Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Call of a New Tomorrow
Sometimes I wish I wasn't me. I know what they say. "Everyone is beautiful" or " You will find love someday" But I don't see it. I don't feel it. I wish I could be as beautiful as those other girls. The tall skinny ones who have all the right clothes, and have the perfect bodies,and the perfect hair. I feel ugly in this world overruled with the idea that everyone has to be super skinny and super beautiful...Why can't I be beautiful? Why can't I have the boy of my dreams? Why can't I find my place? I wish that tomorrow would come, and change me into that beautiful girl......That perfect girl....
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Nebula's Eyes
In English we are in a short story unit. I came up with a great story that I am so proud of. I felt the need to share an exerpt from it. So here you go. It's called Nebula's Eyes.
Nebula’s Eyes
I am Scarlet. I am your not so average eighteen year old girl living in the small town of Averill, Vermont. I shop in vintage outlets,write poetry at the park,and take long walks to think about the meaning of life. I may sound like some movie cliche outcast, but what you don’t know is that I am just like you. I have feelings. They get hurt like yours, they activate when something happens, like yours. Bad things happen in my life like yours. Good things happen in my life like yours. You see where I am heading with this? Well I am here to tell you my story they way I do best. Through Poetry...
Nebula
A bursting explosion
Heat and color swirl around
Combining to one
Memory is shattered
Fragments of hope float into space
Why must you die?
You were so beautiful
My eyes watch in sorrow
As you bury my tomorrow
It was a crystal clear morning in November. As usual I woke up to check on my mom. You see she has Lou Gehrig's disease. She can not fend for herself in this world,so I must take care of her.
“ Mom how are you this morning?” I asked her
“ Oh just fine dear. Are you going to write me another poem this afternoon?” my mother wearily asked.
“ Yes Mom,but after we get you settled first.”
As I move throughout the morning I see in my mothers eyes a world of pain. A world of suffering. When she looks at me I can tell that she is seeing the same in me.
“Honey, I need to talk to you.” mama said. I made my way over to the soft linen bed where she lay, unable to move her legs.“ I just want you to know that I am so proud of everything you have done. Your poems speak to people, and they make me smile everyday when you make them for me. They can change the world, Scarlet. I hope you know that. So someday when I am at peace with God I want you to know that I will be with you. Watching over you.” At this point tears began to roll down her smooth face. Her eyes were like Nebula’s. They were exploding with emotion, the hope that was once in them was starting to dissipate. All I could do was watch her eyes. They were captivating me. Pulling me in further to her world of pain. Something I couldn’t go into. I began to pull my way out of them. Telling her that I loved her,and that she would be with me for a long time. I wouldn’t let God pull her away.
With that I kissed her on the forehead,and walked downstairs to grab my journal full of poetry, on the cover a bright star resembling the brightness of my future, my mother told me. I grabbed my slouchy sweater and headed out the door. Walking to the park that was across the street. I looked back like I always did to see my mother looking out the window. Seeing all the bright orange and yellow Autumn trees. Seeing the ducks swim together. Seeing life move on as hers was slowly moving back. I made my way to the huge boulder by the pond. This is were I got all of my inspiration from to write poetry. As time clicks on in the real world, time in my world moves like the breeze. Poem by poem I write. Some about the symbolism of leaves falling from the tree, and some about the cruel reality of life. However I always made sure to write a cheerful poem for my mother. Maybe one about the vast secrets of the universe,or perhaps one about the stars. She was in love with space. She had always dreamed of being an Astronomer,and for some time she was one. Until we found out that she had the disease. It claimed her legs,and then started to affect her arms. Now she sits at home, looking at the stars through a telescope each night that I have to help her reach. The depression starts to sink in my veins, so I decide to head back to the house, with the new poem in hand. It sounds pretty good to me.
Outer Imagination
The universe is a vast hole of imagination
Growing ever so steadily everyday
But there are still secrets that we don’t know
For instance how far does it go?
I suppose that’s for us to find
If we could use our minds
Waling back across the street to our home I wonder what the rest of the day will entail. Maybe I will put on her favorite astronomy video. Her vast collection will have good choices. The walk up the stairs brings a sudden fear in my heart. Something isn’t right. “ Mom!” I yell “Mom!” I nearly trip over my Oxfords as I tumble into her room to find my mother with her eyes closed on her bed. I lift her hand to feel to my surprise an icy sting. Her lifeless body was still. No blood pumping into her heart. No longer giving it life. My body becomes limp as I fall to the shag carpet screaming. I lift the phone out of my pocket and dial 911.
So this is part of my story. It is not finished yet, but I can't wait to finish it. I hope you like it! Please tell me what you think! Don't be shy. Have a Happy Blogging weekend!
Nebula’s Eyes
I am Scarlet. I am your not so average eighteen year old girl living in the small town of Averill, Vermont. I shop in vintage outlets,write poetry at the park,and take long walks to think about the meaning of life. I may sound like some movie cliche outcast, but what you don’t know is that I am just like you. I have feelings. They get hurt like yours, they activate when something happens, like yours. Bad things happen in my life like yours. Good things happen in my life like yours. You see where I am heading with this? Well I am here to tell you my story they way I do best. Through Poetry...
Nebula
A bursting explosion
Heat and color swirl around
Combining to one
Memory is shattered
Fragments of hope float into space
Why must you die?
You were so beautiful
My eyes watch in sorrow
As you bury my tomorrow
It was a crystal clear morning in November. As usual I woke up to check on my mom. You see she has Lou Gehrig's disease. She can not fend for herself in this world,so I must take care of her.
“ Mom how are you this morning?” I asked her
“ Oh just fine dear. Are you going to write me another poem this afternoon?” my mother wearily asked.
“ Yes Mom,but after we get you settled first.”
As I move throughout the morning I see in my mothers eyes a world of pain. A world of suffering. When she looks at me I can tell that she is seeing the same in me.
“Honey, I need to talk to you.” mama said. I made my way over to the soft linen bed where she lay, unable to move her legs.“ I just want you to know that I am so proud of everything you have done. Your poems speak to people, and they make me smile everyday when you make them for me. They can change the world, Scarlet. I hope you know that. So someday when I am at peace with God I want you to know that I will be with you. Watching over you.” At this point tears began to roll down her smooth face. Her eyes were like Nebula’s. They were exploding with emotion, the hope that was once in them was starting to dissipate. All I could do was watch her eyes. They were captivating me. Pulling me in further to her world of pain. Something I couldn’t go into. I began to pull my way out of them. Telling her that I loved her,and that she would be with me for a long time. I wouldn’t let God pull her away.
With that I kissed her on the forehead,and walked downstairs to grab my journal full of poetry, on the cover a bright star resembling the brightness of my future, my mother told me. I grabbed my slouchy sweater and headed out the door. Walking to the park that was across the street. I looked back like I always did to see my mother looking out the window. Seeing all the bright orange and yellow Autumn trees. Seeing the ducks swim together. Seeing life move on as hers was slowly moving back. I made my way to the huge boulder by the pond. This is were I got all of my inspiration from to write poetry. As time clicks on in the real world, time in my world moves like the breeze. Poem by poem I write. Some about the symbolism of leaves falling from the tree, and some about the cruel reality of life. However I always made sure to write a cheerful poem for my mother. Maybe one about the vast secrets of the universe,or perhaps one about the stars. She was in love with space. She had always dreamed of being an Astronomer,and for some time she was one. Until we found out that she had the disease. It claimed her legs,and then started to affect her arms. Now she sits at home, looking at the stars through a telescope each night that I have to help her reach. The depression starts to sink in my veins, so I decide to head back to the house, with the new poem in hand. It sounds pretty good to me.
Outer Imagination
The universe is a vast hole of imagination
Growing ever so steadily everyday
But there are still secrets that we don’t know
For instance how far does it go?
I suppose that’s for us to find
If we could use our minds
Waling back across the street to our home I wonder what the rest of the day will entail. Maybe I will put on her favorite astronomy video. Her vast collection will have good choices. The walk up the stairs brings a sudden fear in my heart. Something isn’t right. “ Mom!” I yell “Mom!” I nearly trip over my Oxfords as I tumble into her room to find my mother with her eyes closed on her bed. I lift her hand to feel to my surprise an icy sting. Her lifeless body was still. No blood pumping into her heart. No longer giving it life. My body becomes limp as I fall to the shag carpet screaming. I lift the phone out of my pocket and dial 911.
So this is part of my story. It is not finished yet, but I can't wait to finish it. I hope you like it! Please tell me what you think! Don't be shy. Have a Happy Blogging weekend!
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
ADDICTION
Hey Bloggers! Today's post will be all about my new addiction......
Yes that's right it is Tumblr!!!! I made an account yesterday and ever since I have been hooked. All the different images are just so amazing,and inspirational. They actually been helping me to write some of my poetry that I have been posting on here. I also named ny Tumblr The Caged Bird Sings. I just love the name. Here is what part of my page looks like.
You can look at so many different things from Fashion to animals to art. There are so many things to see and it is just awesome.So if you have not yet made a Tumblr I sugest you do so...It is very very VERY fun. So come on and make one then follow me :)
http://singingdoesthecagedbird.tumblr.com/
I LOVE TUMBLR <33333
Yes that's right it is Tumblr!!!! I made an account yesterday and ever since I have been hooked. All the different images are just so amazing,and inspirational. They actually been helping me to write some of my poetry that I have been posting on here. I also named ny Tumblr The Caged Bird Sings. I just love the name. Here is what part of my page looks like.
You can look at so many different things from Fashion to animals to art. There are so many things to see and it is just awesome.So if you have not yet made a Tumblr I sugest you do so...It is very very VERY fun. So come on and make one then follow me :)
http://singingdoesthecagedbird.tumblr.com/
I LOVE TUMBLR <33333
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Poetry Post
I have been in the mood to write poetry lately. I have no clue why but I just feel the need to express my self. I hope you enjoy my original poem :)
Nebula
A bursting explosion
Heat and color swirl around
Combining to one
Memory is shattered
Fragments of hope float into space
Why must you die?
You were so beautiful
My eyes watch in sorrow
As you bury my tomorrow
Nebula
A bursting explosion
Heat and color swirl around
Combining to one
Memory is shattered
Fragments of hope float into space
Why must you die?
You were so beautiful
My eyes watch in sorrow
As you bury my tomorrow
Monday, November 7, 2011
Stand
Stand An original Poem by Hannah Gato
There comes a time in all our lives...
Where we want to fall
But we must stand, and take a chance
Will the world remember you at all... if you fall?
Our faith within must let us win
We can work this out
Hold your head up high, up towards the sky
The sun will shine on you
So feel its rays, and accept those days
Where nothing went right
And from now on, you will be strong
And remember that if you fall..
You must stand
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Houston, we have a problem....
Yes Houstons I do have a problem, and it's called frustration rearing its ugly head (if that makes any sense.) A lot of things in my life have been giving me that feeling. Some Family issues,friend issues,school issues, you name it it's an issue. I feel sort of overwhelmed... I just want to explode like a star
BAM!!!!!!!!
I just exploded........ You see that star right there? It symbolizes me.......exploding.......
BAM!!!!!!!!
I just exploded........ You see that star right there? It symbolizes me.......exploding.......
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