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.

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

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.

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

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.

Monday, November 14, 2011

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?

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

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?