Belonging

Belonging. This image represents the wonderful ability, and gift to belong. The two girls may be apart from the world that everyone wants them to belong to, but they have constructed their own and are happy where they are. The two girls have built up their own kingdom of joy and are satisfied.

This image was taken from: http://www.nytimes.com/slideshow/2008/08/07/garden/20080807-CLINGSTONE_4.html

Alienation

This house, in my opinion, is wonderful representation of isolation. This house is not in a neighborhood where it belongs, but set on top of rocks in the middle of a bay. The churning, murky water surrounding it, seperates it from the rest of the world, setting it apart from civilization. No one knows what is on the inside. It could be pulsating with joy, mixed with the warm memories of its passed. The walls reliving the cherished moment with each loved second that passed. Or, it could be dark and deserted. Never has anyone dared to cross the threshold and into the belly of the isolated home. The thick silence that roils through the inside is louder than any noise that happened the reverberate through the walls. It. Is. Alone.

This image was taken from: http://www.nytimes.com/slideshow/2008/08/07/garden/20080807-CLINGSTONE_index.html

Interval 5

xxxIt all began that day in fourth period class. Some random guy decided to cross the line with me. When the rudest possible comment poured out of his mouth, he set loose the raging demon inside of me that I normally have a hard time supressing. I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath. I turned on my heel and said nothing to him for the remainder of the period. As a matter of fact, I said nothing at all. Silent, but deadly, I proceeded through my day as normal.
xxxEverything was going fine and wonderful, and for a moment I thought that everything would be fine. Until sixth period. That was when the raging monsters cage shattered around it and it reached my surface in the form of me in rage. I was not the one who understood something, it was my band teacher. He fussed at me for no in particular reason, and the sound of his loud voice reverberating throughout the small and cramped band room caused the bars of the monsters cage to shatter.
xxxfunny feeling built up in my chest, and rose up my throat and out of my mouth in the form of a shout. I gripped my clarinet in my hand with intentions to snap the wind instrument into pieces. My chest heaved up and down with the each heavy breath I took. I was literally shaking in my chair I was so furious. I couldn't remember the last time I had been so mad. I closed my eyes tightly and practiced deep breathing exercises. Sooner than I thought possible the bell rang and I left that class as soon as I possibly could.
xxxWhen I got home that day, I sat there in my bed and thought about what I had done. Sure, it wasn't my fault my band teacher misunderstood my intentions, but I had no right to yell at him that way. No matter how bad I was feeling. I should have had better control of my emotions, but I didn't. When I went to school that day, I apologized to my band instructor, and simply ignored the random guy. All in all, everything ended up fine.

Kernel Essay (1)

“Nooooooooooooo!” Was the bloodcurdling scream that jolted me out of my sleep and shattered my serene night. My older brother’s weren’t such light sleepers as me, but even they were wide awake and terrified. My mother burst into the room and ushered out hurried commands. “Let’sgo! Let’sgo! Weneedtogorightnow!” Her words stumbled out incoherently, but nevertheless we were on our feet and running as fast as we could out of the house. Things were happening much too fast. My thoughts were as jumbled and mixed as the colors that flashed by at an inhuman pace, my heart wasn’t thudding loud enough in my ears to drown out the agonized cries of my family members, the red and blue strobe lights painted the neighborhood with their sorrowful colors. My grandmother’s body was carried out on the stretcher and placed into the ambulance. But everyone already knew the loving, and caring woman was no longer there...

Ba-Da-Bing! Sentences

My feeth thudded against the asphalt, an angry staccato sound. Thunder clapped loudly overhead, the sound emanating from the thick, black and purple storm clouds. "Great," I thought. "I'm going to get caught in the rain."

Faces and Facades

My Past, Present, and Future

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Blurry scenes flash by my eyes as I stood unmoving in the dark and humid room. Every once in a while a familiar image would flash up and I would either smile or frown. A birthday party, a school event, a death. Embarrassing and wonderful and exciting and detrimental all at the same time. My heart switched paces so many times, I felt as if it stopped working completely. A soothing voice beckons me from behind. I turn around hesitantly and came face to face with my reflection. But this girl was aged, older than I was now. She took my hand and led me to a flight of rickety stairs, a light shone down form above on the rotting wood tugging me toward the illumination.

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Before I could blink again, I was standing in a room where so many scenes were taking place it was overwhelming. Hanging out with friends, laughing and fussing with my parents and family, swimming in a pool. All of them so familiar. The aroma of freshly baked brownies was so thick in the air it was almost tangible. A smile threatened to adorn my lips as I recognized my favorite scent.

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A loud and sharp ding pierced the air along with an electric hum. I whipped around and saw an elevator with the doors agape. The soft melody of the elevator music flitted out of the small space and drifted into the living room. Almost instanteously, the action and scenes that were so vivid and wonderful ended and the lights cut off. The only brightness came from the elevator and I knew what I had to do. Once the thick metal doors closed behind me, I sighed and readied myself for what I knew was to be my future. The doors opened and I dashed out of them. I was already clothed in sterile scrubs and a surgeons mask covered my mouth and nose. A nurse rattled off stats to me as I gloved up and readied to operate on my patient. It was a life or death situation, and I was ready.

Metaphor Poem

Blow Pop

My Dad is the stick
Looked over most of the time
But the base of the sucker,
He holds us up

My Mom is the wrapper.
Holding the candy inside,
keeping us fresh and safe

My brothers are the candied part
If you wear away at them for too long
They will slice you with their words
The same way the sucker slices the roof of your mouth
They are hard and strong

And I,
Am the bubble gum center.
The best part of the family,
And the center of it all.