent thought both dialogue and inner monologues (which were hilarious and very realistic). Ellie was also a very well structured and believable character.
P.S. Were you aiming for a subtle Up reference?
Thank you so much! I'm glad you liked it!
I actually haven't seen Up, but if you see a connection, then sure, I'll just go along with it. Aha!
I think you will love the movie. The wife is named Ellie (which was what prompted my suspicion).
Nothing is known as a coincidence.
"He" is always the right person, no matter who have you met .
Everyone who appears, entertains, interacts,
they interfere for a reason.
Maybe to teach us a lesson, or assist to make the situation better.
They are a part of destiny.
The way how events occur is designed to be the only.
According to our experience, objects will not be defined in another way.
What had happened, is happening, or will happen should be perfect,
even if it violates our personality, self- respect, and comprehension.
It is called fate.
The point when an action begins is always correct.
It is neither early,
nor late... It can start whenever.
Just when we are ready,
ready to undergo life- approach.
It is the end... Easy but complicated
You are reading this article,
and I believe it is not coincidence.
Inspired by the narrator, 500 days of summer
" If Tom had learned anything... it was that you shouldn't ascribe a great cosmic significance to a simple earthly event. Coincidence: that's all anything ever is. It took a long time, but Tome had finally learned. There are no miracles. There's no such thing is fate. Nothing is meant to be. He knew. He was sure of it now. Tom was... He was pretty sure."
“Okay Alison, you got this. You’re going to finally join. You’ve waited and waited. It’s your turn, there is no one stopping you now.”
(Opens the door)
“Hi, how can I help you?” said Joanne (President)
“Well, I’d like to sign up for this club, where is the application?”
“Sign up? Ummm, well currently all our positions are full. We really aren’t in need of anyone new.”
(Alison talking to herself in her head) “Oh gosh, can this really be? Am I already rejected before even filling out the application?”
“Is there anything you can do? I’ve wanted to join for a while, and I never new there was a limit in being a member.”
“Well actually, as we speak, (thinking of something) we are questioning one of our member and their loyalty, so you might have a chance…”
“Oh thank you! Thank you! What shall do?”
“Well, you should first help us clean the floors, I mean as members we should help the clean the place nice right?”
“No problem! Where is the broom?”
“Down the hall, the closet on the right.”
“And well your add it, you might as well do the bathrooms and oh, our laundry is in there.”
(Alison gives a blank stare)
“You don’t mind do you?”
“Oh, of course not! I’ll be right on it.”
TWO HOURS LATER:
“Sorry Alison, we’ve decided that we aren’t going to allow you to join our club, you just weren’t good enough.”
“WHY? What did I do wrong? I cleaned the bathrooms, I mopped the floor and I even did your laundry! What more do want?”
“We ultimately decided you just weren’t right for the club, so thank you for your hard work.”
Alison walks away, disappointed, frustrated and without ride home.
(While walking home)
That’s it. I give up. Nothing I do is right, and no matter how hard I try it never seems to get better. When I am quiet and mind my own business I am rejected, when I try to fit in, I am rejected. What more can girl do?
(Sees two girls talking to each other on the street corner)
Look at them, there so happy, why can’t be like that? What have I done wrong to deserve this? I’ve been a good person. I’ve never lied, cheated, and I never forget to say thank you. Why does this happen to me?
(Alison gets home, hears the television and immediately knows her mother is home. She closes the door, quickly but quietly. She runs up to her room, locks her door and falls immediately to the ground. Tears roll down her cheeks, the tears she’s been holding so long. Sits for moment and weeps quietly. Eventually, she finds her way to the bed, looks up, takes a deep breath and slowly closes her eyes.)
(The song The Voice Within by Christina Aguilera plays.)
Young girl, don't cry
I'll be right here when your world starts to fall
Young girl, it's alright
Your tears will dry, you'll soon be free to fly
When you're safe inside your room, you tend to dream
Of a place where nothing's harder than it seems
No one ever wants or bothers to explain
Of the heartache life can bring and what it means
When there's no one else, look inside yourself
Like your oldest friend, just trust the voice within
Then you'll find the strength that will guide your way
You'll learn to begin to trust the voice within
Young girl, don't hide
You'll never change if you just run away
Ooh, woh yeah
Young girl, just hold tight
Soon you're gonna see your brighter day
Now in a world where innocence is quickly claimed
It's so hard to stand your ground when you're so afraid
No one reaches out a hand for you to hold
When you look outside, look inside to your soul
(Alison opens her eyes, thinks to herself, takes one more breath and falls asleep.)
-Inspired by Siddhartha philosophical baseline, “The more we learn and the older we get, the harder it becomes to remain true to ourselves”.
Life of my cat..?
Sigh.. What to do today? I think I'll go check my food stash. Ah.. The food isn't fresh. Hmm.. Oh here that thing comes. Let's say hi.. maybe she'll give me food if I say hi enough.
Mhm.. finally. Well.. I'm done with food. What now? Maybe.. I'll check my box. Oh my gosh.. New smell. Must. Leave. Some. Behind...I think I have to come back and spray my scent later... Ah, that felt good. Hmm.. I shall now go stretch and sharpen my claws.
Hmm... What to do.. OH, I hear something. What's that outside this clear wall? I want to go there... Ugh..
Zz.. Tired.. This so comfortable Zz.. Wait.. Must clean myself first... I feel dirty.. Zzz
Stretch... Hungry.. Let's check my bowl again.. Ew, leftovers. Oh wells.. Hmm.. What to do?
“Meow.” She turned and looked at me. She talked. I looked back at her. She looked back at that bright screen then at me again. She came over and scratched me. Ahh yesss. That's the right spot. Oh, going so fast? That's a pity..
Back here stretching and sharpening my claws. Time to check my bowl again..
WHOOSH. I'm a boss.. I run faster than the wind. Oh Oh, I'm so high up.. I am.. god!
She turned away from the bright screen and stared at me. She got taller.. OH, SO SHE WANTS TO FIGHT? BRING IT!
Uh oh.. She's running towards me. EEP she looks too big. MAYDAY. MUST FLEE FROM BATTLE.
I live.. phew. Oh no.. She didn't give up. She ran up too. Run back down! Eeek! Wah.. I'm tired.. Must lay down.. Must clean myself again.. Too dirty... Oh, she sat back down in front of the bright screen again. How boring. Maybe I'll go check that food stash again..
Thirsty.. Water. Must drink. “Meow. Meowwwwww” She came running up and helped me turn on the magical thing. Water spurred out. Mhmmm..
Oh no.. she's back. She's making me sleep.. but I have so much more energy left! NO.. She pushed the thing and now I can't go out.. Sigh.. Back to cleaning..
This place so comfortable... Well.. Sleeping isn't that bad.. What should I do tomorrow.. Zzz..
The thing flew open. She comes in and scratches me. Ugh how annoying. Can she not see that I'm sleeping? Grr.. Take that. Mess with me and I'll eat you over!
Finally.. she left.. Now I have to clean myself again! Must.. licklicklick.. and back to sleep.. Maybe tomorrow I'll get more food.. Zzz
Inspired by lovely red tabby (:
Always wondering what's going on inside his mind..
~~ Period 1~~
Sorry, for the many ellipses. It's just that I feel like my cat's thoughts are always cut off because he gets distracted easily.
This is so cute! I like how you used the ellipsis to convey your cat's tendency to be easily distracted. I will now look at cats differently (their thoughts are quite interesting).
This is super cute Stephanie ! HAHA
I remember your cat and this was really creative for you to write about.
Cute post !
I really enjoyed reading this post. The use of different perspectives (yours and the cat) really emphasized all of the meaning behind the dialogue and the gestures. I also find your cat a really interesting character...
i liked that youre thinking on your cats behalf! very interesting
Not knowing where to go,
The wind blows…
Having no control,
I hear the bell toll
Time is almost up
“Which direction next?” I ask
This is such a difficult task
So many paths to take
And still scared to forsake
Time is almost up
Lead me and tell me
For I do not know
Don’t just let me be
Or I will stay low
Time is almost up
The long and short road
Both mocking my failures
I find that I must take a boat
And find out my anchors
Time is almost up
Suffocating in a tiny box,
I cannot seem to find the lock
“Let me out!” I yell
But no one will break the shell
Time is almost up
The pearly gate is coming
And soon I will be going
Still there is no way
But now, I die today
Time IS up
This poem is about how I am like Govinda. I do not know where to go next and I keep following others. Sooner or later, time will consume me. Also, in the beginning of the year a concept about time really struck me in one of the discussions of the round table. Once you are born, it is like you keep “loading” your life from there on out and once your life is done “loading,” you die.
I really loved this poem! I can definitely see the connection this has with Govinda's character! Great job!
She loves me, she loves me not. I look at the clock as I wait for her reply. The silence rings in my ears, and the stillness feels strange to me. My unmoving cell phone almost hurts my heart as I continue to wait. Tick, tick. Time never stops for me, and I'm glad for that because I want to find out as soon as possible. I never stop thinking about her response because I'm afraid what she's going to say. A million thoughts pop into my head. Will she accept me or will she not? It wasn't my fault that I just happened to like her best friend first, that I happened to be coincidentally with said best friend when I told her I would be at the library. It was her birthday, and I didn't know what to get her, so I had no choice but to ask her best friend. I hate making her cry, but I do it so much. Nothing I do is right. Even with the best intentions, like making her happy on her birthday by getting her the perfect present, nothing seems to make her happy, and it only makes her sad instead. I love her so much, why doesn't she see that? The clock continues to tick, and I wonder what she's doing. Is she crying her eyes out? Is her small body shaking uncontrollably? God, I wish I could hug her now and make everything okay. As long as she's with me, the world is good. Why can't she see that? The ticking continues. The silence is unbroken. I worry and worry because I have nothing better to do. Why am I so stupid? Why is everything like this? Lost in my thoughts, a shrill beep breaks the silence. Finally, salvation arrives in the form of a text. My heart beats fast as I look at her reply. I hope that it will make me happy. What I see shocks me. "To Eric: Though you've hurt me unintentionally with your carelessness, I am still okay. I love you too much to want to break up with you, no matter what happens. I'm strong so don't worry about me. I'm better now. I love you". Happiness and guilt overcomes me when I see her reply. I wish I could be there for her more and be more thoughtful. Next time, I promise myself, I will make her smile and not cry. I will love her and never let her go.
I wrote this based on the baseline statement If your actions have positive consequences, the ends justify your means because I always thought that if your intentions are good then you should be forgiven. In writing this, I want to create hope.
Liked the conflicting emotions and thoughts going on here.
Heart pounding, nose flared, and clench fists that could bleed at any moment.
What keeps me from having your face come into contact with my fists eludes me.
This isn’t the first time this has happened and to be honest I don’t see why it surprises me that it turned out this way.
Endless commotion, nonsense jibber jabber we throw to one another, makes me lose track of time.
In the end we’re left feeling frustrated and exhausted.
There would be a cooling period where we catch our breaths, where we go into different rooms so we don’t look at each other in case one of us says something we would regret.
Then comes the hardest part; the silence.
Even in this small tiny house of ours, there’s a tension in the air that is left unrest.
No one dares to mess up the order of it; everyone is scared to say something.
All there is left is sadness in my heart and a churning nausea feeling in my gut.
As mad as I want to be, I still feel bad for yelling back at you.
Was I wrong? Or are you always right?
Can’t I have an opinion? Why won’t you listen to me?
I wonder if you feel the same way too.
I wonder if you regret saying bad things to me like I have sad to you.
I wonder if you do this because it’s for my benefit.
Or do you fight with me because it makes you feel glorious for having so much power.
You were once my age you know, don’t you remember being rebellious?
How it feels to be frustrated knowing that you were right and the other was wrong and yet somehow you couldn’t do anything about it because you felt powerless?
Why try repeating the same thing to me when you know exactly how it feels then?
Was this to make up all those times you couldn’t talk back so you take it out on me?
Why should the past repeat itself, when all we should do is stop and listen.
Listening. Now that’s a concept that we both keep forgetting.
I’ve heard countless of stories of when you were growing up.
How you always passed by the same little bush on the way home,
or the way the streets filled with the aroma of various food cart vendors.
But yet somehow my brain shuts off the concept of listening to what you have to say – your argument may have been for my benefit, but I assumed that you were just trying to prove me wrong.
Even though you grew up in a different time and way compared to me, I still appreciate with what you have given me that makes my life so comfortable.
But it’s times like these where I wish I could run away from this place I call home; away from the arguments that make me feel this hatred towards you.
I think that’s something the both of us have to work on, whether it’s on compromising to fit each other needs or just listening to each other.
Why waste our time and breath by arguing to the end of the day to a point where we don’t even know why or how this fight came about.
I think it’ll do us both good if we just took the time to sit with each other and
Inspired by Siddhartha Themes on Generational Division and Relationships.
This is really good, Lexy.
I love how you took the generational divide theme and applied it to your every day life.
I, like many others, can relate to your feelings. Sometimes, we just need them (our parents--our "superiors") to listen to us. Just...listen.
Thanks for posting. I wanted to keep reading. Excellent job!
It’s been two long years
I miss you guys.
I watched as the people I grew up with
Continued to grow up without me
I had nobody to blame
Neither my best friends, nor myself
It just… happened.
It wasn’t anybody’s fault
I’m still the same person
Laugh with me
You welcomed me back with open arms
Never forgot who I was
Accepted and loved me for who I am
And for that
I can’t say thank you enough.
As Christmas time rolls around this year
Rest assured that
Every Canto reference
Every random cooking showdown
Every late-night rant session
Will never be forgotten.
This is my way of saying
Inspired by Siddhartha
Losing one’s identity
While attempting to stay true to one’s self.
Catherine! : )
I love this post! The emotion really comes through with every word you say. Great job!
18th birthday: That day changed my life forever. I was no longer considered a kid to society but an adult. I was finally responsible for my own actions; my mom and dad were no longer there to protect me. I had just graduated from one of the top high schools in the state and was about to enter my first year of community college. I had no money to pay for tuition, no job and the money I was making under the table was not enough. It was never enough for some reason. I decided to take out a loan from the bank so I could pay my tuition for the year. I was hoping I would be accepted for financial aid so there could be some other type of income. I knew I would need a job fast so I could keep up with all the bills. I was still living at my mom’s house but every day I was there felt like an eternity in hell. I knew I had to get out as there as soon as possible so I could start my own life, alone. I figured trying to balance out school and a job would be a difficult task but I managed to get through it. After finding a job at the Hollywood bowl and working there almost a year I had enough money to take care of myself.
19th birthday: Everyday is a struggle. Work has me exhausted and aggravated. School keeps me awake, stressing out to turn my paper in on time, but I manage to keep on moving forward. Nothing is stopping me from pursuing my goals. Without financial aid I would probably be back at my parents. It’s not as easy as I thought to live by myself. There are so many outrageous bills that have to be paid. The electricity, water, car payments, internet and rent were among the most expensive bills to pay. The list goes on and on. There would be some weeks where I would bathe with cold water and others where I would eat a cup of noodle for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Some days I feel like going to my parents so I can eat a beautiful home cooked meal. But I stay where I’m at disappointed and unsatisfied in life. I think to myself life will get better as long as I keep on going to school and working hard.
20th birthday: School is still my top priority. Two more years and I will have my B.A. Halfway there to getting on with my life so I could find a better job with great benefits. Work is tiring but the raise I received has me pretty content with life at the moment. I keep moving forward. One day I was offered a great job, with great pay but it would require me to drop out of school. I weighed out my options , it was one of the hardest decisions of my life but I decided that I had already finished two years so might as well finish what I started. If I would have dropped out now then what would have been the point of going for two years already. As time went on I knew school was the right decision. I met a beautiful girl in one of my business classes and we started going out. She completed me in every way. We had the same ideas, style and personality. I knew from the moment I met her that we would be together for the rest of our lives.
21st birthday: My girlfriend finally moved in with me into my house. I felt like it was the beginning of my family. Another person to help with the bills wasn’t bad either. We were making it on our own like normal people. It felt like I was dreaming, never did I think this is how my life would turn out. Blissful. This was the last year of college and it felt great to know that after this I would be able to have a great job and make more money. I was still working at the same job when I was 18 and I couldn’t believe 3 years of my life had passed so quickly. It was wonderful to know I was making it on my own when I was doubted by so many people including some family members. The joy I felt when I proved them all wrong. I realized you don’t have to die to get to heaven. Just keep on pursuing your hopes and dreams and you will reach the very top. You are the arrow you just have aim and reach your target.
This piece was inspired by Siddhartha when he leaves home for the last time to pursue his hopes and dreams.
One man lost on his path in life having lost everything he had nothing left to lose. He searched around looking for a way out, only to see that the way out had long been sealed. Trying to find meaning in his surroundings, trying to see the truth of it all. His path had strayed, his mind disarrayed. He did not know what to do. Walking down this path he thought back and realized, the one thing he did not do was to reflect on his personal growth. Finally reaching the epiphany he realized that the world wasn’t at fault he was. Finally able to understand he adjusted himself to understand the world that had surrounded him for so long, and finally a light appeared at the end of his path that had once been enveloped in darkness. Having walked a difficult path, his new understanding of himself led him to a greater understanding of the world. This man’s name was Siddhartha his self-reflection had led him onto the path of enlightenment. His teachings have helped others reach a greater knowledge of the world thus making the world that much better.
Based on siddartha
Inside the mind of Summer Finn of 500 Days of Summer: Alternate ending.
(alone, solely with her thoughts )
Why does my ambition hold me back?
It seems as if each time that I strive for love, I get farther from it.
When I am in love I should know it, there should be magnetic pull in which I cannot push away from.
There should be no disbelief or skepticism in my decision with my partner.
Or at least that’s what I am shooting for.
(Long pause of thought)
But do I really know what I am aiming at, I mean I can imagine what my target is, but I really don’t know.
Whenever I seek love I can’t have it, and whenever I don’t want it, I find it.
Everything was fine with Tom up until I thought that I could love him.
Then, every thought of disbelief appeared, and I knew that I could be happy without him.
If I could be happy without him, then I don’t have to be with him, right? It is like all the love songs that I have grown up with on the radio right? You know, the songs of desperate and unconditional love, which ends one’s world without. Damn I wish I could connect to some of those love songs.
Tom and I had something, but it wasn’t what I believed love is or what I think it is.
Now that I think about it that’s how it has been with every relationship I have had.
Pshh. Maybe I just haven’t found love yet. Or at least what I think love is, but is love really as dependent and definite as everyone perceives it?
I don’t know what love is.
If I don’t know what love is, then what am I trying for? What am I really aiming at?
Maybe I have found love, but I’m just too blind to see it.
I feel like a runner sprinting through life trying to chase what I think is right, while ignoring and flashing by all the answers that lie in front of me.
Every time that I want something, I fight for it and cannot find what I want, but when I do not want to try to fight for it, it is handed to me on a silver platter.
…Damn, that is ironic.
I thought people are rewarded for what they work for, apparently not.
I feel like I am in the middle of the sea trying to grab hold of the water to swim, but keep drowning. I struggle so hard to just stay above water, but little do I know that it is easier to relax, and float.
I have anxious ambition. The anxiety of finding the “right” answer has restricted me from finding the true one. The anxiety must come from fear of not finding the answer, which is pathetic.
I think all I need is faith. Faith in my search for love with my mind and eyes open to all the answers given to me. With faith I will find what I am looking for.
INSPIRATION: 500 Days of Summer, teachings of Siddhartha (Seeking vs. Searching) and life.
Hi Gabriel, Your approach in decoding the mysterious Summer's mind is very interesting! Although it is never revealed in movie why she thought Tom wasn't the right one, I think maybe the director wants to leave this question to the audience to think about.
i think your idea to make an alternate ending to 500 days through summers mind was very creative. i like your use of imagery and it sounds so passionate and heart-warming.i like your last sentence a lot. everyone needs to have a little faith. with that we can conquer all obstacles.
Thanks guys I am glad you enjoyed it.
I know that I enjoyed writing it
Gabriel I really liked how you used some creative thoughts trying to decode Summers mind. I also like the part in the end where you say she needs faith. very creative! good job!
- recovering slowly, surely
I’ll be seeing her today.
I’ve made a mental list of pills she’s tried, and pills she’s yet
A sharpened needle breaks her skin
She lays there, closed eyes, waiting for the medicine
Then greets me with a warm smile and vivid look in her eyes
Much too young, still full of life,
And she talks
“I feel less lonely when you’re here.”
So I visit everyday.
No, she’s been inside for far too long and she’s wasting away
They tell me there isn’t anything left to do but I don’t care, we can still talk
"You’re going to go home soon" I tell her.
but I still give her pills she’s yet to take.
The doctor is trying to take care of the terminal patient
with no chance to live.
Inspired by 500 Days of Summer.
I think your poem is really interesting, I don't really understand it.. but it caught my eye.
I like it a lot. (:
This is truly amazing. There was something about it that grabbed my attention and I felt it was really creative!
Entering the dance studio, I was absolutely amazed. The mirror wall was beautifully polished. The wood floors perfectly clean. This was it. I finally got to take that ballroom class I've been begging my mom to let me take.
I spotted my friend Elina from across the room. Our eyes met and we walked over to each other.
“Isn't this studio beautiful?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she replied, “I can't wait to learn some real dancing. Ballroom is so classy.”
“Right?! Hey! The teachers here. Ahh! Be my dance partner.”
“Alright. Better you than some stranger.”
I have always loved to dance. It was just fun. I was determined to make the most out of this class and prove to myself that I could tackle any challenge.
I felt myself get more agitated with each rep of the dance routine. I loved to dance so why was I feeling so frustrated and mad at myself? Why was I making so many mistakes?
My friend felt my frustration and asked, “Hey. You doing OK? You're not dancing like you usually are.”
“It's nothing. This dance is hard,” I replied.
“If you want, we can slow it down.”
“No. We can't. I can do this. Lets run it from the top.”
Needless to say, I messed up on that rep too. I messed up on every rep until the studio closed that night.
That night, I went home defeated and tired.
I've always been good at dancing. Why am I messing up so much?
My thoughts kept me awake all night. I knew I could do this dance. I didn't need guidance. I didn't need to slow the tempo down. I knew I could do it. I was so sure I could.
The next morning, dance class continued. The teacher made each couple do the dance for the class to see. Elina and I were fourth to go. Everything was going so well until the last move. It was a segment of intense footwork that really stumped me the day before. I messed up and I fell on my butt.
Everyone laughed. Hot cheeked and embarrassed, I stormed out of the room.
“Bryan! Wait!” my teacher yelled from behind me.
“Why?! So I can keep embarrassing myself? So I can be the 'what not to do' example in class?” I screamed back.
“Just wait! Why are you so mad? Its only the second day of class.”
“Because I can't do this ballroom thing. I'm supposed to like dancing but I hate this.”
“Ballroom isn't just dancing. Its an art in itself. You're messing up because you're acting like this is just another type of dance. Its not. Its so different. Let go of what you think you know.”
“Do you honestly hate dance? Do you really want to quit? Elina told me you wanted to do this for so long.”
“I...I have. Of course I don't want to quit.”
“Lets go back.”
The rest of the day, I followed my teachers advice. I stopped trying to learn and dance to the beat of my own drum. I slowed down each part of the dance and took in all the advice I could get.
I finally got the message. I liked dancing. That didn't mean I was any good at it.
At the end of the day, I got the dance down. Elina and I performed it beautifully. I learned to lean not on my own understanding because honestly, I'm probably going to be wrong most of the time. Now, I trust the information I get.
I was inspired by the mentality of Siddhartha. He felt that only he could help himself and in a way, he could, but he still need the guidance of others to put him on the right path.
Ha really close to real life,,, kids dont want to be embarrassed in front of public... I was oftenly put into those kind of situations
“Hey honey,” said a woman walking towards me. Her hair was frizzy and blond. She smelled of cigarettes and cheap perfume. Her make-up was over-done and distasteful. I don’t wanna even wanna think about her clothes...is solely spandex considered adequate clothing? I wasn’t too interested in speaking with her, but I hate being rude.
“What are you up to handsome?” said a chalky pair of red lips.
“Just taking a walk,” I said after a short pause.
She smiled and I swear she winked. “You’re brave to be walking out here.”
“I could say the same to you. Are you taking a walk as well?”
“I wish,” she sat down. “I’m here to make some money. You know what I mean?”
Ew. I did. “You’re too pretty to be doing that.” I wasn’t entirely lying. Underneath the caked on make-up was a face of a lost girl. She was pretty. But she’s not here. The lost girl smirked,” Pretty won’t get ya no where.” She sighed, pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear, looked at me, in the eyes (no one does that anymore, not to me) and said,” Can I do anything for you tonight?”
I shook my head,” Sorry, I’m a loyal man.” She seemed disappointed...yet impressed.
“I had a man once,” she said. “I loved him more than me. I think that was the problem. I gave him my everything, he was my everything. Everything for three years.”
The lost girl spiked my interest. “And then?”
“And then...and then I woke up.”
“You’re joking right? You mean you’re telling me about a dream?”
“It wasn’t a dream.”
“Oh sorry, nightmare?”
“No,” she said. “I was an idiot.”
“You’re not an idiot I’m sure.”
“But I am. Look at me,” she scoffed. Then she twirled. “I’m a joke, I’m pathetic. I didn’t realize what I should have. He had cheated on me since day one. I was stupid to notice. He took all of my money, my life, me. Look at me, I’m nothing. and after all that I still want him back.”
“You’re not nothing. You’re somebody. I see her. She’s there and beautiful.”
She smiled. “I wish more guys were like you.”
“There are. You shouldn’t let one trashbag ruin your life.”
“I wish I was that strong. Hey, what’s your name?”
“Jo. Jo Calderone.”
“Nice to meet ya Jo. The name’s Pam.”
She left shortly after that. I leaned against a tree and watched her walk away. I kept thinking about Lily. Lily is the girl I was planning on proposing to last night. She decided kissing someone at a work party was more important than attending our six year anniversary dinner. She said the party was mandatory and she had too much to drink. The kiss was quick and meant nothing, but I was betrayed. It hurt. It hurts.
I saw Pam talking to some guy in a car. Within a matter of seconds cops swarmed in, tackled her and handcuffed her. The guy in the car was an undercover cop. Ouch. She’s hit rock bottom. As I watched her get taken away I thought about the look on her face when I said I was loyal. She was impressed. That face. Hm.
Days later I woke up. Lily was sleeping next to me wearing an engagement ring. I had decided she was worth so much, I couldn’t give her up. I smiled, I’ll let it go. I think I can do it. It’s just a small kiss. Big deal. I love her.
One week later: buzz Lily’s phone got a text. It could’ve been important, I decided to take it to her. I grabbed the phone and noticed the message displayed on the screen.
“Hey. You busy tonight? I wanna have a repeat of the other day;)”
I was stunned, I had trouble breathing. I couldn’t resist the temptation to read all her texts from this guy. It was more than a kiss. And more than one guy. Ouch. Made me think of Pam. She was lost. I don’t wanna be lost. I fought the tears, went into our room where Lily was napping. I slid the ring off her finger. I was able to get my basic clothes and things. I moved them to the living room and packed there. I grabbed her phone smashed it and left a note amongst broken pieces. “It’s over. I know about them. I moved out.” I left and my life got better. She tried to contact me but I didn’t contact her back. A person can only take so much. I didn’t wanna hit rock bottom, I didn’t wanna be the male version of Pam.
This was inspired by the theme in MacBeth of loyalty, the philsophical baseline’s question of if you would stay if you were betrayed, and many episodes of “Police Women of Broward County”. I am very addicted :->
Aw, this was so sad. I could really imagine the scene whenJo and Pam were talking. I liked the conversation, and how loyal Jo was to his fiance. I was so sad when I found out they didn't work out in the end! Great job!
Reserved: I need number 63 because it represents something specific in my post.
They say if you love something let it go,
If it’s meant to be it’ll come back to you, right?
Well, where are you?
You cast a spell on me,
And you just walk out?
Beginning of everything:
I open my eyes to a cheerful day
I look at my phone: “oh heyy ;)”
We talked twenty-four/seven,
Lived many wishes at eleven-eleven.
Morning and Night,
We rarely even had a fight.
Middle of everything:
I open my eyes to my birthday
I look at my phone: “happy birthday! :)”
But it wasn’t the same,
To be honest, this time it seemed pretty lame.
Was it just me?
Or was she to blame?
A few days later,
I found out about another name.
Truth is, it wasn’t just a name;
She was just playing a silly game.
The end of it all:
I open my eyes, I hear the cries.
Looking at my phone, all I see is lies.
This is bulls***.
This is all I have? This is all I have left?
This is my life, my life after you?
If you put together all of the stars in the universe,
That still wouldn’t amount to the love I had for you.
But you had to, right?
You had to ruin it.
How do you feel now, huh?
Thinking to myself:
I might love again one day, but I’m not making the same mistakes again.
Sixty-three weeks gone to waste.
Sixty-three weeks, was it really a waste?
Not at first, but then again, the end was.
Or was it?
I don’t regret it.
I just feel bad; I hope that one day you start seeing reality.
We meet again.
But the truth is; now I really do see you.
Looks like the game’s over.
500 Days of Summer – Tom’s and Summer’s relationship and how everything turned out.
Siddhartha – Going through the many stages of life and learning from it all.
Good post! It's such a basic story and I'm sure it happens to everyone at some point but it just shows another theme in siddhartha, that everyone is connected.
Wow; that is really the only word I can use to start this off. I loved it, I really did and as I read it I could see you going through the different stages which allowed me to understand and connect to it more.
Naughty Boy: Gordon
Outstanding Girl: Michelle
PART 1 - boy in front of the seat, girl behind the seat;
boy:"OH MY GOD, Michelle, why you study so hard?"
girl:" Because I am a student, study is my responsibility."
boy:"I bet that my life will be wonderful after 20 years, even I don't know what 'sin' and 'cos' are!"
girl:"We need to do a lot of futile things in our life. That's life. "
PART 2 - in class;
girl:"Oh, how can I do?? I forgot to bring my textbook!"
(Teacher came in)
teacher:"Who did not bring the book? Stand up!"
(Boy gave his book to the girl quickly and he stood up)
boy:"I didn't bring my book!" (with smile)
teacher:"Why you come to school without the book? Are you here in order to eat lunch?"
boy:"Wasting lunch is not a good thing..."(low voice)
teacher:"What? Get out here until I call you back!"
PART 3 - after school
girl:"Thank you for giving me your book."
boy:"It doesn't matter to me. Don't worry."
girl:"Here's the practice quiz I made, do it and I will check tomorrow. Also the referenced notes, I already highlighted the important sections. Do those things tonight, then you will get at least a 'B' on tomorrow's test."
boy:"ONLY 'C'? I will not do."
boy:"Whatever, outstanding students always think the others are loser."
girl:"I think you are the loser not because your grades are low, because you don't even try to do something to be an outstanding student!"
PART 4 - boy's home
boy:"Michelle!!! How can you do those freaking questions!!!"
(boy studied whole night, in order not to be the LOSER)
PART 5 - second day's morning
girl:"You got many mistakes, did you read the notes?"
girl:"Revise it and I will check tomorrow."
PART 6 - ...
Day 1: "practice quiz" ; "here!"
Day 2: "practice quiz" ; "here!"
Day 3: "practice quiz" ; "here!"
Day 4: "practice quiz" ; "here!"
Day 5: "practice quiz" ; "here!"
Day 6: "practice quiz" ; "here!"
Day 7: "practice quiz" ; "here!"
Day 8: "practice quiz" ; "here!"
Day 9: "practice quiz" ; "here!"
Day 10: "practice quiz" ; "here!"
PART 7 - one day after school
girl:"Good job, Gordon. You can do it "
boy:"Of course I can. I'm afraid that I am too smart. These questions are just piece of cake for me. If I study hard, I'll replace you become the first!"
boy:" I bet I will get higher grade than you on the next test! If I win, you must comb your hair back; If I lose, I will cut off all my hair!"
PART 8 - grades are posted
teacher:" Congratulations! Michelle! You are always the first!"
(boy smiled stiffly to the girl)
PART 9 - second day after the grades are posted
boy lost, so he shaved his hair for the girl;
girl won, but she also combed her hair back for the boy;
PART 10 - graduation is coming soon
boy said to girl:
"I used to be a naughty and lazy boy, but I would like to study with you, in order to stay with you; in order to get into the same college together. Michelle, I will keep pursuing you, after we graduate from high school, after we graduate after college, after... Until someday, you become my girlfriend!"
PART 11 - after graduation
(girl was sick on the test day, so she didn't got into the college she wants);
(boy did well on the test, he got into the college SHE wants)
(boy draw a T-shirt for the girl, the a red heart.)
PART 12 - in college, no cell phones yet
(boy waited in a long line in order to use the public phone, to call the girl, and spent a lot of money that he don't have money to buy lunch.)
boy:"How are you?"
girl:"I'm fine, and you?"
boy:"I'm missing you."
boy:"I organized a boxing match next weekend, Can you come to our school to cheer?"
girl:"Are you stupid? Why you always do the stupid and boring things? Why not use that time to study??"
(The call ended with girl's anger and boy's sadness; boy just want to show his strongest side to the girl, but...)
PART 13 - the boxing match
(boy met a strong opponent, and he cannot even stand up.)
(girl came and wore the T-shirt that the boy draw for her, she cried.)
girl:"You are so stupid! I hate you!" (not really what she thought ...)
boy:"Yup! I am stupid! I am too stupid to pursue you so many years!"
(boy left with hurt ; girl stayed and cried loudly.)
PART 14 - two years later..
(during an earthquake)(with cell phone now)
(There's no cell signal because too many people were using the cell phone)
boy ran one mile out of the school in order to call the girl
boy:"Are you fine?"
girl:"Yes, I'm fine. "
girl:"Why did you call me? "
boy:"Because you are my youth. I don't want to lose my youth"
girl:"Thank you for loving me"
boy:"I love self, too, while I was loving you."
the boy and the girl chatted a lot of the past;
they didn't fall in love;
they didn't hold their hand together;
they didn't kiss;
they become the best friend;
their youth is memorable;
PART 15 - five years later
girl married with a rich guy;
boy came to her wedding;
boy:"HAPPY WEDDING, MY YOUTH."
the girl is the youth to the boy, they spent a wonderful youth together.
THIS STORY IS A TRUE STORY.
The boy made a movie for this story, after the girl was married.
He spent one million dollar to made this movie;
His unique hope: the girl can watch it.
boy:"I am waiting for your response, it will be a one-million-dollar-sentence."
I was inspired by "Siddhartha" and "500 days of Summer"
As a high school student, we must study hard survive from the knowledge, although we might not use them in the future.
The knowledge we learned from the text will not stay with us as we dead, it can be forgotten. But the experience will be in our mind forever.
Although we desired for something and finally lost it, the experience of pursuing will remain forever and ever.
When we experienced the pursuing, the result is not important anymore, because we care more about the process.
--from " 500 days of summer"
* sorry there's a little mistake in PART3:
the grades are different. that's "c"..I typed too fast..
He was in her English class. She thought he was cute. She could daydream all she wanted but she knew he wasn’t right for her. She knew he had a past. She knew she deserved better. She thought nothing would happen. Little did she know something did.
Her: I don’t get it. I’m so hurt.
Him: Hey don’t feel so bad. Everyone gets hurt like that every once in awhile. I’m always here for you.
Her: Thanks. That really means a lot.
Him: Chin up kid.I promise you everything's going to be ok.
Him: Hey let me show you a song. It’s something you’d listen to.
He's conceited only 'bout himself he
Loves nobody else ah he aint even fly
You're broken lemme make it better
Glue you back together just give me a try
Him: Hey! What’s up?
Her: Hey! I’m watching a really cute movie and I’m really jealous. I want these cute things. I want someone to name a star after me. I want to watch television with them on a couch with a blanket and hot chocolate. I want to cook food with someone and eat it. I want to eat with their family.
Him: Don’t worry about it. You’ll get it someday. Hey wait a second.
Him: Okay hmm I just went outside. Looked up in the sky and saw a star and I officially name it after you. You can cross that off your list now.
He knew all the right things to say. He knew how to make her swoon. He knew how to make her feel special, to feel wanted.
TWO WEEKS LATER
Him: Hey can I call you?
Her: Yeah sure go for it.
They talked for hours each day. She laughed the genuine I-think-you’re -actually-funny laugh. He made her smile again. She didn’t know where this was going but she was going for it.
Before she knew it, he was walking her to class. He was holding her books. He was hugging her goodbye and she was feeling safe.
Him: Hey can you get out of class?
So she did. She ditched class for him. She walked around with him talking about nothing and everything at the same time. She checked her phone. 2:40pm. She had to go. She hugged him goodbye and turned to leave but he didn’t let go. He kissed her instead and then this time she didn’t want to let go.
I like his smile.
I like his eyes.
I like the way he dresses.
I like him.
ONE MONTH LATER
Her: Hey stranger.
It was the only logical response to him. After all he had disappeared. He didn’t talk to her anymore. There were no more late night phone calls, no more walking her home., no more anything.
I hate his smile.
I hate his eyes.
I hate the way he dresses.
I hate him.
When she fell for him, she fell hard. She risked it all and got hurt. She didn’t regret it though. She didn’t want to lead a life of what if’s. She needed the experience. She needed to feel this way and eventually she knew she would find someone else. Someone better. Someone worth it. She was certain of it.
“This is a story of how girl meets boy. But before they do you should know up front, this is not a love story.”
This was inspired by 500 Days of Summer’s elevator music scene and a lecture question Mr. Feraco posed to us: Do you dare to love again after having your heart broken?
I really like how you included a nod to the I love/I hate sequence from  Days of Summer. I really feel the emotions of the characters and your writing style is very clear. Awesome job.
I really enjoyed reading this I loved the way you kept it interesting the whole way through. I felt it kept my interest because of the storyline and (especially) the format. GREAT JOB
The date was December 30, 2014. What started off as a patrol in a small town in Iran quickly turned into a mess as mortar fire and 125mm tank shells rained down near the ambushed platoon. Surronded inside a crumbling two story apartment complex and under a constant barrage of fire, Captain Matthew Walthers of the 13 Marine Expeditionary Unit had a difficult choice to make. He could call in close air support to neutralize the enemy units surrounding him and his unit but that would risk collapsing the delicate building and injuring him and his fellow marines. His other choice was for him and his unit to stay put with enemy troops and armor outside. Inside his mind, it was a battle between which one was worse. He had already had more than half his men injured or killed when they were ambushed and he didn’t want to lose any more. But the bigger question was whether or not he would lose more men with whatever choice he took. He made the choice of staying at the building and looking for other alternatives. He peered out the window to look for anything that could help. He saw the usual mixture of insurgents and military defectors and one of the T90 tanks assaulting his position but then he noticed a building that didn’t have any major structural damage just across the street. He stopped one of his marines that was passing by to take up a firing position at another nearby window and asked him if he thought the unit could make it across with minimal casualties.”I could do it in 10 seconds flat but I can’t say the same for everyone else with all the wounded. Finally realizing that attempting to stay in his current position, he radioed headquarters and requested an airstrike but warned that it would be danger close (friendly units near the target area). He then told his men to prepare to move onto the street when air support came. Suddenly, 2 F/A18E Hornets and an AH1 Viper flew overhead.”This is Warhammer 2-6.Mark your positions with a strobe so we know your positions.” Came a voice from Captain Walther’s radio. He had his men do so before another message on the radio came. “ Friendly Positions marked. Starting strafing runs”. No sooner than the message had finished, several bombs dropped from the Hornets and a rocket barrage from the Viper eliminated the hostile forces. Ever since that day, when Captain Walthers wonders if he made the right choice, he remembered all of his men that he saved and would’ve lost if he hadn’t called air support.
Inspired by: The Star Trek episode we watched in class
I liked how you wrote something inspired by the star trek episode very well written and interesting! wonderful job
Now, I think you're just remembering the good stuff.
I want to lay with you forever
Stay with you forever
We stay still
The silence surrounding us
Our hands touching
Never letting go
We count the stars together
One, two, three, four
I want this,
This feeling of endlessness
The slight breeze whispering in our ears
The grass tickling our skin
I look deep into your eyes
Sky blue, no, ocean blue
You make me out of this world happy
Jump for joy and smile forever
How did I get so lucky?
I will never stop loving you
Next time you look back, I, uh, I really think you should look again.
I hate you
I despise you
The thought of being with you, it’s just gross,
I never want to see you again
You never wanted me
You ignored me
You hurt me
When will you get rid of your
You annoy me
Your stupid smirk
When will you ever learn?
When will I ever learn?
You put me through this
And it hurts
I never gave up
Did you ever love me?
I knew you never did
I will never
This was inspired from a line from 500 Hundred Days of Summer,
Rachel Hansen: Look, I know you think she was the one, but I don't. Now, I think you're just remembering the good stuff. Next time you look back, I, uh, I really think you should look again. It is also about a common theme we talk about in class, suffering.
I really liked your poem, you took to a different approach. good job!
What i would give, take, & do to be seen... NOTICED.
Why does it feel like this? Like everything I do ends up in a catastrophe? No matter what I do, no matter how hard I try, I always manage to screw things up. Even when I don’t try to do anything, something always happens to ME. What’s the point of even trying? Why not submerge my head in water? Maybe then, it can hear my thoughts and help ME wash them away. It’s hard being ME, though I still don’t understand who exactly I am. All I know is that I don’t have to try to mess things up. I am a nothing striving to become a something worth a single breath for “hello”. Am I worth it?
I can do things to be seen…. NOTICED.
There’s no possible way HE will notice ME. There is no reason why HE would even care, or why HE would want to see ME, well, through ME. I’m going to try, because I already know the outcome, so why not strive for that ending and reach it now. HE is everything I dream for in a guy. He is everything anyone dreams for in a guy. HE COULD BE THAT BOY, BUT I’M NOT THAT GIRL.
I will change to be seen…. NOTICED.
But maybe, just maybe, He will fall for ME. Maybe, if I’m lucky HE will see ME for ME and MY disastrous life, and love ME. I can act like the girls he hangs out with. I can eat less. I can wear less. Then maybe I will be noticed. Just maybe HE will give ME worth, and say “hello”. A simple nod of the head. Maybe, even a gesture. Then I can do it all again the day following. I can fix my hair. I can put on more make up. I can wear tighter clothes, higher heels, and shorter skirts.
All this…. To be seen…. NOTICED.
Here I go again, pretending to be someone I’m really not. I'm just not happy with myself. I guess that’s why I put up this front, MY wall, made up of lies I cannot destroy. A wall of someone who isn’t ME that everyone seems to like. But…. It’s all a lie. I feel so horrible for those who love this ME I’m not. I've made ME into this new thing that I’ve lost sight of the real ME. I’ve become so attached to this make shift ME that I left the real ME deep down inside where I can’t pull it out anymore.
How will I know the real ME? I could probably stare the real ME in the eyes and still not know it’s ME.
What is MY explanation for MY feigning? I can’t even tell you myself. At first it was fitting in, and when I fit in I couldn’t give this new ME up, so I kept at it. I became a life of lies. Lies it seemed that I couldn’t live without. Lies that made ME… ME. I was in too deep to let it go, to move on. “What have I become?”
All this…. To be seen…. NOTICED.
Inspired by: Me, 500 Days of Summer.
"Love is wanting someone to notice you, and still want you after that."
As my mother has told me,
Let them be as the human skin
Soft, unsupported, and appealing
But only from the outside
You must stand tall
Sure of yourself like
The bones of the body which support
They will appeal
But only to those willing to go skin deep
They will mold and seep into the cracks
Of the uprooting society
You will stand firm
Only those who stand as you do
Will satisfy you
You will break free of the casts
Set up by others
Only the wind can set you free
To bring you up to the endless skies
Until then don’t sway to another rhythm
Keep still because the best winds
Will come up and take you to paradise.
+ This poem is based off siddhartha's theme of identity. This person must keep still to their identity and in their time the "winds" will take them to heaven as a reward.
Year 2565, Earth made tremendous leaps in technology. Using nanotechnology, human life can be prolonged by decades, our physical appearances can be altered by it, and most of mankind is linked to it, as it improves the body without any work. The only side effect is a blue glow in the bloodstream and that becomes the only barrier in society.
“Atamir, you must see how immoral it is!”
“I insist you sit down and think about what we’re fighting for.”
“And I have. We cannot fight a war with these people! We rule Ukraine, we keep a peaceful coexistence. Was that not why we played Griffball, to keep this territory per their agreement? So that we may be free from their techno-tyranny and perversion of nature? Kinzhal, please stop this conflict before there is no return.”
“Ivan, you see little of what will happen. Cossack men will not allow such evil to thrive; we must retaliate against this evil as our ancestors did. Dare you profess love of our people and forget our promise to sacrifice all for the future? If so you serve me and as your commanding officer, I order you and your unit to fight.”
“If my honor is on the line, I shall.” Ivan bowed his head in sorrow, he didn’t want to fight the Federation but orders are orders. He looked out the tent; the first snow had started to fall. He called Zasha, his second-in-command, and ordered the company to attack. The Fifth War for Humanity has begun.
Ivan’s forces swept through Poland like Swiss cheese. He would reached Warsaw within a fortnight. Keeping with being anti-technology, Kinzhal gave one order to the troops, fight until the Federation surrenders. Everywhere, his soldiers brutally and efficiently destroyed the Federation, yet it felt too easy. Sure, Federation troops were few since it was highly supported; people were strong enough to be independent of each other.
Ivan looked to the sky, it seemed to burn with the rage of the times. Zasha appeared with another line of men holding their hands in surrender.
“Another execution ,yesaul?” she asked. As if it actually mattered. Kinzhal’s orders were clear. Ivan pulled out a flag, yelled, “Team Bravo, ready bayonets!” and dropped the flag as the young Cossacks charged into the unnaturally muscular men as blue and red flowed forth.
Ivan, sick of the hatred and violence, decided to take a walk through the Polish woods after ordering a proper burial for the dead men. A sack came over his head and smack.
He awoke with the sack still on his head; he was handcuffed to a railing, and heard the jeering of hundreds. He was either going to be fed to lions or…
“Ivan Sokolov, we here at the Federation Court deems you guilty on four hundred fifty thousand and nine hundred sixteen counts of murder, as well as treason and leading a terrorist organization. How do you plead, as the last Ataman of the Cossacks?”
“You must be mistaken, I am no Ataman, just a yesaul. It is Kinzhal who is the Ataman.”
“Kinzhal and the rest of the forces were decimated by our forces in Russia under General Shruko. As you were the highest ranking officer amongst the captured, you are the Ataman. How do you plead to the charges?”
“I plead not guilty. Murder cannot be committed on those who are not human. Where is your humanity? In those nanobots which perfect you in every way? Is that life or just existing? What is life without the struggle? Why do you think the Cossacks resist your so called “improvements”? It keeps you from working together, draws separation between you, and keeps you reliant on your industry to sustain you. No, you are no longer humans, you are slaves of machines.” Ivan, with his mask ripped off, received a punch to the face. He was bent over and on his neck, injected with nanites designed to consume nanobots. Without nanobots, the nanites horribly disassembled him at a molecular level. The last man on Earth died in a cloud of his enemy.
Inspiration: EaPB I: Even futile gestures matter if done with purpose or passion; meaning lies in motive, not result.
EaPB II: Good men can do evil things
Roosterteeth podcast #143 Burnie Burns :”It’s a very British story, to be a person who is great by birth. He’s not great by action, he’s great by purpose because his parents were these cool whatever, and then he’s thrust into the world. He seems like a weird hero to me because he doesn’t seem to want to do anything. He’s a big, whiny guy.”
wow, this is an awesome story, one that I can dig deep into and not want to come out of. Good Job!
Narrator: It’s Halloween. A boy that is known to be quiet and shy is about to make a move that will change his life.
Boy (thinking to himself): Tonight is the night! I’m going to do it. I’m going to talk to her.... Even though it’s through text.
Boy nervously typing buttons on his phone. He has a simple “hey” ready to send. Boy nervously presses send.
Boy (text message): Hey :]
Girl (responds back): Hello :]
Boy (thinking to himself): YES! She responded almost instantly and with a smiley face.
Narrator: For the next two months, boy and girl talked everyday, every minute, every second. They spent every weekend hanging at the mall. It was the only place they could go to due to the lack of transportation. Even though it was the same place every weekend, they would still be able to spend hours sitting or walking around the mall and talking. One day Boy and Girl were sitting on a couch at the mall...
Girl was in a fight with her parents over the phone.
Boy tries to calm her down. He did so by holding her hand.
She settled down.
They held hands for a while...
Ever since they began to talk, everyday started out with a text saying” Good-morning!” and a text at night saying “Good-night! Sweet dreams!” It has been like that for almost 2 years.
Inspired by 500 Days of Summer. The beginning of every relationship is always like a honeymoon.
It was December when you left
I knew it was coming; it shouldn’t have been a surprise.
I always wonder if you have any regret,
Couldn’t you two have made a compromise?
Why did you leave?
What did we do that was so bad?
You left us with nothing to do but grieve.
The happy holidays were now sad.
I ask myself these questions multiple times a day
I want to know why you ran away
We’re your family, we have your back
But now there’s hole that we lack.
If only I had the nerve to ask
But it seems that nobody will ever know
If I could not fail this task
Some closure would be nice so I can move on and grow.
This is inspired by the question, "what would you attempt to do if you knew you could not fail." It's also inspired by family and identity.
7 in the morning, the hardest part of the day.
The alarm has been going off for 1 hour. Without thinking, I reach for the object disturbing my peaceful slumber. My hands, rummaging through all the buttons, trying to find the one that will let me finally fall asleep again, into a deep, quiet peace. Finally, I got it. I close my eyes.
RING RING RING !!! Not a second later, it blasts its treacherous tone, the wailing noise telling me that 5 hours of sleep was enough, and in this world, there is no time to rest.
I get up from my bed, my eyes half open and stumble downstairs where I hear an audible whining noise. My dog is waiting for me, his tails wagging ever so quickly, as if I have been away for 5 years. As I approach him, he runs up to me, putting both of his front paws on my chest, using it as a balance for his normal morning stretching routine. I gently push him off, fearing he will rip my new shirt; he looks at me, his dark beady eyes assuring me that I have gotten enough sleep.
He looks so energetic. His eyes are as clear as ever, his body and tail still wiggling uncontrollably as if he is ready to jump up 5 feet into the air. He leaps back and forth, almost taunting my inability to even open both my eyes at this point. I lean down to try to pet him, but my lack of balance prevents me from doing so, and I stumble, almost falling on the ground. As I sit there, he's still acting like a 10 year old on a sugar rush, but this time I am sitting at his level. He is charging into me, trying to knock me over, instigating a fight, trying to get any little reaction out of me. But I am too tired now. I have no energy for his silly little antics. I think to myself as best I could (my sleepiness is getting to me at this point) "If only I had a fifth of the energy he had, I could conquer the world."
He doesn't acknowledge it, but he enjoys life. He enjoys me, he enjoys meeting new people, new dogs, new surroundings. Every morning he wakes up he does not dwell on any negative emotions, but instead is as happy as a puppy can be. Meanwhile, the only thought I can muster is the image of a warm bed, just 4 more hours of sleep. He lives in the now, I live in the past. He is a direct contrast to me; we are opposite in almost all of our personality traits. Yet he remains loyal. When I neglect him for 3 hours to catch up on homework, he welcomes me back,somehow able to understand my priorities.
Honestly, his loyalty to me baffles me. In many ways, I have not been a very responsible owner. Despite all the hours of sleep I have lost because of him, I felt I could have done many things better and when I look back at the 3 months I've had him, I regret many of the things I could have done differently.
Don't get me wrong. Raising a puppy is not all rainbows and sunshine, especially in the midst of senior year, but despite all the troubles and lost hours of sleep, the trust and the devotion I've been rewarded with is a more than fair trade off.
This post was inspired by many things. First of all, Stephanie H's incorporation of her pet into her post, the theme of trust and loyalty in Macbeth, and both the contrast and connection between all the characters we have been studying: Tom and Summer, Macbeth and Banquo, Siddhartha and Govinda.
But of course, at the end of the day, I’m always the witch.
I tell guys that I don’t want to be in a relationship and they say they understand. But they never do. They always want more. They always want what they can’t have.
And the irony of it is that men, rather than women, have always had that reputation. They, and not us, are the ones that are supposed to be scared of commitment.
And I guess that’s why they never take me seriously. I guess that’s the reason they think I’m lying when I say I don’t believe in love.
But should that stop me?
No, of course not.
Why can’t I just have fun? Why do things always have to get so messy? Emotions are not for me, so does that make me a bad person?
I clarify things from the start, so why do they always say that my actions contradict my words?
I held his hand because I wanted to hold his had. Simple as that.
And they say women overthink things…
I swear I try to see it from their perspective but everything is fuzzy and unclear.
When I am no longer happy I end things.
I am completely reasonable.
But of course, at the end of the day, I’m always the witch.
Inspired by (500) Days of Summer
I see her everyday,
walking down the hallway
I keep telling myself, she is so beautiful,
Why can’t I get the courage to ask to on a date?
I’m scared of regret,
I’m scared of rejection,
I’m scared of you.
You are that “1”
I finally do it,
I see now how hard it is but I realize its not
You’re so easy to talk to,
When you laugh I laugh,
When you smile I smile,
First date comes palms sweating, shaking, nervous.
I see you, you look stunning
We hug and then it begins.
The date was good, we had fun
You’re so caring
It’s been almost a year and I still have you.
You’re still the same beautiful girl
Same caring girl,
But the fire is not as hot.
The emotion not as dramatic.
I still love you,
And probably will always.
Inspired by 300 days of summer, the beginning of relationships are always the best.
Where am I? It's dark... yet warm. I feel like I'm suffocating. Why can't I breathe?
Why can I hardly move? What's this thing surrounding me? Cardboard?
I let out a scream for help. No reply. My mind is becoming foggy. There's not enough air. I'm starting to lose consciousness.
Cardboard all around me... I'm trapped.
Who am I? No... I have to get out of here. I have to escape.
There's no use pushing against the boards. They won't budge.
Feeling tired... need to act fast. Maybe I can tear through the boards.
The gashes are getting deeper. I'm slowly breaking through. What's this warm feeling running down my hands? Blood? No... I have to get out.
Dirt? It's slowly coming in. My fingers are stinging.
It's getting heavier... the dirt's piling up. I have to fight against it. I have to get out.
It's getting cooler. I can make it.
More blood. I can't feel my hands.
A breeze? There's no dirt. My hands are free. I feel the ground. I can pull myself out.
I'm getting through. It's cold. I can finally breathe. I'm out.
I have no recollection of the past. I was in a box buried in the ground... why? Where am I? Why was I in this box?
A passerby finds me. He's friendly and takes me in.
He does not know who I am or why I was trapped. I was outside a small village.
What's my name? I don't remember.
Who am I? The passerby tells me that I am whoever I choose to be.
Inspired mostly by Siddhartha's loss of identity and his many rebirths.
Son: Daddy, why are you so weird.
-Throws the ball at dad-
Dad: I can’t help it son, it’s just who I am.
-Chuckles and catches the ball easily in his bare hand-
Son: Haha! Do you remember that time you thought Scar from Lion King was a tiger. Oh, daddy. You’re so weird.
-Shakes his head and giggles a little at his dad’s mistake-
Dad: What! You, silly boy. Why do you remember that, of all things?
Son: Because you’re ridiculous.
Dad: What about you?
-Laughs lighthearted at his son and smiles genuinely -
Remember that time you asked me how your thigh was supposed to fit through the ankle portion of a skinny jean?
-Tries to keep himself from laughing as he tosses the ball back at his son, a little harder-
Son: DAD! Be nice. I get it from you, like father like son afterall.
-Snickers and smiles to himself-
And that was the last I remember before being shipped off to war.
Oh, my son. My one and only.
How I miss you so much.
Why did I have to leave you
So alone and frightened.
Without strong wings,
Without sharp talons.
Why was I pried from you.
Torn away from the one I loved most.
Your ball, I keep it.
It’s in my knapsack,
I hold it before I sleep.
It reminds me of the times we had together.
Son, oh son.
I miss you, my son.
You are so
While I fight for your safety.
It’s a cruel world, son.
How are you doing?
How is mom?
How is life without me…
I miss you both.
It’s so empty here
There are no trees.
No grass to run on, no shade to hide under.
It’s a foreign world, son.
I fear I may never be able to play ball again, my boy.
The war has only just started,
The days are l o n g
The nights without comfort are l o n g e r.
I can’t do anything anymore, son.
I’m so sorry.
I’m sorry I can’t be there anymore.
I’m sorry for leaving you.
It’s to protect you, I tell myself that.
It doesn’t ease the pain.
I’m gone from your life now son,
I will return to you my loves.
This was inspired by the love and sorrow from War; I thought it would be interesting to switch the characters.
Girl: “Hey, I miss you.”
Boy: “Hey, what’s up?”
Girl: “Nothing much, I’m beginning to feel as if we are strangers again.”
Boy: “What are you talking about?! We still talk once in a while.”
Girl: “...When is the last time you asked how I was doing?”
Boy: “Sorry, I’ve been busy.”
Girl: “It’s fine, I understand.”
Boy: “...so how are you?”
Girl: “You really want to know? Well I’ll tell you. You hurt me. You didn’t keep your word. You played with my feelings, once again. I gave you another chance because I simply didn’t want to lose you. You were supposed to prove to me that I made the right choice and prove to all the doubters that you’ve changed. Instead, you proved all of us right. I finally allowed myself to be vulnerable, but you abused it. Your sweet talks was all part of your game. Honesty, I don’t hate you. I just want you to know that you really hurt me. I had faith in you even when others told me not to trust you..I trusted you. You let me down.”
Boy: “Everything that I felt and said to you was real..at least that’s what I thought at the time.”
Girl: “Then what happened?”
Boy: “I honestly don’t even know. I mean I still care about you a lot but I just thought it would be better this way, you know?”
Girl: “No, you were never in love with me. You were just acting on your emotions.”
boy signs off.
I was inspired by Tom from 500 Days of Summer.
Herman Hesse stated in Siddhartha that life contains endless suffering which one is unable to escape unless through careful meditation on the Eight Fold Path. This concept stated in Siddhartha strongly contradicts with the idea stated in The Holy Bible, a book based on Christian believes, because writers of The Bible believe that one can escape suffering simply through faith. Faith seems like an easier task to achieve compare to The Eight Fold Path; however, the solution towards suffering as concluded by Hesse in Siddhartha will be inconceivable without faith. Faith is able to provide human beings constancy to continue the difficult meditation mentioned in the Eight Fold Path; therefore, faith obtains a greater meaning towards the resolution of human suffering than does the Eight Fold Path.
Throughout Siddhartha, Hesse displays Siddhartha’s path towards Nirvana for the purpose to persuade his readers that the Eight Fold Path is the only solution to end human suffering. As Siddhartha learned to be “in harmony with the stream of events, with the stream of life” (Hesse 111), he was able to become the “unity of all things” (Hesse 111) thus escape suffering. This “acceptance” of all events is a questionable solution because our universe functions unpredictably, and human beings are unable to anticipate their actions during dangerous or emotional circumstances. For example, under dangerous conditions such as when one is under annexation of the criminal, human tends to react with “acute stress reaction” or the “fight or flight” response which one’s mind is uncontrollable towards his or her brain’s immediate signal to protect oneself. On the other hand, emotion can also alter a human’s conscience thus one’s action is “not controllable to any reasonable extent by the virtual multiverse modeling subsystem”. (Ben Goertzel) These physiological evidences have proven that meditation can only bring inconstant escape of suffering because it is a meditation, in other words, a “thought” rather than a belief.
Faith however, is different from the practice of Eight Fold Paths; in fact, is “non-material, but nonetheless effectual”. (David Trueman) In The Bible, several writers have explained that “I [Christian] live by faith in the son of God who loved me and gave himself for me” (Galatinans 2:20) ; while Siddhartha suggested using the Eight Fold Path to reduce suffering, the Bible focuses on the Christ who is crucified because of his love towards human kinds. Living with faith to escape suffering is more effective than does living with acceptance. Since The Bible is written with a belief such that “The Lord gave and the Lord has taken away; may the name of the Lord be praised” (Job 1:21); The Bible proposed to its readers that despite the circumstances and misfortune, God has his purpose and he will provide. This encouragement in faith can actually empower human potential. David Larson, a medical school advisor, experienced over the past two decades on the power of faith towards human psychology. Many results from Larson’s experience have shown that patient’s faith can alter his or her chance to survive. For example, in a 1995 report on 232 people who underwent elective open-heart surgery, those who received no strength or comfort from religion (or faith) were more likely to die within six months of the operation. The practice of faith can create supernatural effect towards an outcome.
A quote that is often said to encourage others is “Once you replace negative thoughts with positive ones, you will start having positive results.” This quote has the same meaning as the result faith will bring. Through faith, one is more easily encouraged to break through suffering. Meditation on the Eight Fold Path can only serve as a practice to prevent the incoming suffering; however, faith can actually be rooted into one’s heart for one to “accept” the outcome of any undesirable eventwith confidence and joy thus remove human suffering.
I was inspired by Hesse's belief towards suffering and my own believe towards suffering.
I was also inspired by the philosophical baseline " The universe is too complicated to be random; there must be an order to thing "
and Shawn's post !
“……Even as the Green Berates, Army Rangers, Navy SEALS, Marine Recons, Air Force CCTs, they still call 911…… that others may live............” Yeah, that was what Erwin heard and saw on some inter-web called youtube.
“BENNNNNNN -------------------------- AHHHHHHH ”
One mortar round just hit the watermelon with a red berate on near Erwin. It was fired by a 60mm mortar at 200 yd point from a half collapsed warehouse.
It immediately make him go deaf, which also stopped him from digging down his memory line trying to find out how he ends up here fight heavy machine guns, mortars and RPGs with light auto-rifles.
The mission did not seem like a walk in park from the beginning at the first place.
A joint operation of Marine Recons and Navy SEALS went dark.
The intel was off, those intelligence guys sitting in the office didn’t think the enemies would have precision weapons against helicopters.
The chopper was shot down right at the LZ.
One pilot was down, the other was heavily injured, the two Marine aerial gunner survived.
The Recons and SEALs set up a perimeter around that crashed chopper.
The situation is getting hotter every second.
They are getting low on ammo, short on medic, and Washington rejected the request for heavy air strike by gunships.
Our best men from the best, is now fighting in foreign land surrounded by dozens of enemy personnel.
The command can still hear the gun fire from the radio contact, they won’t leave anyone behind.
Like we always do.
The do deserve the title of Elite of the US military.
But now they are in trouble, in danger.
Just like any other normal people.
They call “911”
Then that is us.
US Air Force Pararescue team.
My team had been deployed to a aircraft carrier in Persian Gulf as for the final quick reaction force in the area.
Normally, seven out of ten times, Navy, Marines would get the situation under control by themselves.
It’s their pride.
Unfortunately this time we won the bonus.
Meeting, listening to the mission, getting gears ready, loading onto the chopper; all these steps looks just like a drill on a regular training day.
But it’s different for Erwin.
This is his first mission that involving going behind enemy line providing support of an exfiltration for his fellows.
He has never shot anyone before. Ever.
All the way from the carrier to the LZ, Erwin was thinking about the mission.
His sgt just taped on his shoulder, and give him a look.
For some reason, that look seem to be all he needs. He doesn’t panic about the mission, about if he is going to die anymore.
He calmed down, checked his gears and supply for the Recons and SEALs; and then he sit tight and wait for the green light to come on.
“$^%*&%$%$*()_*………” When the chopper got to the LZ, almost immediately 3 RPGs ran to them from different directions. The command of the mission decided to drop Erwin and his tram two miles away from the objective area.
Two miles, not a long distance compare to their daily training.
It did not take them long.
Like that movie said, “when the first bullet flies through, changes you forever…”
After Erwin and his Pararescue team got to the crashed side and regrouped with the remaining of the recons and SEALs, Erwin had a closest experience with death.
As he was stepping into the hot zone, his nature deep inside of him began to show fear and uneasiness.
This is something training could not provide; it comes from experience.
It’s not like the war movies, the good guy (usually American soldiers) with infinite amount of courage, would fight to the end even under worse situation ever.
And obviously Erwin had watched plenty of war movies.
He is now wondering why he would choose this journey to be his life.
He began from his middle school, early high school years, his junior senior years, and the time when he was at the Indoctrination Course.
He recalled the time when he was fight with his mother about the choice between an office job with pararecureman.
And also the things made him choose this road, like those videos.
“……Even as the Green Berates, Army Rangers, Navy SEALS, Marine Recons, Air Force CCTs, they still call 911…… that others may live............” Yeah, that was what Erwin heard and saw on some inter-web called youtube.
“BENNNNNNN -------------------------- AHHHHHHH ”
One mortar round just hit the watermelon with a red berate on near Erwin. It was fired by a 60mm mortar at 200 yd point from a half collapsed warehouse.
It immediately make him go deaf for a moment, which also stopped him from digging down his memory line trying to find out how he ends up here fight heavy machine guns, mortars and RPGs with light auto-rifles.
There is no time for him to think.
But he understands one thing now.
Once the choice has been made, that become a past tense; there is nothing he can do about it, he cannot change that.
But he has the ability to choose what he does at the moment, and it will affect his future.
What he needs to do now is to bring those boys home, and also return home with them, safely.
Nothing else matters anymore.
He knows what he is doing, and he will do a hell out of job.
He might die on the battlefield, he might get wounded.
He saves other lives.
It has way further more meaning lying behind this.
If he could go home with those boys, he would deserve the honor to say the motto of the PJs
“That others may live!”
Inspired by one of the themes from Macbeth, the choice, the destiny; and the character of Siward and his son. Macbeth has the choice to his action, not to the past, but to the future; even with knowing what the end is going to be, the choice he makes still matters. And of course the man Siward, death could have a meaning lying behind it. His son died on the battlefield against Macbeth, he dies with honor.
“What happened? Why - why didn't we work out? “Her questions reminded me of the scene from 500 days of Summer.
She continued miserably: “I trusted him. But he didn’t do what he promised.” She was nearly crying.
We were at a restaurant. I sat in front of her, across the wooden table. I listened, and didn’t know what to react. This is the first time, ever, I seen her so depressed. So, I decided that I would just be a listener, even thought I know the answers to all these questions.
She started to recall her stories about her boyfriend: his romance, his sweet phone calls, and his promises. These memories brought her into deeper despair.
She just broke up with her boyfriend – a guy who’s far away in college and just decided to value his academic performance over everything else, including her.
Like almost every other romances, they were so good at the beginning. Then things changed or the guy changed, while she remained unchanged. That’s what hurts that most, I guess.
Then, the sad ending ruins the entire story and this part of the memory become untouchable.
I wanted to tell her that is what always happens in life and things were never the same as yesterdays’. But, I didn’t. I know that she wouldn’t listen, especially at this moment.
I wish I can tell her more, but there is something indescribable in words.
I have seen many other people who struggle over love just like her. Yes, it maybe painful but also memorable.
“Most days of the year are unremarkable. They begin and they end with no lasting memory made in between. Most days have no impact on the course of a life. (500 days of summer)” We should be grateful of what this relationship brings us and what enlightenment does this romance lead us into. Yes, there maybe a few unfinished promises, but they are perfect enough for me as long as those sweet talks were told from my loved ones, I believed it, and he meant it. That’s all it matters to me.
Although I insisted of my thoughts, I didn’t tell her that, because she will figure out her own enlightenment about love someday and that maybe different from mine.
Inspired by 500 days of summer --- views about relationships.
Quote: Tom: What happened? Why - why didn't they work out?
Summer: What always happens. Life.
Inspired by Siddhartha --- “enlightenment cannot be taught.”
“Hello everyone. I’m Mr. K and I have a proposition for you.”
He said this my first day at Crenshaw High in 1992
But I had no idea the nightmare that was about to come true.
He continued, “I have fame and fortune, but there is one thing that I lack.
And that is the belief that you freshman will stay on track.”
Whispering to my friend “We just met this guy and he’s already talkin’ smack.?”
“The drop out rate here is close to fifty percent.
Do you know what that means? Most of you won’t be able to pay rent.”
He was acting like he knew us, I was about to get up and leave
And then I heard his words that I could not believe.
“Let me guess, most of you don’t find purpose in staying at Crenshaw High
But I assure you if you just apply
What you learn in here and on the streets
You could say good-bye
To these raggedy old seats.”
I shouted out, “My older bro had a 2.9 and even graduated;
But you can catch him on the porch every night super faded.”
I remember someone yelled, “Slangin’ that hash to make some cash!”
“Your brother did not have what you now have, which is the hope to progress.
All you have to do is simply, say yes.
If you say yes and agree with me that you will attempt to be the best you can be,
You will attend any university on me.”
The class exploded, “Is this guy insane?”
“Forreal he doesn’t have a brain.”
“Aye let’s find out where he gets his cocaine.”
Then my teacher jumped in, “Everyone be quiet and let the man explain.”
“I will pay for your college under one condition:
You show me your knowledge, or rather your cognition
Of every standard you encounter here at Crenshaw in hopes to transition
Into a world of new ambition.”
“How do we know that you’re going to hold up your end of the deal?
I don’t mean to be a skeptic but this seams unreal.”
“Believe it or not when I was in high school I sat in that very same chair.
And despite the cornrows in my hair, these hallways were four rough years of near despair.
It doesn’t always make sense to me, life doesn’t seem fair
That I went here but now I’m almost a billionaire.
Someone was watching out for me and now I'm going to do the same – it’s the reason that I came.
But as I wish you all my success and fame,
Be aware that I won’t give you what you don’t earn.
If you're going down the wrong path I strongly suggest you to turn
As it may be the biggest concern
In regards to how your lives unfold.
The minimum GPA you must uphold is a simple, un-weighted 3.5.
This is the least at which you must strive
To achieve. But to do so you must truly believe
In yourselves and in each other.
It’s time for me to go but I pray that you remember me and remember my allegation
Although I won’t see you again until your graduation.”
His promise hit home with many of us, or so it seemed.
It turns out I was about the only one who actually dreamed
Of a world beyond this desolate wasteland.
I had persevered through the pessimistic statistics of my success
And struggled to suppress
The constant temptation
Of my environment’s poisonous foundation.
I learned to stand on my own two feet without having to cheat.
For the first time I felt complete.
I studied hard and earned a 4.0, top of my class.
You could say those rough four years I really kicked some ass.
Sounds like a dream, sounds like I made it.
You don’t know how much it hurt when I realized I would be unaided.
Mr. K sent me a letter reading,
“I apologize for being misleading.
I know you have been working hard and where others fall you continue succeeding.
I lied to you on your first day at Crenshaw High and the truth is way overdue,
But I have one last question for you.
If you could redo these last four years of your life, would you?”
I am who I am today is because of Mr. K’s lie.
I’ve achieved so much at times I swear I thought I could fly,
But since I read the letter I’ve wanted to die.
And while this feeling will hopefully subside
There is still one thing on which I cannot decide.
Considering who I am today, do I thank Mr. K?
If your actions have positive consequences, the ends justify your means.
With positive intentions and positive consequences the ends justify your means.
“The wait turned into hours
Before you came my way
The smile that filled a daddy's heart
On the special day
The moment left me speechless
I didn't know what to say
Then you took your first breath
That took mine away”
Laying on her bed, eyes looking to the sky.
Kenny Rogger’s words flowing through the air;
Singing along to every word that plays.
Lost in a trance broken by the sound of a ringing phone.
Slipping through the speaker is a familiar voice;
The voice of her best friend,
The voice of her hero,
The voice of her daddy.
Hearing his voice always brightens her day,
But she can tell this call is not like the rest.
“Can we work it out?
Can we be a family?
I promise I'll be better
Daddy, please don't leave
Daddy please stop yelling”
No happy greeting, just a troublesome tone.
He asks her a question that changes everything
Receiving an answer deemed unacceptable,
Angry cries fly past his lips.
Screams of rage fill the once peaceful air;
“YOU’RE LYING TO ME. STOP OR ELSE.”
She pleads like no other;
“Daddy please listen to my words.”
Hate fills his heart, traveling to his lips;
From his lips to her ears,
From her ears to her heart,
From her heart to her soul.
Never will she be the same.
“I dream of another you the one who would never, never
Leave me alone to pick up the pieces
Daddy to hold me, that’s what I needed.
So why’d you have to go
Why’d you have to go
Why’d you have to go”
Falling victim to this newborn loss;
Tears crawl down her face pale white face,
While her body is trembling with no stop in sight.
She backs away from the phone, but his voice echoes in her head.
She flees under the covers trying to hide from it all.
Innocence snatched by his piercing words.
No escape from what he had just expressed;
Don’t ever come back,
Destined for failure,
I don’t want you anymore.”
His words turning into knives,
Begin to rip her apart piece by broken piece.
“Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real
There's something inside me
that pulls beneath the surface”
The passing time moves slower by the hour:
Days, weeks, months.
Alone and motionless as music plays in her ears.
Escape is all she asks for, all she prays for.
The pain is becoming too hard to fight,
Scars start to appear one by one.
What’s done will never be undone.
She is searching for the pieces one at a time,
While no one understands why she is the way that she is.
Masking the hollowness by smiles and laughter,
Building up a tough exterior not allowing anyone to pass.
She is unsure of what the future will hold,
Only one thing remaining certain,
She will never be the same..
“I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing
With a broken heart that's still beating
In the pain, there is healing
In your name I find meaning
So I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on
I'm barely holdin' on to you”
My inspiration for this story of loss came from two main pieces; Siddhartha: Siddhartha’s farther loosing his son forever, War: The families loosing many of their sons to the war.
Goose bumps. That was pretty serious. I was sitting in 5th period, honestly a bit bored, scrolling through the blog. Yours was the last one. I got goose bumps while I read it. I like how you used song lyrics in between your situation to give the reader(s) a bit of a break. Which songs were those?
I'm glad you liked it
The first song is Handprints on the wall by Kenny Rogers,
followed by Family Portrait by Pink, Confessions of a broken hear by Lindsay Lohan, Crawling by Linkin Park and lastly is Broken by Lifehouse which is a personal favorite of mine.
Banquo: "Sire......my lord?"
(Duncan awoke from his thoughts)
Duncan: "I'm sorry Banquo, please continue with your report."
Banquo: "Thank you sir. My men claim to be hearing rumors and whispers of rebellion against you...if these reports are true then we may be dealing with quite a crisis and..."
(Duncan cuts him off)
Duncan: "Fear not Banquo for we shall be safe. I have steered our land from crisis before and I shall continue to do so till the day I die. If someone wishes to question my rule and are to cowardly to do so publicly than they have no chance at any actual fight.....though I do not blame them for not protesting publicly, that would threaten their entire bloodline."
Banquo: "But sir...."
Duncan: "That's enough Banquo!"
Banquo: "Yes sir...."
Duncan: "Well if you have nothing substantial or important to share with me than this meeting is over. Please check in on Macbeth would you? I hear he was in an argument with his wife the other day."
Banquo: Yes sir. Good day King Duncan."
(Walking with Macbeth down the corridors of the castle)
Banquo: "How are you my good friend?"
Macbeth: "What do mean? Do I seem troubled?"
Banquo: " No, no mighty Macbeth. The King has tod me to check on you as he heard you arguing with your wife the other day."
Macbeth: "Oh, that was just a small squabble, nothing to be conscerned with."
Banquo: "Ah ok.....tell me Macbeth, have you heard anything on a rebellion against the King?"
Macbeth: "Heard anything? No...but I have noticed a very tense feeling when I walk amongst the townspeople."
Banquo: "Anything strange in particular?"
Macbeth: "Now that I think about it yes....I've noticed quite a few of the men tend to disappear and then reappear a few days later."
Banquo: "Do you not find that strange?"
Macbeth: "Not quite, no."
Banquo: "Macbeth...I fear we may have a real rebellion on our hands......a squad of our men went scouting into the woods a couple days ago and they never reported, we've found bodies but all of them have been stripped of weapons and armor..King Duncan refuses to recognize the valididty of this evidence. We must stay prepared for war...I suggest you continue training your men and tell them to stay wary when on patrols."
Macbeth: "Very well, I trust you Banquo....I shall keep my ears open for anything."
(a month passes with many other situations similar to the one in the woods earlier)
Duncan: "This is unacceptable!!!! How is it that 10 weapons carts just disappear?"
Banquo: "Sir, we can ignore this no longer; there is clear evidence of a rebellion here."
Duncan: "I agree with you...I'm sorry for not noticing sooner. But i feel that there may be something else going on here...theres no way that simple townspeople could have known the route and times that those patrols and weapons would have taken....no, I fear that we may have a traitor amongst our nobility....though I cant figure out who it is...."
Macbeth: "A traitor you say? Someone find me this man so I may grind him into dust and scrape them as excrament from my boots!"
Banquo: "We will know eventually my brave friend, but for now we need to plan and be ready for when the rebellion actually happens.....I fear it will be sooner than we think."
Duncan: "I agree, to much time has been wasted we must..."
(a guard bursts throught he door frantic)
Guard: "Sir! Sir!"
(Macbeth jumps up in a rage)
Macbeth: "What has you so frightened that you burst in on the King unannounced?"
Guard:"A watchmen has just reported an army massing off to the east"
Duncan: "Is it the Scottish?"
Guard: "No your majesty....it seems like they are our own.....they simply massed from within it seems."
Duncan: "I fear we've run out of time to plan for the rebellion is already upon us. Quickly, Macbeth with haste go ready your men and meet me on the east side of the castle. There will be no debating with them...only death for their betrayal. Banquo you get your men and prepare a ready defense in case they break through."
Macbeth and Banquo: "Yes sir!"
Duncan: "May God help us all...."
(The book picks up around here)
“There are only two types of people in this world, men and women.”
"Success is the ability to go from one failure to another with no loss of enthusiasm." - Winston Churchill
“Yellow lights are where men are made.”
“An arranged marriage is like heating up cold soup … Our conventional marriage on the other hand …”
“Patience is only a virtue if you know what a virtue is.”
This is a story of boy meets girl.
The boy, Tom Hansen, is a rather interesting fellow. He grew up believing two things.
1. Yellow lights are where men are made
2. He’d be happy until the day he met the one.
These beliefs stemmed from an early exposure to the British car show, Top Gear and far too much of his perpetually single, rum soaked uncle.
The girl, Summer Finn did not share the latter of these beliefs.
Since the disintegration of her parents’ marriage, she’d only pursued one thing.
Her soul mate
Tom meets Summer on January 1st. He knows almost immediately, that he’s screwed.
This is a story of boy meets girl; however, you should know this is not a love story.
Oh Summer Finn
Of Shinnecock, Michigan
You remain the bane of my existence
You maintain such an influence
On my life
And on my mind
It’s why I wrote this silly rhyme
Oh Tom Hansen
Of the land of my dreams
You make me want to scream
1:19:00 the beginning of the greatest scene of the movie
Inspired by Siddhartha
It's All About You
When we were doing the Macbeth Philosophical Baseline arguments outdoors, we missed something important. We suddenly were so hateful to each other, and we were so concern about the security of our opinion that we did not even care about the identity of the people we were arguing with. That's why it felt bad.
Specifically inspired by Siddhartha's emphasis on the inside. Generally inspired by anything that was ever talked about in class.
The door was locked. It was a good thing, too, because otherwise Clare was sure that she would open it and jump out.
“It’s not child-locked!” she thought deviously, her eyes flicking wildly from left to right. Her hand moved an inch –but no.
She slumped back into the seat ,closing her eyes. This was ridiculous. For God’s sake, she was 18 years old. It was time for her to leave. Wasn’t she supposed to feel liberated? No more curfews, no more chores, no more restrictions! Hadn’t she been waiting the last 17 years of her life for this very moment?
Opening her eyes, Clare turned her gaze outside. Her childhood blew past her in intermittent flashes as the car winded along the main road out of town.
The swing set at the park, where she had had her first kiss.
The tree house in the backyard of the Morris’ house, where she’d had the longest, most sleep-deprived sleepovers with her best friend Anna.
The soccer field, where just last year her team had won conference for the first time in school history. She could feel her heart hammering, her legs aching in the last minutes of the game. Clare shivered, remembering the rain that had poured relentlessly. It was her and the goalie—a penalty shot.The one that would decide the game. She smiled, the deafening roar of victory echoing in her ears, the screams of triumph from her hometown.
So many memories. Voices from the past shrieked into her ear, all clamoring to be heard above the others.
Clare felt helpless. It was as if her entire childhood was rushing past her. She wanted to reach out and grab onto something, hold on and never let go. But she was trapped, and all she could do was watch as the city passed away in a blur.
Her heart leapt into her throat and she frantically clutched the door handles. “Let me out!” she croaked, realizing that she was not yet ready to leave. Her mom turned around in her seat and looked at Clare sadly.
“Honey,” her mom whispered softly, and Clare abruptly released her grip on the handle.
It was too late now, anyways. They had arrived at the terminal, and her dad was pulling the car towards the gate. When he turned off the engine, Clare remained in her seat. There was so much she wanted to say, but it only rendered her speechless. Her parents were waiting outside the car, her luggage, already removed from the trunk, next to them.
The door clicked. Air rushed in, enveloping her. The noise and bustle of the airport sent her spiraling back into reality. There was no turning back. Climbing out, Clare took the handle of her suitcase from her mother’s hand.
Around them, people rushed to and fro. Women in smart business suits clutched their Blackberries to their ears, speaking animatedly. Families huddled together, the mothers unsuccessfully attempting to control their overactive children. But Clare did not notice. Her senses numbed, Clare had the sudden feeling that the world around her had stopped. And there was only this moment.
“Well,” she finally spoke, “Thank you.”
Her parents smiled at her. “Have a safe trip,” her father offered.
Clare was grateful for this. She didn’t think the word “goodbye” could leave her lips, did not warrant her capable of uttering so final a word. “Thank you,” she choked out in reply. Even though they were silent, Clare could hear everything left unspoken. They were words that clogged the air, as tangible as the sweater she was wearing.
“We are so proud of you,” their eyes said. Clare hugged them both in turn, thanked them once more, then took one step forward. Then another. Then she began a brisk walk, afraid that if she did not, she would turn around and run back into the car, refusing to leave.
Suddenly, she stopped and spun around. Her parents were no longer watching her. Their small figures in the distance were hunched and tired, her father holding her mother in his arms. Clare took a snapshot of their embrace with her mind. “They will be ok,” she thought, “they will have each other. They did their part. Now it’s my turn.”
Resolutely, she spun around for the final time, eyes trained on the Jetblue logo in front of her, her feet guiding her in the same direction. This time, Clare didn’t look back.
Inspired by Siddhartha leaving his parents. Made me think about what it'll be like when I leave. I don't think I could leave quite as cleanly as my character does, but I didn't want to leave it so messy. I'd know that there would be things unsaid, like what happens.
Sorry for the delay, Mr. Feraco. I only just received my power a few days ago, but here it (finally) is!
Here’s a picture of us, the day we went to the fair. We won a goldfish together.
And here’s the one of us skating in Monrovia.
And this one-
We were bobbing for apples that day.
You showed me how to catch one with my braces on.
I love that one.
It was the Fourth of July, and my first time seeing the fireworks.
Everything was so beautiful, so new.
Each “pop” in the sky sent a flurry of sparks
that made you feel all tingly inside.
We laughed until we cried,
And danced when the radio played “Footloose.”
And for that rare moment,
time seemed to stop.
That one is great! The snow was so white, and it was so cold!
But we didn’t care
We saw snow for the first time, and that was all that mattered.
We even made a baby Frosty,
Minus the scarf and carrot nose.
That one was taken on my birthday.
It was the middle of January, but Mom wanted us to go to the beach as a family, since Baba was home.
You helped me learn to walk against the pull of the waves, collect seashells, and climb rocks.
You made me feel loved. You were queen.
These photos, these memories
They’re like vinegar in my mouth,
swishing and swaying, never leaving.
Don’t you remember them that way?
Of course you don’t, because he doesn’t.
He doesn’t want you to.
He wants you to see us as the enemy.
He persuaded you, brainwashed you to think that way.
But you’re too blind to see
the hurt, the sorrow, the grief,
and the scars that still exist,
After four long years.
The ones we bear
With every phone call,
And every package.
Did these memories exist the way I thought them to?
Or were they lies,
Twisted and embellished so you could gain my trust
And make me vulnerable?
I’ll never truly know.
Lies are hard to get over.
Betrayal is something more.
Macbeth was written in the perspective of a few select men (Macbeth, namely, and a few other men of noble blood), but, as wonderful as the play is, I couldn’t help but ponder how Macbeth’s victims (or anyone under his reign, for that matter) would react if they saw the Macbeth that Shakespeare’s audiences do, or what they would say. I wondered what they would feel if Macbeth’s story, his actions and intentions, were revealed to those that he killed, to those that he governed.
These feelings are embodied in one of my personal experiences, dealing with my own Macbeth and Lady Macbeth (though the genders may have been switched). Though the circumstances are different, each deals with deceit, and the dangers/consequences of trusting others.
The Girl Who Lost Everything (Even Her Name)
Once upon a time, in a mansion black and white,
With proud, spotless pillars that stretched to quite a height,
There were countless, vacant windows no eyes peeked through,
Of mournful, pointed spires, there were only two,
‘Twas a trim, tidy home, that is certainly true,
Pretty too—when the roses were covered with dew,
But the house was too cold—oh yes, frigid as stone,
When you walked through its great doors, you felt quite alone.
In this house with no color, there lived a young girl,
On her marbled cheeks, two pink poppies did unfurl,
Her thick, horse-mane hair was as black and bleak as coal,
Peering down her eyes was like falling through a hole,
Her little hands were soft, for she had naught to hold,
Her voice was hushed with countless stories yet untold,
The small, weakest hands could snap in half her thin frame,
‘Twas the girl who lost everything, even her name.
O, her bright yellow bonnet, bought only last week,
Her pink little gown that needed just a slight tweak,
Her velvet teddy bear with its bright button eyes,
The round, stubby goldfish she won as her first prize,
The green, beaded bracelet, and the new silver pin,
Her ten, brave little soldiers of the finest tin,
Every last thing slipped from her limp, desperate grasp,
Her somber chest ached with want of something to clasp.
She lost her parents, though they lived in the same house,
No soft tender hands tidied her white little blouse,
Friends, she could keep for perhaps three weeks, but no more,
Her, they quickly forgot, though she of them adore,
Day after day, her light steps dragged silently home,
Her life was no more than a missing, dusty tome,
Since everything hers would surely one day depart,
Everything gone! One day, she lost even her heart.
O! He was a boy of such great color and light,
She could scarcely glace at him for he was too bright,
His eyes, his laugh, his smile—o, how quickly she fell,
And how the sound of his singing made her heart swell!
She blindly reached to him—how reckless was her clutch,
For she knew what would happen when she loved too much,
She guessed—she foretold! that he from her would soon part,
Carrying all the while her pitiful heart.
O! The poor girl! Who minded not objects she lost,
For what use were cold, bloodless things covered with frost?
‘Twas the warm things—family, love—that she hurt to lose,
With pearls falling from her eyes, she sat down to muse,
“Why can I never keep anything by my side?
Future, hopes, dreams—all gone, no matter how I tried.”
Then, she paused, a small smile upon her pale face,
‘Twas a hollow smile—one full of empty space,
“But wait,” murmured she, “One thing, I have left to lose,”
She closed her eyes and disappeared, even her shoes,
Leaving behind her tale in an empty bookshelf,
‘Twas the girl who lost everything, even herself.
Inspired by the hidden evil of mankind and the natural self-destruction of man, embodied by the tragic hero of Macbeth.
(Yes, I know I'm not in the class. Just thought I'd share in the fun, hoho.)
Identify what you most feel like doing and do it!
Y: But why?
X: I don't feel like doing anything.
Y: You have poured your heart and soul into becoming the best you could become.
X: Or have I? All thought has stopped. It's like a blank page.
Y: But you told them, right?
X: No. And No again. I'm lying to you, to everyone else.
Y: What? Lying? You're one of the most honest people I know.
X: What makes you believe that? That one day, I poured my heart out in front of you. That wasn't me. I don't feel bad anymore.
Y: That man has been there for you for four years. And you’re going to turn your back on him? All because you don't feel bad anymore?
X: No. I do feel bad. But wait, I don't.
Y: Get your head together.
X: It's just too much work...
Y: It's not. You can handle it. You're supposed to be the one who is prepared. The one who can handle it.
X: That's what him and the rest of the world thinks. I'm not like that. It's all a fake.
Y: Then why try anymore at anything? Maybe it's time to go. Maybe your time is better spent six feet under...
X: What? But I love this, I love my friends, I love doing what I want, when I want.
Y: A life is not important except in the impact it has on other lives."-Jackie Robinson
X: But all I've ever talked about is being selfish. Doing things for people because it gives me satisfaction. It's who I am. I am alone. "Loneliness is underrated"-500 Days of Summer.
Y: So you've just been betraying this man's trust? Using him until you no longer need him? Taking advantage of his kindness? Brushing off his advice? How can you live with yourself?
X: I don't know... I feel bad for him, truly. I should get what I deserve. And maybe I will... Of course I don’t want to.
Y: So you think that’s fair? Are you special? It’s not some game where you can turn in the towel early and come back later. It’s life.
X: I made a bad decision, he helped me make it, I can’t handle it, it isn’t fair, why should I have to pay for it, I wish I didn’t do it, I wish I just quit on the spot, I wish I didn’t have to make up for it…
Y: You made that decision after all. He just told you what you wanted to hear. You can’t have everything. You can’t always do two things at once. Something has to give. And it did. It just wasn’t what you wanted.
X: It was working out… Maybe I did bite off more than I could chew… I don’t want to make up for my mistakes, though.
Y: Too bad, you did it. Now you must do what has to be done. No matter how long it takes.
X: But will it really be worth it in the end? What if what happens isn’t what I want? It could affect the rest of my life. Why do so much work for an uncertain fate?
Y: You don’t think that. You never thought that. You thought things would always play out for you… This is fear talking. You owe him this much. After all of the breaks he’s given you.
X: I’m not the person he thought I was. I projected this false image of the perfect person. Who am I to say I’m perfect? The blank page is filled now. Not with indifference and arrogance, but with conviction and humility. To him, I’m sorry you had to endure this, but it wasn’t me. Or was it? Well. I guess I have to do it. No matter what happens. Here goes.
Inspired by Macbeth’s inner torture. Betrayal and trust. Regret. The decisions he makes, and the things he has to make up for.
There I was standing in the middle of a fork in the road.
There were people rushing to their jobs and scurrying into stores.
There is so much to do but so little time.
Whether I follow the crowd or just simply stay put.
Watching everything speed by so quickly.
Time flies by so fast that everything seems to go by in the snap of your fingers.
What do you do when you realize you are no longer a kid.
Choosing between good and bad.
What will happen if you choose this besides that.
Will you live in regret?
Will you be happy with the choices you've made?
Will you wish that you had done something else?
There are things that need to be done now that you are older.
These are just some of the few things that need to be conquered or achieved.
What are you going to choose to accomplish and not accomplish?
Now that it things are coming to that point you need to make some decisions.
Decisions that will be hard to make but must be done.
Will you be able to choose between one or another.
Will you be able to leave something else behind and be able to move forward.
These questions start to rise as we tend to get older and wiser.
Things will get more difficult but will we be ready for the future?
I hope then when I come to this point in my life I will be able to make decisions and answer all of these questions. If not I hope that I can at least answer some of them. Another thing is I hope to never live in regret and know that at one point that was the decision I made and that was what I wanted.
This was inspired to write from 500 days of summer and how both of them need to decide what they want in life and if they will be able to move forward from both of their situations.
Each person standing in anticipation
Impatiently waiting, tippy toeing to see over each other’s shoulders
Almost as if a celebrity was going to appear
People with signs and posters
Family who have been separated for who knows how long
As people walked out into the crowd group by group
They also were eager to be met
And when they finally see each other laughter explodes, they rush over to each other, ecstatic
They exchange hugs and good remarks
This place not only is a place for business, but also an amazing place of reunion
Inspired by Gate C22
I was amazed at the happy family’s meeting each other, I caught myself staring at them just the way it was described in Gate C22
Eyes closed, hands shaking.
I hear something in the distance.
Sounds like laughter, and joyous screams.
Is so cold, I place my hands on the floor.
The floor is wet, it burns.
I open my eyes and there is a blinding light.
I look around me; all I see is white surrounding me.
I stand up and every time I took a step I heard a crunching sound beneath my feet.
I was in the mountains; the snow was so cold that it stings my hands once I touched it.
“Why is it so cold?” I thought, “Where am I? Where is everybody?”
Walking along side some trees in silence, eventually I see people….I get closer and I see a child. I don’t recognize the child but she looks up at me, she looks confused.
I try to call her but she continues to look at me confused, then she smiles. I smile back and she starts walking towards me, I ask “Where am I?” she continues to smile and then calls her sister over. She points in my direction and they both smile, confused I turn around and see a deer.
I ask them both again where I was and were I could find a phone but they just turn around and walk away. I call out again for them but they do not turn.
I find some one else along the trees and I call out for there help as well but I’m ignored yet again.
I keep walking and I see a group of people, a family walking toward a hill with sleds. Thinking “I guess they are going to slide down the hill, may be they can help me.”
As I get closer I recognize the little boy; it’s my cousin Johnny. I then see that is my cousins Nena, Betito, Daisy, and etc. “That’s MY family” I say to myself.
Relived and filled with joy, I stumble across the snow trying to run to them screaming, yelling, waving my hands trying to get they’re attention.
No one turns except for my boyfriend Fili, he smiles and yells out “Hurry up! Let’s go up the hill.” Happy with the biggest smile I run to him. I finally found them I can be secure no longer lost.
As I am running I see a shadow behind me, I turn and I see myself.
She runs into his arms and gives him a kiss and walks on hand in hand……..
thinking “What just happened?!?” I keep looking and looking at my family, my boyfriend. They interact with “me” but that’s not me that can’t be possible I’m right here. How can that be possible? That is not me someone is just pretending to be me.
I run out to them grab Fili by his arm and start screaming at him…he doesn’t react, he doesn’t do anything, he didn’t even move. My hand went right through him.
What is going on?!? I scream at Fili, he doesn’t even notice me; it’s as if he can’t hear me or see me. I feel so helpless. “Why can he hear me? Why can’t he feel me or see me?” I cry out.
Sudden flash of light.
I shield my eyes.
I open them again; I’m no longer in the snow.
I’m at a fair….it looks familiar I’m at Pasadena’s church “Sacred Heart” They are holding the fair how they do every year.
I see my abuelito he is walking the band play. I see Fili again walking with girl, I can’t see who it is but they get closer and the girl is me.
“What is going on? Am I in a dream? Why can’t no one see or hear me? Why do I keep seeing myself but know that it isn’t me.”
At this point crying I just don’t know what to do.
I feel so cold and alone. Why am I seeing the only one I truly love but am not able to touch feel or communicate with?
The flash happens again….boom I’m in a different place, I see Fili with the “other me”.
Boom again same thing….Boom, Boom, Boom.
Flashes of light occur and the same thing happens, its Fili, and “me”
I end up in places that I have been before with him. I just see the happy memories that we use to have. But I think now that things aren’t the same. I’m not as happy as I use to be, and he isn’t either. We have more bad days then good, but why is it that we are still together?
Yes I love him, but I start to see all those moments that was most painful to me, and him. “How can we go on like this?” How is it that I’m still able to smile at people and go on with my day when I truly feel miserable inside?
I’m all alone; numb, unable to feel anything but pain. I realized something………
I’m just living off memories.
-Inspired by “The Futile Pursuit of Happiness”, Ka Kei N. and Jasmine F.'s blog entry.
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