Those I thought would stay, didn't
Feminism is not a bad word
Pour Tyler:
You were my unexpected best friend
Pour Alayna:
It isn't easy but push through
Pour Corey:
You are the sun and Galaxy
Sunday, October 9, 2016
Six Word Memoirs
Moi:
Those I thought would stay, didn't
Feminism is not a bad word
Pour Tyler:
You were my unexpected best friend
Pour Alayna:
It isn't easy but push through
Pour Corey:
You are the sun and Galaxy
Those I thought would stay, didn't
Feminism is not a bad word
Pour Tyler:
You were my unexpected best friend
Pour Alayna:
It isn't easy but push through
Pour Corey:
You are the sun and Galaxy
Friday, October 7, 2016
Writers as Readers
I love to curl up with feather blankets, next to candles on rainy days and plunge into heart capturing book.
I found that my writing style is very much like Nathaniel Hawthorne's, although I do like to try and incorporate some of John Green': style as well. For poetry, I try to imitate certain aspects of Rupi Kaur's style sometimes, depending on the subject of my poem.
No matter if it was the very first book I read, the Dr. Seuss biography is one of the first books I read, and definitely my favorite.
My favorite series are:
Harry Potter (of course) - everything about this series engulfed my heart in a pit of bliss and love; it allowed me escape into a fantasy that was much better than my reality, providing me with relief from all the emotional burdens.
Percy Jackson, all series - I found a bit of myself in each character, plus it is about mythology and my fascination with that made all of Rick R's book a heaven for me.
My favorite books are:
If I Stay - it is so beautifully heartbreaking with human emotion and connections, something I can't always relate to, therefore it gives me an ideal life I wish I had sometimes.
Looking for Alaska
Milk and Honey
My goal ever since I was little has been to write a book before I finish school. Recently I've been curious about publishing a book of poetry. I'm considering the possibility of doing so.
I found that my writing style is very much like Nathaniel Hawthorne's, although I do like to try and incorporate some of John Green': style as well. For poetry, I try to imitate certain aspects of Rupi Kaur's style sometimes, depending on the subject of my poem.
No matter if it was the very first book I read, the Dr. Seuss biography is one of the first books I read, and definitely my favorite.
My favorite series are:
Harry Potter (of course) - everything about this series engulfed my heart in a pit of bliss and love; it allowed me escape into a fantasy that was much better than my reality, providing me with relief from all the emotional burdens.
Percy Jackson, all series - I found a bit of myself in each character, plus it is about mythology and my fascination with that made all of Rick R's book a heaven for me.
My favorite books are:
If I Stay - it is so beautifully heartbreaking with human emotion and connections, something I can't always relate to, therefore it gives me an ideal life I wish I had sometimes.
Looking for Alaska
Milk and Honey
My goal ever since I was little has been to write a book before I finish school. Recently I've been curious about publishing a book of poetry. I'm considering the possibility of doing so.
Color Walk Poem
My freshman year,
I learned how to drive,
On rainy mornings
Or snowy afternoons.
My driving instructor once lead me on a winding path,
Filled with colorful leaves and bare trees.
An apple orchard called my name
And I promised I would come back.
He told me, "No one knows how to get here but me."
I've spent years searching for his apple orchard,
I have yet to find it.
Color Collage Poem
Fall leaves rain down outside the window as ravioli bakes in the oven.
Gnocchi and homemade cookies are presented in pretty platters
with subtle fall love marks hidden underneath the delicious Italian heritage.
The marvel counter tops display hand crafted pies
along side burning candles.
Rain drops come together in sing and dance upon the window,
looking out on one side of the barely tainted green hidden beneath
color swatches of orange and red shaped like leaves.
On the other side of the glass
lies a feast of love and culture,
prestine and perfect.
Low tunes reeking of October and November vibes
plays softly as the soup on the stove begins to fill the house with
savory, mouth watering smell.
Light indications of children playing upstairs completes the rainy afternoon.
Gnocchi and homemade cookies are presented in pretty platters
with subtle fall love marks hidden underneath the delicious Italian heritage.
The marvel counter tops display hand crafted pies
along side burning candles.
Rain drops come together in sing and dance upon the window,
looking out on one side of the barely tainted green hidden beneath
color swatches of orange and red shaped like leaves.
On the other side of the glass
lies a feast of love and culture,
prestine and perfect.
Low tunes reeking of October and November vibes
plays softly as the soup on the stove begins to fill the house with
savory, mouth watering smell.
Light indications of children playing upstairs completes the rainy afternoon.
Dream Threads
After searching long and hard, I've decided my purpose in life is to help the people nobody wants to help or be around.
My mother always exclaims how I used to watch Toy Story everyday with a smile on her lips and the light of love in her eyes. Perhaps that's why Buzz Lightyear's "Reach for the stars!" phrase echos in the head every time I receive my grades or think about college.
I've found passion for many different subjects, and that combination has led me to formulate widely exuberant dreams. I know it'll be a rough road, and it may not work out, but if I give up how will I ever know if I could've made it.
Thursday, October 6, 2016
Newspaper Posts
Nation Left Dazed and Desperate
Please tell me
Explain to me why
You think I am less than you
For having different body parts
This nation is in an epidemic,
Filled with shots fired
And dehumanizations tactics lucking
Across textbook pages and
Hidden in hallways
I'll never understand
How people can believe that
The gender that produces life
Could ever be less than a sex organ
In which is only good for
Somewhat decent sex and providing the "Y" gene.
Excuse me if I don't discover the fascination with
Something like that.
Memorable Posts
“Just like that. From a hundred miles an hour to asleep in a nanosecond. I wanted so badly to lie down next to her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together, in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.”
– John Green, Looking for Alaska
The first time I ever read this quote was on tumblr in middle school. It was probably during seventh grade, the hardest year. Although the knowledge of where it originated from I did not possess, it became sown into the vessels of my heart.
Once I actually read John Green’s book, I fell madly in love with it. It made me want to ditch my life in the middle of no-where and move into a boarding school. In reality, life in such place is unlike its portrayal in the book, but this was one of the beginnings that lead to me imagining another world. A world where the grass was brilliant green with cute suburban houses in a lovely neighborhood that had lawn mower races and barbecues.
I like to think that there will be a time where I’ll actually immense myself in that conception. While I don’t believe in any particular religion, or entire concept of religion in general, I do believe that after we leave the dimension that contains us now, we might actually be able to fulfill the immaculate scenarios that we’ve dreamed of. That is what gives me comfort at night, but also sends my mind spiraling into unimaginable depths of wonder.
Maybe this entire life is just one part of it.
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