Hello, hello.
So, my dear beloved readers, this is the end of a decade.
And I would like to end it with joy, okay?
Wait, I need not ask. This is my blog. I can write about whatever I want, with no lip from you, missy.
And I choose to write about poetry, more specifically poets.
The most epic poets of all time:
Lord George Gordon Noel Byron, Sixth Baron Byron. Most epic poem: She Walks In Beauty
Sylvia Plath (Hughes) Most epic poem: Daddy.
Robert Frost. Most epic poem: Fire and Ice, Nothing Gold Can Stay
Wystan Hugh Auden. Most epic poem: Lullaby
Scott Jason. Most epic poem: the Whole Album thriving Ivory
Kris Allen. Most epic poem: Be My Lady
Billy Joel. Most epic poem: Lullabye (Goodnight My Angel)
Marshall Mathers. Most epic poem: When I'm Gone
Take a listen, take a read.
*Some people are musicians but they still rock...it's all poetry to my mind.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Sylvia Plath Effect--I Am Doomed To A Future At McLean Hospital
OH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
In case you didn't already guess, I'm very startled and upset by a recent discovery I made.
Sylvia Plath Effect.
This is named after the poet/author, Sylvia Plath. She was born in Massachusetts in 1932. She went to Smith College, and while there got a position at Mademoiselle magazine, and spent a few weeks in NYC. It was actually a pretty awful experience for her, and made her outlook less... well, good. She was driven to taking an overdose of sleeping pills underneath her house. She was then sent to mental hospital McLean. (other famous clientele, James Taylor and Susanna Kaysen, who wrote the book, Girl, Interrupted about her stay there.)
She seemed to make a successful recovery and graduated from Smith. Sylvia married the poet Ted Hughes, and moved to London with him. Plath and Hughes had two children, Frieda and Nicholas.
One night, she went into the kitchen, turned on the gas, and stuck her head in the oven. Her death was named a suicide the next day. She was thirty years old.
There are rumors that Hughes was abusive towrd his wife and children because his next wife, Assia Wevill, killed herself the same exact way, six years later.
That's who Plath is, a wonderful talent who died before her time, but left a poetic legacy.
The effect is basically that creative writers are more likely to suffer from mental illness. Female poets are more susceptible to mental illness than any other class of writers.
While I mainly do write in prose on my blog and for school and that kind of stuff, i consider myself to be a poet/lyrical writer above features, profiles, essays and proposals.
In case you didn't already guess, I'm very startled and upset by a recent discovery I made.
Sylvia Plath Effect.
This is named after the poet/author, Sylvia Plath. She was born in Massachusetts in 1932. She went to Smith College, and while there got a position at Mademoiselle magazine, and spent a few weeks in NYC. It was actually a pretty awful experience for her, and made her outlook less... well, good. She was driven to taking an overdose of sleeping pills underneath her house. She was then sent to mental hospital McLean. (other famous clientele, James Taylor and Susanna Kaysen, who wrote the book, Girl, Interrupted about her stay there.)
She seemed to make a successful recovery and graduated from Smith. Sylvia married the poet Ted Hughes, and moved to London with him. Plath and Hughes had two children, Frieda and Nicholas.
One night, she went into the kitchen, turned on the gas, and stuck her head in the oven. Her death was named a suicide the next day. She was thirty years old.
There are rumors that Hughes was abusive towrd his wife and children because his next wife, Assia Wevill, killed herself the same exact way, six years later.
That's who Plath is, a wonderful talent who died before her time, but left a poetic legacy.
The effect is basically that creative writers are more likely to suffer from mental illness. Female poets are more susceptible to mental illness than any other class of writers.
While I mainly do write in prose on my blog and for school and that kind of stuff, i consider myself to be a poet/lyrical writer above features, profiles, essays and proposals.
ANOREXIA
I have been inspired by my friend, Sam, whom everyone (anyone?!) has heard of by now.
The last time I read her blog, which is actually now, I heard her confession about how she is facinated with weird medical things. if you read it you may have also heard about ectrodactyly. I did a paper on it and her. if i had any fans who would want to read it, I might consider posting it. Of course, I would talk to Sam first.
Now, my weird medical confession is that I am obsessed with eating disorders. Personally, i like to consider myself more informed than the average teenage girl. (Only one percent of anorexics are men. That's why I'm not saying teenagers or people or whatever.)
I chose to do a project on anorexia last year. We all had to do a reasearch project on a disease. I happen to be the only one I saw being hassled about her choice. And this year my Girl Scout troop (yeah, Girl Scouts. I may be a teenager but I'm doing a hell of alot more for anyone than you are, sitting at your computer. So don't make fun of me. I can win a scholarship for sticking this through for TEN YEARS while you working double shifts at the coffee shop to pay back your folks.) is doing a Girl Scout rite of passage known as the Silver Award. We have to do something for the community and we chose to do a Health Expo. I am exposing the health risks of, you guessed it, ANOREXIA.
It weirder thn that. Last year the guidance counselor (who was actually a huge bitch, but she's off with her mutant spawn this year, so it's cool) called her to her offica and started ripping into me, asking me why I never eat lunch at school. I bat you a million bucks she expected me to lose my cool and admit to her about my struggle. I assure you, I have no struggle. I gave her perfectly reasonable explanations and promised her that I always eat when I get home. This is true.
And this year, too. I don't eat lunch at school becuase of my ridiculous schedule. Some days my lunch is at 10:30 in the morning and I'm not even hungry, or my lunch is like an hour before school ends and I'd do better just going home and making a sandwich with actual FOOD. But a couple of times my Social Studies teacher, who also does lunch duty everyday...Maybe a script will be better.
Mr. Woolsey: Kim, why aren't you eating?
Kim: Not hungry.
Mr. Woolsey: You don't THINK that, but you really are, right?
Kim: No. I have a stomach ache. (in my defense, my cafeteria smells repulsive.)
Mr. Woolsey: *Shakes head and walks away*
Then, the day before we went off for Thanksgiving break... I was in Social Studies with my epical and most favoritist--neck and neck with my science teacher, the man of no homework--Mr. Woolsey. I mentioned to one of my friends (Tara, who came up with the name "Kimja.") that I wouldn't be eating that day because I was going to save more room for Thanksgiving. Yeah, he heard. To make things a little worse, he gave me a whole speech on how anorexia actually makes you fatter as he was passing back tests to the whole class.
If I was a bad kid I would have said that you slim right down after yo break that first layer of fat and when you're anorexic you get amenorrhea (the loss of your period) and that's always good. But unfortunately I was cursed with this syndrome that makes me thirst for good attention. And adult conversation, with adults, and to be seen as an adult that can just pull off the looks you can't. And it makes me a good kid who knows when to talk and when to shut up. Grrrrr.
the other day i was hanging out with the most epical English teacher and sub EVER, Mr. B (who you will come to know very well if SubFinder continues to make him be in my classes) during lunch where--schock--I wasn't eating. My friend Olivia shoved a chip in my mouth and he asked why I wasn't eating.
this coming from the man who, last year, read 5 notebooks filled with my angst, prose, and poetry, hung out with me at recess every other day, for a period every day and in the mornings when I was dropped off. But whatever. Just a shocker.
So that's my experience with the only eating disorder that holds my attention, anorexia. And it's my weird medical facination.
Oh, yeah, I'm also obsessed with the book, Wintergirls.
The last time I read her blog, which is actually now, I heard her confession about how she is facinated with weird medical things. if you read it you may have also heard about ectrodactyly. I did a paper on it and her. if i had any fans who would want to read it, I might consider posting it. Of course, I would talk to Sam first.
Now, my weird medical confession is that I am obsessed with eating disorders. Personally, i like to consider myself more informed than the average teenage girl. (Only one percent of anorexics are men. That's why I'm not saying teenagers or people or whatever.)
I chose to do a project on anorexia last year. We all had to do a reasearch project on a disease. I happen to be the only one I saw being hassled about her choice. And this year my Girl Scout troop (yeah, Girl Scouts. I may be a teenager but I'm doing a hell of alot more for anyone than you are, sitting at your computer. So don't make fun of me. I can win a scholarship for sticking this through for TEN YEARS while you working double shifts at the coffee shop to pay back your folks.) is doing a Girl Scout rite of passage known as the Silver Award. We have to do something for the community and we chose to do a Health Expo. I am exposing the health risks of, you guessed it, ANOREXIA.
It weirder thn that. Last year the guidance counselor (who was actually a huge bitch, but she's off with her mutant spawn this year, so it's cool) called her to her offica and started ripping into me, asking me why I never eat lunch at school. I bat you a million bucks she expected me to lose my cool and admit to her about my struggle. I assure you, I have no struggle. I gave her perfectly reasonable explanations and promised her that I always eat when I get home. This is true.
And this year, too. I don't eat lunch at school becuase of my ridiculous schedule. Some days my lunch is at 10:30 in the morning and I'm not even hungry, or my lunch is like an hour before school ends and I'd do better just going home and making a sandwich with actual FOOD. But a couple of times my Social Studies teacher, who also does lunch duty everyday...Maybe a script will be better.
Mr. Woolsey: Kim, why aren't you eating?
Kim: Not hungry.
Mr. Woolsey: You don't THINK that, but you really are, right?
Kim: No. I have a stomach ache. (in my defense, my cafeteria smells repulsive.)
Mr. Woolsey: *Shakes head and walks away*
Then, the day before we went off for Thanksgiving break... I was in Social Studies with my epical and most favoritist--neck and neck with my science teacher, the man of no homework--Mr. Woolsey. I mentioned to one of my friends (Tara, who came up with the name "Kimja.") that I wouldn't be eating that day because I was going to save more room for Thanksgiving. Yeah, he heard. To make things a little worse, he gave me a whole speech on how anorexia actually makes you fatter as he was passing back tests to the whole class.
If I was a bad kid I would have said that you slim right down after yo break that first layer of fat and when you're anorexic you get amenorrhea (the loss of your period) and that's always good. But unfortunately I was cursed with this syndrome that makes me thirst for good attention. And adult conversation, with adults, and to be seen as an adult that can just pull off the looks you can't. And it makes me a good kid who knows when to talk and when to shut up. Grrrrr.
the other day i was hanging out with the most epical English teacher and sub EVER, Mr. B (who you will come to know very well if SubFinder continues to make him be in my classes) during lunch where--schock--I wasn't eating. My friend Olivia shoved a chip in my mouth and he asked why I wasn't eating.
this coming from the man who, last year, read 5 notebooks filled with my angst, prose, and poetry, hung out with me at recess every other day, for a period every day and in the mornings when I was dropped off. But whatever. Just a shocker.
So that's my experience with the only eating disorder that holds my attention, anorexia. And it's my weird medical facination.
Oh, yeah, I'm also obsessed with the book, Wintergirls.
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Books
I love books. I love to read. I'm very enthusiastic and my reading teacher loves me for it.
So I'm gonna let you in on the best books EVER.
But I read very deep books, if you're a shallow reader, This is not for you. And I hate your reading habits and you should give my books a shot.
Runaway by Wendelin Van Draanen. BEST BOOK EVER.
I Can't Keep My Own Secrrets by Larry Smith.
Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson.
Wintergirls by Laurie Halse Anderson. BEST BOOK EVER.
Th1rteen R3asons Why by Jay Asher.
Just Listen by Sarah Dessen.
Dreamland by Sarah Dessen.
Misery by stephen King.
Amandine by Adele Griffin.
The Nature of Jad by Deb Caletti.
The Fortunes of Indigo Skye by Deb caletti.
Twisted by Laurie Halse Anderson.
The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold.
So I'm gonna let you in on the best books EVER.
But I read very deep books, if you're a shallow reader, This is not for you. And I hate your reading habits and you should give my books a shot.
Runaway by Wendelin Van Draanen. BEST BOOK EVER.
I Can't Keep My Own Secrrets by Larry Smith.
Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson.
Wintergirls by Laurie Halse Anderson. BEST BOOK EVER.
Th1rteen R3asons Why by Jay Asher.
Just Listen by Sarah Dessen.
Dreamland by Sarah Dessen.
Misery by stephen King.
Amandine by Adele Griffin.
The Nature of Jad by Deb Caletti.
The Fortunes of Indigo Skye by Deb caletti.
Twisted by Laurie Halse Anderson.
The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold.
The Seven Things I Hate About You
This is a list of what Miley Cyrus is too shallow ro worry about in modern teenage relationships. Of course I'll go above seven, but it was nice of her to give me a goal to reach.
1. Pregnancy.
2. Dating Abuse
3. Lame romantic-comedies you have to see because guys can't handle deep movies
4. The awkward breakup
5. the fact that almost every relationship kids my age have is over facebook
6. YOU DON'T LOVE EACH OTHER YET
7. How overrated sex is and the amount of young women that regret it once it's done
8. Rape. It happens in relationships. It's very complicated.
9. The fact that your parents breathe down your neck.
10. The grounding you get once your parents find out about your relationship
11. getting caught fooling around.
But seriously, teen pregnancy, abuse, rape, and sex. They are all really big deals.
PAY SOME FRIGGING ATTENTION.
1. Pregnancy.
2. Dating Abuse
3. Lame romantic-comedies you have to see because guys can't handle deep movies
4. The awkward breakup
5. the fact that almost every relationship kids my age have is over facebook
6. YOU DON'T LOVE EACH OTHER YET
7. How overrated sex is and the amount of young women that regret it once it's done
8. Rape. It happens in relationships. It's very complicated.
9. The fact that your parents breathe down your neck.
10. The grounding you get once your parents find out about your relationship
11. getting caught fooling around.
But seriously, teen pregnancy, abuse, rape, and sex. They are all really big deals.
PAY SOME FRIGGING ATTENTION.
Update...
Sorry I haven't been around. I had the stomach flu on Wednesday and with the holidays and there's been a death in the family (on Christmas for God's sake!) it's been crazy.
I'm gonna post loads of lists, so this is just a baby post.
I'm gonna post loads of lists, so this is just a baby post.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Let's Let Love Live
I'm sorry I've taken so long.
That's my six-word memoir.
There is very little going on. It's very nearly Christamas and I wish my very few readers a very happy holiday.
In case you didn't know it, I'm a confirmed Roman Catholic. I live in an area of New York where alot of kids are the same religion. But in my really tight group of friends, I'm the only one. I have a Muslim friend, a Reform Jewish friend, and a Conservative jewish friend. out of repesct for them with a topic like religion that can get picky, stereotyped and offensive. But I guarantee they will be mentioned.
I spent the night at one of my friends house on Friday. I got to help her light the candles on the menorah, and I went to the service for the last night of Hannukah, which was coincidentally on the Sabbath...
It was lovely. So, if you've never been to that kind of service, i reccommend going to one. It's hard to follow along, though. The service is sung and in Hebrew.
And I kicked her butt at dreidel. WOOT WOOT
Just remember, keeping an open mind is the best thing we can do. War is the fear that is born with prejudice. We can help certain emotions. We just need a hand to hold.
And if someone isn't willing to hold your hand when you need them, then you two have nothing besides false trust. I've learned you can only trust people after they have passed your test. and you know it when they do.
I'm totally being inspired by that Phil collins song, "You'll Be In My Heart." The one from Tarzan. You'd know it if you heard it.
I'm going to leave us off on one more quote. "Fear is the heart of love." Death Cab For Cutie, I Will Follow You Into The Dark
That's my six-word memoir.
There is very little going on. It's very nearly Christamas and I wish my very few readers a very happy holiday.
In case you didn't know it, I'm a confirmed Roman Catholic. I live in an area of New York where alot of kids are the same religion. But in my really tight group of friends, I'm the only one. I have a Muslim friend, a Reform Jewish friend, and a Conservative jewish friend. out of repesct for them with a topic like religion that can get picky, stereotyped and offensive. But I guarantee they will be mentioned.
I spent the night at one of my friends house on Friday. I got to help her light the candles on the menorah, and I went to the service for the last night of Hannukah, which was coincidentally on the Sabbath...
It was lovely. So, if you've never been to that kind of service, i reccommend going to one. It's hard to follow along, though. The service is sung and in Hebrew.
And I kicked her butt at dreidel. WOOT WOOT
Just remember, keeping an open mind is the best thing we can do. War is the fear that is born with prejudice. We can help certain emotions. We just need a hand to hold.
And if someone isn't willing to hold your hand when you need them, then you two have nothing besides false trust. I've learned you can only trust people after they have passed your test. and you know it when they do.
I'm totally being inspired by that Phil collins song, "You'll Be In My Heart." The one from Tarzan. You'd know it if you heard it.
I'm going to leave us off on one more quote. "Fear is the heart of love." Death Cab For Cutie, I Will Follow You Into The Dark
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Clubs
Sorry I haven't written in awhile. I've just been going all over the place. I'm a whirlwind of adolescence...Crap! We need to save the world from the teenage takeover! So, I was at my best friend Olivia's last night after we had a party for SADD club yesterday afternoon.
SADD is an awesome club. SADD's an acronym for Students Against Destructive Decisions. Our awesome counselor Ms. A runs it, and we are the people that plan out Red Ribbon Week, and campaign against the use of drugs and alcohol. If your school has anything like that (another common name, Students Against Drunk Drving) I totally reccommend you join.
My school has loads of awesome clubs. Another club I am a member of is Living History. My 7th grade social studies teacher runs it. We dress up in Revolutionary War dress and we march and drill with muskets.http://www.livinghistoryed.org/ you can learn more there... It's great. I love it, my former/ex/whatever teacher is such a nice man.
I also do LitMag along with fellow blogger Sami!!!! You should know her by now, if you follow me. Literary Magazine. I'm sure many schools have that. Where students submit pieces of writing and they get published and everyone gets to read them. My english teacher runs it and I begged Sam to take me. It's awesome. A place for me and Mr. Ainst to publish our poetry!
So, just keep your mind open to everything. My school also has a Scrabble club, a science club and a math club. We got alot going on. Check out what's in your school. It all looks good on college applications.
Love,
Kim
SADD is an awesome club. SADD's an acronym for Students Against Destructive Decisions. Our awesome counselor Ms. A runs it, and we are the people that plan out Red Ribbon Week, and campaign against the use of drugs and alcohol. If your school has anything like that (another common name, Students Against Drunk Drving) I totally reccommend you join.
My school has loads of awesome clubs. Another club I am a member of is Living History. My 7th grade social studies teacher runs it. We dress up in Revolutionary War dress and we march and drill with muskets.http://www.livinghistoryed.org/ you can learn more there... It's great. I love it, my former/ex/whatever teacher is such a nice man.
I also do LitMag along with fellow blogger Sami!!!! You should know her by now, if you follow me. Literary Magazine. I'm sure many schools have that. Where students submit pieces of writing and they get published and everyone gets to read them. My english teacher runs it and I begged Sam to take me. It's awesome. A place for me and Mr. Ainst to publish our poetry!
So, just keep your mind open to everything. My school also has a Scrabble club, a science club and a math club. We got alot going on. Check out what's in your school. It all looks good on college applications.
Love,
Kim
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
What Else?
://: emerald eyes share this night/ with tears of garnet/ you ask me what's wrong/but just keep the light lit/ have some paitience/ please don't get frustrated/with me://: when you walk barefoot/ over a sea of algae/what else, what else, do you expect to see/ i think you're just jealous/ that they only talk to me/ what else do you expect from me://: the water below/ is a bright green light/ the only thing that keeps them/ from haunting me tonight/ they gave me life/ but now they scream to give it back/ somewhere, we must have gotten off-track://: when you walk over a sea of algae/ what else, what else, do you expect to see/ i think-- i know-- you're jealous because they only talk to me/ what else do you expect of me/ what else, what else, do you want from me/ what else will you take from me://:
Audition Today...
So, today I had my audition for drama club. *Accepts applause from her fans* THANK YOU SUPPORTERS! Haha.
I gotta say, I did a really good job. I was so nervous. But I went into that auditorium and DID it. I sang my song, which was "I Don't Know How TO Love Him" from Jesus Christ Superstar. (I only know the one song, btw!) They seemed impressed by it because it's an older song.
Then they had me sing from the show, which I did a pretty kick-ass job of, too. I am not bragging, it's just me and singing is what I do. So I think I've gotten pretty good at it, you know?
So, I feel good. Right? Why shouldn't I? Then come the other part...on my audition form I said I wouldn't sing in the chorus. 'Cause I won't. They asked me why, and I said because I've been working so hard on making myself and independent singer. They said that was good, but everyone has to start somewhere. (meaning, ze bottom.)
I did start there, just not with them! I started it with my singing teacher. And, I just don't know WHAT to say, except, ouch.
Beautiful job. I CAN act. I can do it because I've got the ambition that alot of kids my age lack.
Some background info... We are doing the play Into the Woods, and I was going for Rapunzel.)
Can anyone relate to why I'm so pissed? Please.
Let's just wait until they post everything.
I gotta say, I did a really good job. I was so nervous. But I went into that auditorium and DID it. I sang my song, which was "I Don't Know How TO Love Him" from Jesus Christ Superstar. (I only know the one song, btw!) They seemed impressed by it because it's an older song.
Then they had me sing from the show, which I did a pretty kick-ass job of, too. I am not bragging, it's just me and singing is what I do. So I think I've gotten pretty good at it, you know?
So, I feel good. Right? Why shouldn't I? Then come the other part...on my audition form I said I wouldn't sing in the chorus. 'Cause I won't. They asked me why, and I said because I've been working so hard on making myself and independent singer. They said that was good, but everyone has to start somewhere. (meaning, ze bottom.)
I did start there, just not with them! I started it with my singing teacher. And, I just don't know WHAT to say, except, ouch.
Beautiful job. I CAN act. I can do it because I've got the ambition that alot of kids my age lack.
Some background info... We are doing the play Into the Woods, and I was going for Rapunzel.)
Can anyone relate to why I'm so pissed? Please.
Let's just wait until they post everything.
Monday, December 14, 2009
Six Word Memois
I just want to get the word out about SMITH and six word memoirs.
The sixth word memoir was started when a man dared Ernest hemingway to write a story with just 6 words. he responded, "For sale: baby, shoes, never worn." As you can see, there are alot of ways to inpret this. And that is exactly what makes 6 word memoirs so interesting.
We explored them in my English class. Everyone cam up with one, and I gotta say, I was really disappointed by the shallowness of many of the memoirs i saw among my peers. Maybe I am only scratching the surface, but alot of my peers don't go much further than their Juicy tracksuits and football jerseys.
So, I'll show you some of my favorites from the book, I Can't Keep My Own Secrets. (I totally reccommend buying it. 9 bucks at Borders.)
"Hung myself. Sister found me. Alive."
"Aspiration: Colonize Mars. You're not invited."
"You made me stronger. Thanks, rapist."
"I don't rock. Guitar hero LIES."
So, yeah, some kids really got it tough. And I think the beginning of their stories is just amazing. And I love how we have to think for ourselves. It's really an intelligent idea to do in school.
I know I mentioned disliking many of my classmates work, but that's not true. Some of them. And others were too corny, and trying to be deep. Yeah, enough with my ranting, though. Not every one in my class stunk at this. I'll show you my faves of theirs.
"On the edge, laughing while falling."
"Still playing pretend, not gonna stop."
"Dodged a bullet. Hit a landmine."
"If life's a dream, when's morning?"
I have a few of my own, too.
Locker doors will hide tearstained faces.
Rubies thrive in my porcelain heart.
"Heroines-left," director calls. I go.
Creating who i am with heartbreak
I dance--a ballerina--with ghosts
Thanks for going through an English lesson. I really appreciate it. Let me know what you think...and check it all out online. I made an account on there, and I really enjoy it. If you have a story you won't/can't/shouldn't tell for whatever reason, take some weight off of your back. No one really knows exactly what happened, too. Try it. Please.
Love,
Kim
PS: I'm going to try to start off my rants blogs with a hinting memoir. Let me know what you thought it meant and your reaction. Okay?
*All of the six word memoirs in quotations I do not own.
The sixth word memoir was started when a man dared Ernest hemingway to write a story with just 6 words. he responded, "For sale: baby, shoes, never worn." As you can see, there are alot of ways to inpret this. And that is exactly what makes 6 word memoirs so interesting.
We explored them in my English class. Everyone cam up with one, and I gotta say, I was really disappointed by the shallowness of many of the memoirs i saw among my peers. Maybe I am only scratching the surface, but alot of my peers don't go much further than their Juicy tracksuits and football jerseys.
So, I'll show you some of my favorites from the book, I Can't Keep My Own Secrets. (I totally reccommend buying it. 9 bucks at Borders.)
"Hung myself. Sister found me. Alive."
"Aspiration: Colonize Mars. You're not invited."
"You made me stronger. Thanks, rapist."
"I don't rock. Guitar hero LIES."
So, yeah, some kids really got it tough. And I think the beginning of their stories is just amazing. And I love how we have to think for ourselves. It's really an intelligent idea to do in school.
I know I mentioned disliking many of my classmates work, but that's not true. Some of them. And others were too corny, and trying to be deep. Yeah, enough with my ranting, though. Not every one in my class stunk at this. I'll show you my faves of theirs.
"On the edge, laughing while falling."
"Still playing pretend, not gonna stop."
"Dodged a bullet. Hit a landmine."
"If life's a dream, when's morning?"
I have a few of my own, too.
Locker doors will hide tearstained faces.
Rubies thrive in my porcelain heart.
"Heroines-left," director calls. I go.
Creating who i am with heartbreak
I dance--a ballerina--with ghosts
Thanks for going through an English lesson. I really appreciate it. Let me know what you think...and check it all out online. I made an account on there, and I really enjoy it. If you have a story you won't/can't/shouldn't tell for whatever reason, take some weight off of your back. No one really knows exactly what happened, too. Try it. Please.
Love,
Kim
PS: I'm going to try to start off my rants blogs with a hinting memoir. Let me know what you thought it meant and your reaction. Okay?
*All of the six word memoirs in quotations I do not own.
I Am That Girl (Blair)
i am the girl
who rips through hard, wooden floors
with just the lava that
bleeds out of her eyes
in a ring of fire.
sees hell
and the heart of every cry
screamed out in eternity.
she is the girl that stands alone
on a sunday night
while the rest of you
talk until the man
behind the altar
requests silence.
i sat alone.
i am that girl.
who rips through hard, wooden floors
with just the lava that
bleeds out of her eyes
in a ring of fire.
sees hell
and the heart of every cry
screamed out in eternity.
she is the girl that stands alone
on a sunday night
while the rest of you
talk until the man
behind the altar
requests silence.
i sat alone.
i am that girl.
Fleeting Instant on the Sea (Blair)
How could I look at you
and not feel smaller
than a fleeting instant
in eternity?
You are larger than the
green sea you rule.
Poseidon,
you are king.
I am smaller than a
fleeting instant
while you
stand over life
and kick some serious
fate ass
and not feel smaller
than a fleeting instant
in eternity?
You are larger than the
green sea you rule.
Poseidon,
you are king.
I am smaller than a
fleeting instant
while you
stand over life
and kick some serious
fate ass
The Ousider (independent Blair poem)
I walk into the room, already an outsider.
I smell the overpowering perfume
and I am so much more aware of the smoke
from the fire i sat by moments ago,
smell staining my hair and my clothes.
I feel like the captives he spoke of a moment ago,
only this captive is being scalped by the squaws
meant to initiate her.
I walk through the corridors where we all
stand and spread lies about the parts
we never knew.
The outsider, smelling like something
you'll be repulsed by.
clear plastic I’m wearing, the goggles in my hair
they are the symbols of the outsider
you never even thought of yet.
I smell the overpowering perfume
and I am so much more aware of the smoke
from the fire i sat by moments ago,
smell staining my hair and my clothes.
I feel like the captives he spoke of a moment ago,
only this captive is being scalped by the squaws
meant to initiate her.
I walk through the corridors where we all
stand and spread lies about the parts
we never knew.
The outsider, smelling like something
you'll be repulsed by.
clear plastic I’m wearing, the goggles in my hair
they are the symbols of the outsider
you never even thought of yet.
Candid Model
Every day, with the sun, I rise
Trying to see through smoke-clouded eyes.
Dressed and walking off to my job
Every day I’m there; twelve hours long.
I know ABC, but not much else.
I can’t sign my name by myself.
My home is disgusting, repulsive, afflicted.
Every rat I see makes my stomach feel sickened.
Until this man knocked on the door,
Took my picture, said, soon, I won’t work anymore.
I can go to school and write my name,
And upon my shoulders no longer feel shame.
Trying to see through smoke-clouded eyes.
Dressed and walking off to my job
Every day I’m there; twelve hours long.
I know ABC, but not much else.
I can’t sign my name by myself.
My home is disgusting, repulsive, afflicted.
Every rat I see makes my stomach feel sickened.
Until this man knocked on the door,
Took my picture, said, soon, I won’t work anymore.
I can go to school and write my name,
And upon my shoulders no longer feel shame.
Clandestine Words
The clandestine words are swirling in an essence of eternity
invisible to those looking for them,
appearing to only those who have no need for them.
Showing the way,
inspiring a route out of the dull cradle to their grave,
an end to the redundancy of each sun.
Only the ones who lost direction can still
find the clandestine words hidden
where the others could not see.
Don't fear the woods,
for under the sharp scent of the pines the fate you lost
with the winter's bite may
reappear with the infant green's spur
You grasp what you believe and not the truthful lies of
the insects buzzing through
the branches and prickers and needles
On the vines around the abode of your thinking.
Words,
breathing into your ear, telling you the validity of the
singing in your soul.
invisible to those looking for them,
appearing to only those who have no need for them.
Showing the way,
inspiring a route out of the dull cradle to their grave,
an end to the redundancy of each sun.
Only the ones who lost direction can still
find the clandestine words hidden
where the others could not see.
Don't fear the woods,
for under the sharp scent of the pines the fate you lost
with the winter's bite may
reappear with the infant green's spur
You grasp what you believe and not the truthful lies of
the insects buzzing through
the branches and prickers and needles
On the vines around the abode of your thinking.
Words,
breathing into your ear, telling you the validity of the
singing in your soul.
Eskimo Summer (Ainst and Blair)
I stood in the blanket of snow,
watching everything dissolve
away into the black.
Gasping as snow blinded me,
choking on the wind,
frozen soulless, not a thing to do.
It all happened in nothing but a second,
but those seconds were all it took to
make everything rip apart before my own eyes.
But, let the wind keep on blowing,
the snow continue to cloud up,
continue to make your black hole,
because I know it’s nothing but your angst.
As long as the heartless wind continues
to blow, the cold shall consume me until
we run through the fields of icicles,
frozen Eskimo lovers in summer clothes,
the together we tried, never got.
watching everything dissolve
away into the black.
Gasping as snow blinded me,
choking on the wind,
frozen soulless, not a thing to do.
It all happened in nothing but a second,
but those seconds were all it took to
make everything rip apart before my own eyes.
But, let the wind keep on blowing,
the snow continue to cloud up,
continue to make your black hole,
because I know it’s nothing but your angst.
As long as the heartless wind continues
to blow, the cold shall consume me until
we run through the fields of icicles,
frozen Eskimo lovers in summer clothes,
the together we tried, never got.
Good Day
Don't you just Love that feeling where you come home from a day that just rocked?
I sure as hell do.
It all started with lunch (already the best part of any angsty tennger's day, but whatever) when my buddy Sami let me tag along to LitMag!!! Sam is who I got the idea for a blog with, by the way. THANK YOU SAM!!!!
Then for the rest of the day we had a huge assembly where high schoolers talked to us about being accepting. If you ask me, I think I'm more accepting than the accpetance I receive, if that makes sense. My buddy Alex wrote rude acronyms about the assembly. HEHEHE. If anyone wants to see them, I'll post 'em.
They showed us a movie after the upperclassmen finished and we ended a half hour early. So me and my friend Jonny (who I write my poetry with) made up a secret handshake.
I went home for an hour, than went to my singing lesson. Turns out I added seven notes to my range! SEVEN!!!! For the people who don't know what that means, it means I had a specific area where my voice could reach, and today I went down two notes. Like on a piano, when the sound gets deeper. And up five! So I'm a second soprano and I could NOT be more excited.
I'll post loads of poetry today. Promise. By Kimberly Blair and Jon Ainst. ;)
And my audition is tomorrow, wish me luck!
Love ya,
Kim
I sure as hell do.
It all started with lunch (already the best part of any angsty tennger's day, but whatever) when my buddy Sami let me tag along to LitMag!!! Sam is who I got the idea for a blog with, by the way. THANK YOU SAM!!!!
Then for the rest of the day we had a huge assembly where high schoolers talked to us about being accepting. If you ask me, I think I'm more accepting than the accpetance I receive, if that makes sense. My buddy Alex wrote rude acronyms about the assembly. HEHEHE. If anyone wants to see them, I'll post 'em.
They showed us a movie after the upperclassmen finished and we ended a half hour early. So me and my friend Jonny (who I write my poetry with) made up a secret handshake.
I went home for an hour, than went to my singing lesson. Turns out I added seven notes to my range! SEVEN!!!! For the people who don't know what that means, it means I had a specific area where my voice could reach, and today I went down two notes. Like on a piano, when the sound gets deeper. And up five! So I'm a second soprano and I could NOT be more excited.
I'll post loads of poetry today. Promise. By Kimberly Blair and Jon Ainst. ;)
And my audition is tomorrow, wish me luck!
Love ya,
Kim
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Diamond Holiday
Last post of the day...cross my heart!!!
This is a poem my buddy Jon and I wrote just moments ago on my facebook status. :)
The winter solstice destroys life
and replaces it with diamonds.
The spring equinox breaks through
the hardest rock,
but just a rock,
and brings the new world to the surface.
As everything starts anew she will stay the same .
Diamond princess lies awake in her mental storms,
as the new vines twirl,
their blossoms budding at the surface .
Her Kingdom will never melt,
it shall stay as cold as her heart.
Until her garnet lips are kissed by the sun.
Melt her, melt her, Prince of Light, save her.
Allow spring to come,
allow the flowers to blossom instead
of wilting in her colorless world.
Vines, lift her off of her feet and into his arms,
let her melt into consciousness,
replace her cold stones with the jade to match
the years of imprisonment, but to show her strength.
Let her have her happy ending,
and she will give you yours.
Open up your studded mind,
let her whisper her story, her warning,
give and love in the diamond season,
for it is the only thing that keeps us all from
freezing goodbye.
It has a holday meassage and will be published in the first book of verse published by Jon Ainst and Kimberly Blair (PSEUDONYMS)
So, this season don't think only of yourself because we can't survive as the human race with the culture and history we have if no one gives and loves.
This is a poem my buddy Jon and I wrote just moments ago on my facebook status. :)
The winter solstice destroys life
and replaces it with diamonds.
The spring equinox breaks through
the hardest rock,
but just a rock,
and brings the new world to the surface.
As everything starts anew she will stay the same .
Diamond princess lies awake in her mental storms,
as the new vines twirl,
their blossoms budding at the surface .
Her Kingdom will never melt,
it shall stay as cold as her heart.
Until her garnet lips are kissed by the sun.
Melt her, melt her, Prince of Light, save her.
Allow spring to come,
allow the flowers to blossom instead
of wilting in her colorless world.
Vines, lift her off of her feet and into his arms,
let her melt into consciousness,
replace her cold stones with the jade to match
the years of imprisonment, but to show her strength.
Let her have her happy ending,
and she will give you yours.
Open up your studded mind,
let her whisper her story, her warning,
give and love in the diamond season,
for it is the only thing that keeps us all from
freezing goodbye.
It has a holday meassage and will be published in the first book of verse published by Jon Ainst and Kimberly Blair (PSEUDONYMS)
So, this season don't think only of yourself because we can't survive as the human race with the culture and history we have if no one gives and loves.
Christmas List
Okay, we are past the beginning.
Phew...that was quite an ordeal.
This blog stuff is confusing...but I'll figure it out soon.
I'm going to just copy my friend Sam until i totally get the hang of this on my own with one of the most common forms of writing associated with this month.
Oh yeah! that means....CHRISTMAS LIST!
I am NOT spoiled. I do not get everything I want. And I'm very thankful that my family can and will give me some of the things I desire for Christmas. Now that my disclaimer spiel is over, see and lemme know whatcha think.
Makeup: Lancome mascara. Best stuff on earth. I swear, it even beats Snapple. And this 88 palette eye shadow from Coastal Scents. I saw it on a makeup tutorial by juicystar07 obn youtube. It's already been ordered. >:)
Clothes: I'm not as into clothes as I was. But when i see a cool basic or a ridiculously awesome piece, I'll get it if the price is within reason. There's this ridculously awesome skirt, right? It's layered, it's silver. I wish i could show you a picture but it's at one of those little boutiques? You know? I also just want a Thriving Ivory sweatshirt, and a tee. 'Cause they're my fave band.
Not much else, a CD, iTunes, maybe a pair of boots.
Phew...that was quite an ordeal.
This blog stuff is confusing...but I'll figure it out soon.
I'm going to just copy my friend Sam until i totally get the hang of this on my own with one of the most common forms of writing associated with this month.
Oh yeah! that means....CHRISTMAS LIST!
I am NOT spoiled. I do not get everything I want. And I'm very thankful that my family can and will give me some of the things I desire for Christmas. Now that my disclaimer spiel is over, see and lemme know whatcha think.
Makeup: Lancome mascara. Best stuff on earth. I swear, it even beats Snapple. And this 88 palette eye shadow from Coastal Scents. I saw it on a makeup tutorial by juicystar07 obn youtube. It's already been ordered. >:)
Clothes: I'm not as into clothes as I was. But when i see a cool basic or a ridiculously awesome piece, I'll get it if the price is within reason. There's this ridculously awesome skirt, right? It's layered, it's silver. I wish i could show you a picture but it's at one of those little boutiques? You know? I also just want a Thriving Ivory sweatshirt, and a tee. 'Cause they're my fave band.
Not much else, a CD, iTunes, maybe a pair of boots.
Impulsive Decisions
Hi there!
So, I made a blog. Fa-cin-ating. Just a spontaneous decision triggered by reading my friend's blog. Nothing more interesting. Sorry.
Let's just get past the awkward first blog. I'll really get crack-a-lacking after this one.
I'm Kim...or Kimja (a nickname given to me in Social Studies class after...you had to be there. But it was pretty ninja.) I'm in eighth grade. I love to write, that's why I made a blog. I'm that overly-energetic girl who absolutely loves her friends and is fiercely protective. I'm short and kind of loud, and my height makes me seem even louder. I'm pretty much a good kid. The kind that'll make conversation with a teacher because she likes talking to them. And generally considered a freak.
Oh, I'm a singer, very dramatic, and ultra-nervous about her drama club audition on Wednesday (keep those fingers crossed for me, please.).
I'll be here until college keeps me too busy to blog!
<3
Kim
So, I made a blog. Fa-cin-ating. Just a spontaneous decision triggered by reading my friend's blog. Nothing more interesting. Sorry.
Let's just get past the awkward first blog. I'll really get crack-a-lacking after this one.
I'm Kim...or Kimja (a nickname given to me in Social Studies class after...you had to be there. But it was pretty ninja.) I'm in eighth grade. I love to write, that's why I made a blog. I'm that overly-energetic girl who absolutely loves her friends and is fiercely protective. I'm short and kind of loud, and my height makes me seem even louder. I'm pretty much a good kid. The kind that'll make conversation with a teacher because she likes talking to them. And generally considered a freak.
Oh, I'm a singer, very dramatic, and ultra-nervous about her drama club audition on Wednesday (keep those fingers crossed for me, please.).
I'll be here until college keeps me too busy to blog!
<3
Kim
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