Thursday, October 30, 2008
HALLOWEEN
BOOOO! Oh the joys of Hallows Eve... trick or treating, costumes, the sorting, the staying up 'late'. Hmm how I miss those days! Now, I have to dress in a cute costume, go to a party, actually stay up late, and i get absolutely no candy. How stupid is that?! I just really would love to be little again and dress up as a witch! I do love Halloween though, and thanksgiving, and Christmas! only 4 weeks away till the holidays start! I can't wait for the Christmas music and fun festive baking... and TWILIGHT to come out!!! As you can see I'm a little scatter brained today but oh well! happy Halloween!
Monday, October 13, 2008
metaphor poem
My prison
The bars between us,
the shackles to my ankles holding me back,
my willingness to break the rules for you,
the torture I feel in my cold cell with you sleeping far far away,
what I do not know will hurt me with wonder,
what I can not tell you will kill me with suppression,
the cement wall between will never be breached
but only dreamt about in far away fantasies,
Sleepless nights surround me with endless cycles of nothingness,
nothingness may carry hope but will only last until the final ring of the awakening,
the torture coincides with the routines of my fate toward death,
my knowledge of where I am to report at every moment is without my love,
without my soul, without my destiny, my freedom, my love
I do wish to be free from the constraints and hold you once more without threat.
Second draft: Free me my love
The bars between us,
the shackles to my ankles holding me back,
my knowledge of where I am to report at every moment is without my love,
without my soul, without my destiny, my freedom, my love
my willingness to break the rules for you,
the torture I feel in my cold cell with you sleeping far far away,
what I do not know will hurt me with wonder,
what I cannot tell you will kill me with suppression,
the cement wall between us will never be breached
but only dreamt about in far away fantasies,
Sleepless nights surround me with endless cycles of nothingness,
nothingness may carry hope but will only last until the final ring of the awakening,
the torture coincides with the routines of my fate toward death,
I do wish to be free from those constraints,
Hold you once more without threat,
So free me you foul, who hold the power I wish you leave behind,
Free me or leave me for my heart will not sit in a cell till death.
The bars between us,
the shackles to my ankles holding me back,
my willingness to break the rules for you,
the torture I feel in my cold cell with you sleeping far far away,
what I do not know will hurt me with wonder,
what I can not tell you will kill me with suppression,
the cement wall between will never be breached
but only dreamt about in far away fantasies,
Sleepless nights surround me with endless cycles of nothingness,
nothingness may carry hope but will only last until the final ring of the awakening,
the torture coincides with the routines of my fate toward death,
my knowledge of where I am to report at every moment is without my love,
without my soul, without my destiny, my freedom, my love
I do wish to be free from the constraints and hold you once more without threat.
Second draft: Free me my love
The bars between us,
the shackles to my ankles holding me back,
my knowledge of where I am to report at every moment is without my love,
without my soul, without my destiny, my freedom, my love
my willingness to break the rules for you,
the torture I feel in my cold cell with you sleeping far far away,
what I do not know will hurt me with wonder,
what I cannot tell you will kill me with suppression,
the cement wall between us will never be breached
but only dreamt about in far away fantasies,
Sleepless nights surround me with endless cycles of nothingness,
nothingness may carry hope but will only last until the final ring of the awakening,
the torture coincides with the routines of my fate toward death,
I do wish to be free from those constraints,
Hold you once more without threat,
So free me you foul, who hold the power I wish you leave behind,
Free me or leave me for my heart will not sit in a cell till death.
words
Rhythm: movement or procedure with uniform or patterned recurrence of a beat, accent, or the like.
Rhyme scheme: the pattern of rhymes used in a poem, usually marked by letters to symbolize correspondences, as rhyme royal, ababbcc.
Alliteration: the commencement of two or more stressed syllables of a word group either with the same consonant sound or sound group (consonantal alliteration), as in from stem to stern, or with a vowel sound that may differ from syllable to syllable (vocalic alliteration), as in each to all.
Anaphora: Also called epanaphora. Rhetoric. repetition of a word or words at the beginning of two or more successive verses, clauses, or sentences.
Consonance: correspondence of sounds; harmony of sounds.
Assonance: resemblance of sounds.
Rhyme scheme: the pattern of rhymes used in a poem, usually marked by letters to symbolize correspondences, as rhyme royal, ababbcc.
Alliteration: the commencement of two or more stressed syllables of a word group either with the same consonant sound or sound group (consonantal alliteration), as in from stem to stern, or with a vowel sound that may differ from syllable to syllable (vocalic alliteration), as in each to all.
Anaphora: Also called epanaphora. Rhetoric. repetition of a word or words at the beginning of two or more successive verses, clauses, or sentences.
Consonance: correspondence of sounds; harmony of sounds.
Assonance: resemblance of sounds.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Oct. 7th
Onto a new chapter in my life. Onto new things, new experiences, changes, freedom, NEW. I've never been able to go home from school since the 8th grade. I have always gone straight through the windowless halls to the windowless gym till 6:30pm and ventured outside to the dark cold weather. I, for the first time ever, get to drive home in the cheeriest of the day, when its light out! I no longer have to recover from a long day of school with another mind encompassing activity. I no longer have to put on tights and a tank top and stand in a cool gym. I am totally free to get a job, get my homework done right after school, go to any sporting event I want to, eat inbetween lunch and dinner! I cannot believe the amount of things I will be able to do with my new found time!
Love and love is like a...
Samuel Daniel Love is a Sickness
Love is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing; A plant that with most cutting grows,
Most barren with best using. Why so?
More we enjoy it, more it dies; If not enjoy'd, it sighing cries-- Heigh ho!
Love is a torment of the mind, A tempest everlasting; And Jove hath made it of a kind
Not well, nor full nor fasting. Why so?
More we enjoy it, more it dies; If not enjoy'd, it sighing cries-- Heigh ho!
http://www.poetry.com/lovepoems/lovepoems.asp
The theme of this poem is that love if basically a spell. If you give in to the spell and it casts over you then it will hurt you. If you refuse it, you will forever be unhappy in your life.
The author uses metaphors and similes to demonstrate love as a 'torment of the mind', a 'tempest'. The reader understands how Daniel views love by what he compares it to.
LOVE IS LIKE A...
Love is like an enchanted forest filled with scary and surprising events, leaving you wanting for more.
Love is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing; A plant that with most cutting grows,
Most barren with best using. Why so?
More we enjoy it, more it dies; If not enjoy'd, it sighing cries-- Heigh ho!
Love is a torment of the mind, A tempest everlasting; And Jove hath made it of a kind
Not well, nor full nor fasting. Why so?
More we enjoy it, more it dies; If not enjoy'd, it sighing cries-- Heigh ho!
http://www.poetry.com/lovepoems/lovepoems.asp
The theme of this poem is that love if basically a spell. If you give in to the spell and it casts over you then it will hurt you. If you refuse it, you will forever be unhappy in your life.
The author uses metaphors and similes to demonstrate love as a 'torment of the mind', a 'tempest'. The reader understands how Daniel views love by what he compares it to.
LOVE IS LIKE A...
Love is like an enchanted forest filled with scary and surprising events, leaving you wanting for more.
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