Belonging and Alienation

To me, this is a perfect visual of belonging and alienation.

In the upper left corner, you see a group of students in uniform, all together and united. They seem to be facing each other and conversing with one another. This is a perfect visual of belonging. They are all belonging to each other. The one thing that really stands out that makes them all belonging together is that all of their metal lunch boxes are plain. They are either white or gray, matching their uniforms.

What makes this picture a visual of alienation? The young girl in the front, walking away, in tears. You can already tell she feels alientated from the society of the others. Her lunch box has an American flag, obviously separating her from the crowd. She also has a cloth wrapped around her head.

...to be finished later...the bell's about to ring....

Interval 5

Have you ever loved someone dearly, but misunderstood their state of health for possibly death?I did, and it was nerve-wraking.

It started when my mother and I were having a delightful night, sitting on the couch and watching "Monsters Inc." It was just getting to me favortie part, but the phone rang, causing us both to jump slightly. I gasped and sprang to the phone. "Hello?" My voice was welcoming but slightly startled still.

"Hey, Meggy. This is grandpa. I- is your mother home?"

I had a gentle smile as I spoke again. "Yeah, hold on." I turned around and handed the shiny black phone to my mom. "Grandpa." I told her.

My mother threw me a conufused look as she took the phone. "Hello?" Her face turned to near horror before saying a few words in response. "Mmhm - ok - yeah - we have one." She sighed, and I knew something was wrong. "I'll be ove there a.s.a.p. Alrightly, bye." She stood up and huang the phone up.

"What's wrong?"
"Grandma's got the chills, and they think she might have to go to the hospital. " She looked at my terror-stricken facec. "I need to bring a thermometer over there."
"I'm going with you." I felt no need to discuss that.
"No, I don't wa-"
"I'm not staying here. I want to go with you." My voice was stern but scared.

My mother sighed and nodded in surrender. The ride there was terrible for eight P.M. There was so much traffic. My mom told be to stay in the car while she went inside without me. I sat in the van, fearful for my grandmother's life. "I was listening to every sound,praying that I would not hear ambulance's or a cry from someone inside the house. When my mother came out, I practically crawled out of my skin waiting for her news.

"How is she?"
"She's fine, honey. She just has a slight fever." She gave me a small smile before noticing my confused face. "What?"
"You said she might have to go to the hospital. You made it sound like she's gonna die!"
My mother laughed - I didn't. "Oh, I'm so sorry, baby. I meant that her only medicine for her heart is available to be taken at the hospital.
I let out a greatful sigh, hugging my mother. "Oh, thank God! I guess I misunderstood what you said. Gosh, I was so scared!"
My mother continued to hug and laugh into my sohulder, know how stupid I felt.

Kernal Essay

As I hung up my sleek red cellphone, I yawned with exaggeration and layed down on my black and blue zebra striped sheets, knowing this was going to be a hard decision. My eyes started to water under pressure, but I pushed back my tears of near-anguish. I wiped my eyes and started to deliberate in my mind, comparing and contrasting my options of moving 2,500 miles away from all I knew for the past 14 years of my life and start over, or staying here and most likely suffering for the next four years until I moved out or went to college. There was a civil war going on in my head as I tossed and turned in the darkness. The only sounds were the crickets and the leaves scratching against my window. After noticing the clock as it flickered to exactly three in the morning, I turned my tattered lamp on and started to pace around my room. I began to question why I was freaking out so much. I had almost a month to make a decision, but I felt like I had to make my desicion now. I tossed my arms up into the cold air that blasted through my vent and plopped back down onto my bunk bed, leaning my head on the edge of the top bunk and looking up, staring at my sharply lumpy, white ceiling. I sighed in desperation, but at that moment, I realized my decision. I knew that I wanted to start over more than anything. I knew that I wasn't running away from my problems, I wanted to solve them and I figured this was the best way. I closed my eyes and sighed for the last time as I told myself in my head ; I'm moving in three months.

That is my Kernal essay. I would love comments!

poetry thing ; facade

so i lost my original one...so this one i just made up

Discovering an abandoned multistory, my past,

I step in down winding stairs into the basement.
Terrified the basement has been transformed into a dim lit room. My brothers and I are running into a corner behind a dresser. We were staring at someone. I divertedmy vision to what I was looking terrified at - my mother. Being stradled by volumized, hatred words from the man I'm supposed to call my father. I look back at myself, sitting there in the fetal position and I see tears streaming down my three old face. I crawl back up the stairs as I push the memories out of my head.

I open another door, stepping into my bedroom. The place is cluttered, but I instantly spot myself sitting in my beloved small computer chair, sliding off becuase the side of the seat has broken off it's hinges. As I look around more and see my three closest friends, sitting on my bed and on my floor. As I unknowingly type and slide out of my chair, I accidentally ignore my friends telling me that I'm about to slide down. But - it's too late. I tried to catch myself, but that cause more of a rukus. As I hit the floor with a familiar frankness, my friends and I burst into simotaneous laughter. I now see myself - almost euphoric that I am in pain. I wonder why I was laughing as I smile to myself and travel up the stairs.

I open another door, but I do not step into- onto a room, but a runway. It is dark, but there are bright lights lining the sides. There are many cameras flashing as I find myself walking quite fiercely down the runway with my hands on my hips. I look down at myself and I am in a black and gold halter dress with a beautiful train that is following me. A smile comes across my face as I strike a pose and jump off the runway. I am confused as to why I pick up the train and run across a field of people, opening a huge double-door. All I see now is a bright write light surrounding me everywhere and I walk into it - then I wake up.

My Family Is....

my family is somthing
but i cant figure it out
they are all different things
never different but the same
able to come together and be one

new poem inspired by a song

so im feeling kind of poetic today and i was listening to chasing cars by snow patrol on youtube and this stuff just kind of started flowing. it is very similar to the song but not so much....

laying here

if im laying here
in the middle of nowhere
in the middle of everywhere
will you lay with me?

will you laugh with me?
will you talk with me?
will you forget the world with me?
will you sing with me?
will you lay with me?

or will you laugh at me
not talk to me
and go back to the world?
thinking im making a fool of myself

comments are loved
;D

Concrete Poetry

It took me a looooooooooong time to get an idea, but then my mind was like DOODSH *idea* ; so yeah. Hope you like it. ;3

*i had to scan the picture, so it might look a little weird.*

Lion

There is a majestic lion sitting on a rock on a hot summer day. It is sitting on a dark brown hot rock, sitting over the entire pack, watching them. Then it pounces up like a ballerina, ready to perform. Standing tall and proud, majestic and brilliant. Then it leaps, flys like an eagle, landing firmly on it's stount legs. It runs like a cheetah, strong and swift, running over to it's prey like it's ready and willing.. Then it is like a shark butterfly, flying and tearing apart the prey, feasting on it's now unconcious carcus.

;3

Ocean Poem Title ; Beautiful Object

The ocean in a beautiful object
It covers most of the world with its deep cerulean water
Many fish in the sea, all shapes and sizes
Sharks, fish, whales, oh my!

There are so manay different types of different things in the ocean
There is blue water, green water, brown water, red water
There is red fish, blue fish, fat fish, cute fish
Big sharks, small sharks, whale sharks, white sharks
Jellyfish, coral, starfish, seaweed

So many beautiful things make up the beautiful ocean

New Years Resolutions

The 5 W's Cohesive Writing

The Dance Class Picture


5 Cohesive W's

Who?
What?
When?
Where?
Why?
How?

There are fifteen ballerinas and an elderly male instructor. The room is bright with green color on the walls, the doors and windows lined with a darker green. There is a small golden brown dog standing by one of the ballerinas closest in view, his height only measures up to half way up the ballerinas shin. She does not see it though, only paying attention to the light coming from the window. Pointing her toe, there is one ballerina in the middle.
"That is correct." The man spoke, his hand is extended outwards in correction.
Each ballerina is in a white leotard with ruffles along the neck and sleeves. All except for one woman. She is sitting atop of a piano, scratching her back. Her tutu is lined with golden ribbon. She has a golden now, while all of the other girls have dark teal colored bows.
From the way the light is gleaming through the windows, making the room dazzle with color, it looks to be around four in the afternoon.

Spectacular Skateboarder

What a supurb, spectacular, skateboarder.
Flying like a bird in the air
Like a bird who doesn't care
Kickflips, ollies, 360 nose dives,
So many ways to fly.

Spectacular Skateboarder

What a supurb, spectacular, skateboarder.
Flying like a bird in the air
Like a bird who doesn't care
Kickflips, ollies, 360 nose dives,
So many ways to fly.

Talbot's House

Talbot's House

The house is not very plain at all. As I could see the front of it, it looks like a picture from a postcard. The strange woman just stopped here and huffed for me to get out. I dragged my body slowly out of the taxi cab and stepped up to the house.
"Wow," I whispered to myself. It didn't look like anyone lived here, or ever lived here. It almost abandoned.
The way the elegant white paint was frayed, almost altered looking. It looked very withered and old. Although, the dark reddish colored brick chimney looked fairly new as it traveled up the side of the house. Sticking above the house like a llama's neck. The smoke colored shadows from the same white protruding windows made the time look around six o'clock. There was a porch that revolved around the house, each platform perfectly placed next to each other.
As I reluctantly entered the house, my curiousity made me travel up a set of winding staircase. When I reached the top of the flight, almost out of oxygen, there was an enormous old, rusted bell, hanging there silently.
I went to touch it, but a family of bats emerged from the inside and started to chase me out of the house. I almost tripped down each step, afraid of getting bitten or actually tripping down the stairs!
"GAAH!" I screeched and flaied my arms around, evacuating the premesis.
Completely out of breath, and out of that wretched house, the family of bats gracefully fluttered out into the open canvas called Earth, made all of my anger and despair become replaced with mezmorization.

Challenge

Megan was sitting oh-so lonely in her pale blue bedroom. Her room has a shaggy neon color themed. She was sitting in her shaggy pink chair, twirling around as she awaited her newly found friend, Jennifer to answer the phone.

*Ring Ring*

"Hello?" Jennifer's depressed mother, Ann, questioned.
"Umm, can I talk to Jennifer, please?" Megan said hopefully.
"She, um..."
"Oh, well can you tell her she still owes me my book about
Spiders?" Megan interrupted abruputly.
"Well, this is her mother, Ann. Can I help you with anything?" Her mother queried as she twirled the plastic phone cord around her index finger, leaning against the wall.
"Yeah, I met her at the library a couple days ago.
I let her borrow my book about spiders. She told
me she would give it to me today, but she never showed up at school." she explained with a touch of anger in her voice.
"Well, I don't think you'll be getting that book back, sweetheart."
"WHAT? I owe that book to the library? It's already
overdue! What!? Why?" She wondered indignantly.
"Honey, she was bitten by a black widow spider while she was sleeping the day before last. She died in her sleep." Ann's voice sounded very sorrowfull and plain. She
started to have a flashback of the hospital visit. Tears started to travel down her face in rememberance.
"Oh, gosh. I'm so sorry." She distressed.
"Me too." Ann tried to hide her tears, but it was quite obvious over the phone. Megan decided not to make her cry anymore, though.
"Okay. I have to go now, though. Thank you for telling me."

*Megan hung up the phone, as did Ann.*

TO BE CONTINUED.....

Metaphorical OR Similicial Fun!

Binders

Some are thick, some are pink
Some are recycled wood.
Feels like a newborn puppy.
Usually looks like a square.
Sometimes feels like air.
Smells like plastic or wood.
But sometimes it smells pretty good.

You can write in them,
Draw in them
Make beautiful art in them.
And, dare I say,
Do work in them!!

Sounds like a woodpecker,
Pecking on solid steel.
Sometimes aggravating,
But it hold assorted items pretty well.

Oh yess....

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