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.

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

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.

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

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.

Ordinary world

A seventeen year old high school boy feels as if he is slipping further and further into a slow monotonous world of nothingness, he feels as if he does the same thing every day and there is no escape. If he keeps on like this everything he is will disappear until nothing is left but a boring machine. then one day he meets a girl. she is spontaneous, wild, and exciting. Can she bring him out of the bland abyss of nothingness before he is lost forever?

Adaptation

Kryptonite (3 doors down)
     Young George smith is slowly losing his mind.
He is worried that his only true love will leave him over it,
will he be able to get a grip on reality, and if not will his love stay with him?

Wanted Dead or Alive (Bon Jovi)
    The wandering Rough Rider Jason stone is a wanted man, as he travels from town to town
pillaging and gambling his way to success, people get more and more desperate to stop him until
finally the sheriff decides it no longer matters if he is captured alive, or dead.

Pumped up kicks (foster the people)
     Old man billy is fed up with kids playing on his lawn,
he decides it's time to bring his trusty shotgun "big betty," out of retirement,
now only one question remains, can the little kids with their pumped up kicks outrun his gun?

My story

So what are you gonna be for Halloween? Not sure yet it's strange so much has happened this week Halloween is the last thing on my mind. I knew it was too good to be true. That A girl like that just couldn't stay with a guy like me for very long. She told me on Tuesday. Her birthday... We were walking from the bus. She said she wasn't interested any more. I suspected as much. She stopped talking to me unless I was the one to strike up a conversation. She wouldn't look at me and seemed like she couldn't wait to get away from me. She said she took so long to tell me because she was afraid. She was afraid? I was terrified. Terrified because I knew what she would say. And knew it would crush me. I decided after that that I was done dealing with girls for a while. But deep down I know that if she ever wanted me back... I would come running in an instant. Knowing that it would probably just happen again... And again... And again

Found poem (Taken from the davinci code)

Slowly the fog began to lift,
An unfamiliar ring,
A telephone in the darkness?
I remember
I must pass on the secret,
Is it a secret you will die for?
The truth could be lost forever,
In a swirling tempest of fear and regret,
It was part of the protocol,
My work here is done

Facing Facts (Stollen song lyrics poem)

     It's Friday, saw you driving round town, tried to see you clearer but my breath fogged up the glass. Girl your beautiful. Took you for a ride, the night starts here, every second a highlight. Thought you'd always be mine. I was mistaken. . . Tried to make it work but maybe goodbye's the only way, I don't understand. . .

Everything's meant to be broken.

     As you lie awake in bed, remembering what she said, "you don't know me, forget you!" Thought we found love in a hopeless place. Maybe it was just an illusion, made to get me by. I feel so tired but just can't sleep. Relax. . . I've become comfortably numb. I turn off that song we danced to, and try to forget. I'm on the edge, and maybe six feet ain't so far down.

121 ideas (extra 5 post)

      These are some of the first things to pop into my head when thinking about what I should do for my extra 5

ships, boats, lifeguards, wind, trees, leaves, colors, wood, grass, sun, water, cups, plates, forks, knives, spoons, people, girls, guys, dances, awkward moments, good times, bad times, fun times, birdhouses, birds, houses, candy, Halloween, costumes, mustaches, pencils, pens, paper, notebooks, journals, secrets, rumors, gossip, cars, engines, money, gophers, badgers, snakes, sheep, buffalo, cattle, moose (mooses?), ducks, bunnies, Easter, Christmas, presents, stuff.

My perfect crime

What is my perfect crime?
     I break into Wendy's headquarters in the middle of the day, why the middle of the day? they won't be expecting it. I seduce a guard into taking off his uniform, i hit him in the head with his own night stick, steal his uniform and sneak in undetected. I work my way to the top floor of the building. It's the CEO's office, its also where he keeps his secret Wendy's recipes.
     This is where it gets interesting...
I search the room for the secret frosty recipe, I hear a noise behind me, its the CEO's daughter, Wendy.
She asks me what i'm doing here. Do I tell her? of course! I'm too arrogant not to. It turns out wendy doesn't like having a fast food resturaunt named after her. she shows me where the recipe is located, though she is a repulsive and soulless redhead I realize I owe her,
     We make love all night...
I wake up the next morning to alarms going off, they found the unconscious security guard. I tell Wendy to meet me in Singapore. I jump out the window. Was I aware it was a ten story building? Absolutely. So why did I just jump out the window? I strategically placed a giant bouncy castle in the parking lot below the window a week before. I land unharmed. Now... do I go to Singapore? Absolutely not Wendy's is an international company. The only safe place for me is the moon. But they'll be expecting that. Instead I go to Mars where I start an ice cream business for martians and commuting life forms from Uranus.

Hogwarts

Hogwarts... its a school... in London... where wizards go... it would be pretty cool to be a wizard, i would enjoy it. its like having the force but you can do more stuff with it. also you need a wand. I wonder where the author came up with the name. HOGWARTS, does she like hogs and have warts, or does she have hogs and like warts. Maybe both, maybe neither.
     I always wondered why there wasn't a school in the united states or even on the American continents. there's a school in France which isn't that much farther away from London so its kind of a waste, and there's a school in Russia which is kind of random. there is a whole other half of the world that doesn't have a school for wizards. are there no wizards in the united states or do they just have to go all the way to London for school. maybe there is a school and its just not mentioned. i guess ill never know.

Direct Orders

rock out like its summer break forever, rock out like you did after your first kiss, rock out like you just found out tests were canceled... forever! rock out like you just got a license to drive as fast as you can, rock out like you just got the new call of duty, rock out like its a powder day at your favorite ski resort, rock out like its christmas morning.

Rock out like you just found out Superman is your dad!

rock out like your team just won the world cup, rock out like you just found out the tooth fairy, santa, and the easter bunny are real after all, rock out like its your 16th birthday, rock out like its the weekend
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Rock out like that special someone just let you hold their hand, for the first time...

Life and Death

     I think I would just spend the day with my closest friends and family. saying goodbyes and reminiscing about good times, I'd settle disputes and arguments so i could be on good terms with everyone and also with god. i don't think i would eat because there would be no point. unless it was making me uncomfortable, then I would have a snack. if I went anywhere i wouldn't care what anyone thought because I'm gonna die anyways so who cares what anyone thinks. may as well be myself. I would probably play one last soccer game with my buddies too. that's how I would spend my last days on earth.

Boulevard of Broken Dreams

I walk alone, i walk alone, the air is hazy and very hot. the sky has a reddish tint to it. as i walk through the city streets, there's no one in sight, cars litter the road but they are all abandoned, some have smashed in windshields. there is trash and debris all over the streets.

I walk alone, i walk alone.

as i continue to walk i come across a park, the grass is brown and crunchy. the trees are all either dead or dying. there was a soccer field here once, now there is only one beat up rusty goal frame left. as i continue to walk i come across the house of an old friend, i go inside with the hopes of finding a friendly face, but there is no one. the house is a mess, things have been thrown about and broken, the doors are all ajar.

i walk alone, i walk alone.

as i walk back outside the wind picks up and trash from the streets starts to float around like a mini garbage tornado. i continue to walk, i notice a city limits sign signifying the end of the road. . .

I walk alone, I walk alone. . .

Thinking about you

Sometimes I wonder if you think about me like I think about you. . .
I'm thinking about you like microwaves think about popcorn, like cars think about tires like tires think about asphalt. I'm thinking about you like pencils think about pens, like pens think about paper, like paper thinks about pencils. I'm thinking about you like instruments think about making music, like nerds think about math, like math thinks about numbers, like numbers think about X, like X thinks about what number it stands for this time. Im thinking about you like a football player is thinking about the big game, ten minutes before kickoff. Im thinking about you like the sun thinks about the clouds, like trees think about rain, like fire thinks about water. Im thinking about you like cops think about robbers, like robbers think about shovels, like shovels think about digging holes, like holes think about being filled. Like you fill the hole inside of me.
I'm thinking about you. . .

Que es amor?

Love is walking blind down a staircase, love is a walk through an autumn forest, love is a one way train ticket, love is a sucker punch to the gonads, love is a microwave, love is being stuck in rush hour, love is a seesaw, love is a roller coaster, love is an eminem song, love is salt on an open wound, love is . . .