Visiting paris has been interesting.
On my first day I was excited I had been there before in a sense and couldn't wait to see all the sites again,
for the next six weeks, I explored Paris, trying to unlock it's secrets, in a sense I succeeded, but I failed miserably as well, while I discovered some of those precious secrets, I failed to truly unlock and learn about any of them. But not all was lost.
Paris is where I tasted true expression, where I felt creativity flow through my veins.
Paris is where I met the muse, if only briefly, but now I know where to find him.
Every morning I awoke excited to discover what new ideas I would find waiting for me on it's streets.
Wandering Paris was an exhilaratigly refreshing and freeing experience.
Paris is where I learned the true meaning of poetry and I will not soon forget it. . . .
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
If you really knew me
If you really knew me you'd know I love
Singing in the car, and dancing when no one else is around.
You'd know I wish I was superman.
You'd know I love watching smallville, scrubs, and adventure time.
You'd know I hate going to dances, and despise small talk, but I love meeting new people.
You'd know I'm a sucker for a good love story. But I hate crying in public.
You'd know I love the mountains, but hate the beach.
Probably because I'm a terrible swimmer.
You'd know My favorite color is green.
You'd know I do p90x but hate doing the yoga part. Really though, who doesn't
You'd know I hate country music.
You'd know I had a kidney disease when I was nine.
You'd know I didn't make the soccer team last year.
You'd know I swear a lot in my head and sometimes out loud.
You'd know I fight a lot with my brothers.
You'd know I can't throw a football very far, or dribble a basketball very well. But I can juggle a soccer ball fifty three times in a row. (that's my record)
You'd know that's not actually very much.
You'd know I'm not perfect.
But you'd know I'm working on it.
And that's what counts
Singing in the car, and dancing when no one else is around.
You'd know I wish I was superman.
You'd know I love watching smallville, scrubs, and adventure time.
You'd know I hate going to dances, and despise small talk, but I love meeting new people.
You'd know I'm a sucker for a good love story. But I hate crying in public.
You'd know I love the mountains, but hate the beach.
Probably because I'm a terrible swimmer.
You'd know My favorite color is green.
You'd know I do p90x but hate doing the yoga part. Really though, who doesn't
You'd know I hate country music.
You'd know I had a kidney disease when I was nine.
You'd know I didn't make the soccer team last year.
You'd know I swear a lot in my head and sometimes out loud.
You'd know I fight a lot with my brothers.
You'd know I can't throw a football very far, or dribble a basketball very well. But I can juggle a soccer ball fifty three times in a row. (that's my record)
You'd know that's not actually very much.
You'd know I'm not perfect.
But you'd know I'm working on it.
And that's what counts
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Jealousy
I'm thinking about you
By Mike Taylor
I love this poem. I love how its not just a traditional poem, he tells it like its a dialogue. Like its a note he's writing to his girl. Then he just goes off listing all of these fantastic similes, (i think its a simile, if not don't hurt me nelson.) Such as: "Like hands think about holding, like arms think about folding, like minds think about not thinking but knowing." Those are the first ones he uses and it hooks me completely.
My favorite paragraph is " Like mattresses think about springs and winter thinks about spring, who thinks about summer and it doesn't matter what season it is, when I'm thinking about you its always sunny." I don't care how ugly you are, you could get any girl just by reading these couple of lines. I like how some lines are very touching and sincere, but then he can switch gears just like that and make everyone go from crying to laughing and back to crying again.
He is able to get his message across very clearly that whoever this poem is about is very important to him and she is always on his mind. " and the world makes... cents..." that's another great line.
Mike Taylor makes me want to be a poet.
By Mike Taylor
I love this poem. I love how its not just a traditional poem, he tells it like its a dialogue. Like its a note he's writing to his girl. Then he just goes off listing all of these fantastic similes, (i think its a simile, if not don't hurt me nelson.) Such as: "Like hands think about holding, like arms think about folding, like minds think about not thinking but knowing." Those are the first ones he uses and it hooks me completely.
My favorite paragraph is " Like mattresses think about springs and winter thinks about spring, who thinks about summer and it doesn't matter what season it is, when I'm thinking about you its always sunny." I don't care how ugly you are, you could get any girl just by reading these couple of lines. I like how some lines are very touching and sincere, but then he can switch gears just like that and make everyone go from crying to laughing and back to crying again.
He is able to get his message across very clearly that whoever this poem is about is very important to him and she is always on his mind. " and the world makes... cents..." that's another great line.
Mike Taylor makes me want to be a poet.
Monday, December 12, 2011
Speak out
This is for the quiet kids
This is for the guys who can't talk to girls
This is for the girls in broken relationships but are too scared to get out
This is for the bullied, the subdued, the oppressed. . .
No more blending with the crowd, no more standing in the corner. No more Silently taking the punishment.
Speak Out!
This is for the uncertain, the ashamed, the self conscious,
This is for the kid in the back afraid to speak up because he believes he doesn't matter.
I'm gonna tell you right now that nothing matters more. Where would the world be if those with ideas didn't make the choice to raise their hands.
Next time you have something to say, make yourself heard and demand to be taken seriously.
Who knows...
Your ideas might change the world
This is for the guys who can't talk to girls
This is for the girls in broken relationships but are too scared to get out
This is for the bullied, the subdued, the oppressed. . .
No more blending with the crowd, no more standing in the corner. No more Silently taking the punishment.
Speak Out!
This is for the uncertain, the ashamed, the self conscious,
This is for the kid in the back afraid to speak up because he believes he doesn't matter.
I'm gonna tell you right now that nothing matters more. Where would the world be if those with ideas didn't make the choice to raise their hands.
Next time you have something to say, make yourself heard and demand to be taken seriously.
Who knows...
Your ideas might change the world
Monday, December 5, 2011
Ghandi Poem
I keep forgetting what it was like to be a kid. Everyone always comments on how old I'm getting, or how grown up I look. Its always, "where are you going to college?" Or, "what do you want to be when you grow up?" When did that happen? It used to be, "when did you learn to ride a bike?" or, "How many teeth have you lost?
They try to change you at a young age, stop drawing! do your math homework! act like an adult! Like the innocent child I was, I went along with it. I stopped creating forts out of pillows, I stopped watching cartoons, I stopped pretending to be a robot ninja with mind control powers. I obediently memorized names of historic battles, long math equations required to pass the tests, I learned how to properly write an essay, and what a pronoun was. I "grew up"
I was such an inventive kid. Always creating new things out of Legos, drawing fantastic creatures from my overactive imagination. As we grow older, we are taught to suppress and contain our inner creativity. We are told, numbers and letters are what's important. Nobody cares that you made a spaceship with room for two ninjas, a Jedi, and a storm trooper with swiveling turrets for each of them to control. My creative mind has slowly been crushed with graphs, charts, and the quadratic equation.
When will we own ourselves completely? When will we remember the creativity and shameless freedom of our childhood, untainted by the rules of society and, "the proper way to act," When will we forget the judgments of others and learn to be ourselves. To be creative, to be different again. When will remember we are proud of who we are and willing to show ourselves to the world. Tonight will not be the last time I see the light.
They try to change you at a young age, stop drawing! do your math homework! act like an adult! Like the innocent child I was, I went along with it. I stopped creating forts out of pillows, I stopped watching cartoons, I stopped pretending to be a robot ninja with mind control powers. I obediently memorized names of historic battles, long math equations required to pass the tests, I learned how to properly write an essay, and what a pronoun was. I "grew up"
I was such an inventive kid. Always creating new things out of Legos, drawing fantastic creatures from my overactive imagination. As we grow older, we are taught to suppress and contain our inner creativity. We are told, numbers and letters are what's important. Nobody cares that you made a spaceship with room for two ninjas, a Jedi, and a storm trooper with swiveling turrets for each of them to control. My creative mind has slowly been crushed with graphs, charts, and the quadratic equation.
When will we own ourselves completely? When will we remember the creativity and shameless freedom of our childhood, untainted by the rules of society and, "the proper way to act," When will we forget the judgments of others and learn to be ourselves. To be creative, to be different again. When will remember we are proud of who we are and willing to show ourselves to the world. Tonight will not be the last time I see the light.
Monday, November 28, 2011
My journey
Ordinary world: I wake up at six thirty every morning, shower, brush teeth, eat, ride the bus to school, learn some stuff, go home, do homeowrk, sit around, eat dinner, sit around some more, go to bed. Repeat
Call: I meet this girl...
Refusal: afraid to make my feelings known, scared of what her reaction might be
Mentor: some friends give advice on what to do
Tests, Allies, Enemies: I find myself unsure of what to do, unsure of weather my friends advice will help or not. worried about competition
Ordeal: I reveal my feelings to the girl, she rejects me at first but then changes her mind
Reward: I get the girl
The road back: the girl changes her mind again, she leaves me heartbroken and hopeless
eventually I recover and resume friendship with girl.
Return with elixir: come out with no girl but with acceptance and ready to move on
Call: I meet this girl...
Refusal: afraid to make my feelings known, scared of what her reaction might be
Mentor: some friends give advice on what to do
Tests, Allies, Enemies: I find myself unsure of what to do, unsure of weather my friends advice will help or not. worried about competition
Ordeal: I reveal my feelings to the girl, she rejects me at first but then changes her mind
Reward: I get the girl
The road back: the girl changes her mind again, she leaves me heartbroken and hopeless
eventually I recover and resume friendship with girl.
Return with elixir: come out with no girl but with acceptance and ready to move on
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Film/Book Analysis of Eragon
Ordinary World: Eragon is just a poor orphan living with his farmer uncle and cousin struggling
Call: Saphira's egg hatches for eragon making him a dragon rider. also his uncle is killed
Refusal: Eragon decides to run away
Mentor: Brom finds him before he leaves and decides to train him in the ways of magic and swordsmanship
Threshold: Eragon, brom, and saphira decide to hunt down and kill his uncle's killers, the ra'zac.
Tests, allies and enemies: Eragon becomes proficient in both magic and swordsmanship. The fight with urgals, encounter of durza, meeting murtagh and arya. the Varden.
Approach: finds out about the attack on farthen dur. makes preparations for war. saphira and eragon get armor. fortify and prepare for battle.
Ordeal: confronts durza, fights and wins with help of saphira and arya.
Reward: safety of farthen dur, no more shade.
Road back: mop up rest of urgal forces. prepares to go learn with the elves.
Resurrection: (starts to go over into the next book) learns of his scar from durza, severely cripples him. dragons remove for him.
Return with elixir: (since this is a 4 book series this might not be the best example) receives elven strength and agility. further instruction in magic and sword play. becomes more powerful.
Call: Saphira's egg hatches for eragon making him a dragon rider. also his uncle is killed
Refusal: Eragon decides to run away
Mentor: Brom finds him before he leaves and decides to train him in the ways of magic and swordsmanship
Threshold: Eragon, brom, and saphira decide to hunt down and kill his uncle's killers, the ra'zac.
Tests, allies and enemies: Eragon becomes proficient in both magic and swordsmanship. The fight with urgals, encounter of durza, meeting murtagh and arya. the Varden.
Approach: finds out about the attack on farthen dur. makes preparations for war. saphira and eragon get armor. fortify and prepare for battle.
Ordeal: confronts durza, fights and wins with help of saphira and arya.
Reward: safety of farthen dur, no more shade.
Road back: mop up rest of urgal forces. prepares to go learn with the elves.
Resurrection: (starts to go over into the next book) learns of his scar from durza, severely cripples him. dragons remove for him.
Return with elixir: (since this is a 4 book series this might not be the best example) receives elven strength and agility. further instruction in magic and sword play. becomes more powerful.
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