I am a paintbrush
held by an inspired artist
creating beautiful art
I am a book
being read by aspiring minds.
sparking imagination
I am a music note
one of many creating beautiful music
bringing people together
I am a volleyball
Creating enjoyment for athletes
scoring that winning point
I am unique
no one else is exactly like me
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Sunday, February 24, 2013
Just a Highly Descriptive Piece
Author's Note: I felt the need to put some good word choice into a piece, and what better to do it in than a descriptive piece? You will also find some figurative language in here. This took so much more time for me to write than it did to read, even if it is only two paragraphs.
I gazed intently around my lavish living room, with its enormous, clear windows and warm, plush carpet. Sitting on a smooth but cushioned couch, I felt like lying down and letting my cozy blanket wrap me in its warmth. My adorable little puppy trotted up to me, so I picked her up and let her sleep next to me. She stretched luxuriously and sprawled out next to me in the folds of my fleecy feather quilt.
Staring at the walls, I inspected a few of the colossal paintings that hung and collected endless amounts of dust. A realistic painting of horses on a farm, with rolling pastures and vast fields. A beautiful one of a bowl of fruit, spilling over with succulent peaches and crunchy apples. A silly one of my dear puppy, in which she is wearing a bright pink, fluffy tutu. I sighed contently and closed my eyes, letting sleep wash over me.
I gazed intently around my lavish living room, with its enormous, clear windows and warm, plush carpet. Sitting on a smooth but cushioned couch, I felt like lying down and letting my cozy blanket wrap me in its warmth. My adorable little puppy trotted up to me, so I picked her up and let her sleep next to me. She stretched luxuriously and sprawled out next to me in the folds of my fleecy feather quilt.
Staring at the walls, I inspected a few of the colossal paintings that hung and collected endless amounts of dust. A realistic painting of horses on a farm, with rolling pastures and vast fields. A beautiful one of a bowl of fruit, spilling over with succulent peaches and crunchy apples. A silly one of my dear puppy, in which she is wearing a bright pink, fluffy tutu. I sighed contently and closed my eyes, letting sleep wash over me.
Friday, February 22, 2013
A Hidden Message
Life isn't
Always what it
Seems
To
Be, it's
Not always perfect either.
What you're looking at
It can be confusing
Is this world even real?
Or is it...just a dream?
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
A Midnight Fright
Awoken from my sleep, I slowly opened my eyes.
My mind as foggy as the sky.
My limbs as stiff as tree trunks.
The wind crept in from a crack in the window.
Filling the air with its cold, unforgiving wrath.
Out of one of my ears, I heard a drip...drip...from outside.
I timidly tiptoed to the window, wondering what it was.
Scared to death, hands shaking, I pulled back the curtains.
Peeking outside, I saw it, and laughed out loud.
It was my cat, outside, drinking from her water dish.
My mind as foggy as the sky.
My limbs as stiff as tree trunks.
The wind crept in from a crack in the window.
Filling the air with its cold, unforgiving wrath.
Out of one of my ears, I heard a drip...drip...from outside.
I timidly tiptoed to the window, wondering what it was.
Scared to death, hands shaking, I pulled back the curtains.
Peeking outside, I saw it, and laughed out loud.
It was my cat, outside, drinking from her water dish.
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Easy as Pie
Author's Note: I was just remembering an episode of SpongeBob I watched once, where SpongeBob says the word "cliche." It inspired me to write this piece, which is just a story with little cliches incorporated into it. See if you can spot them :) Just a note: This story has no plot line (it goes REALLY off topic)
The truth is, pie can be very difficult to make. You may think it's as easy as 123, but when you mess up it's back to square one. If it does turn out right, though, you'll be head-over-heels in love with it. Making bread is no walk in the park, either. If you don't knead it enough, it'll be flat as a pancake. Eventually, if it doesn't turn out, you'll have to give it a rest. One day when my mom and I were baking some bread, it turned out alright and my mom was grinning from ear to ear. But the bread didn't last long, because we brought it outside (where it was hot enough to fry an egg) and it flattened. I asked my mom if we could make it fluffy again and she responded "Of course. When pigs fly." It made me wonder if we could make something else. my mom said we could make cake, so I asked her what goes in it. "Oh, a little of this, a little of that," she said. Unfortunately, many of the ingredients needed to make the cake went into the bread. My mom and I drove down to the grocery store to buy more, but the long arm of the law caught up to her. The cop let her go, though, once he realized our predicament. Once inside the store, we couldn't seem to locate any butter. It was like finding a needle in a haystack. "Any idea where it is?" My mom asked me. I suddenly realized where it was. "That's a no-brainer. It's in the dairy section." We payed for the ingredients and were on our way. Soon enough, the cake was baked, but the oven started smoking. I realized there was a tiny fire inside it. "Abandon ship! Abandon ship!" My mom screamed, making a mountain out of a molehill. I located the fire extinguisher, put the fire out, and settled down to eat some cake while my mom calmed down.
The truth is, pie can be very difficult to make. You may think it's as easy as 123, but when you mess up it's back to square one. If it does turn out right, though, you'll be head-over-heels in love with it. Making bread is no walk in the park, either. If you don't knead it enough, it'll be flat as a pancake. Eventually, if it doesn't turn out, you'll have to give it a rest. One day when my mom and I were baking some bread, it turned out alright and my mom was grinning from ear to ear. But the bread didn't last long, because we brought it outside (where it was hot enough to fry an egg) and it flattened. I asked my mom if we could make it fluffy again and she responded "Of course. When pigs fly." It made me wonder if we could make something else. my mom said we could make cake, so I asked her what goes in it. "Oh, a little of this, a little of that," she said. Unfortunately, many of the ingredients needed to make the cake went into the bread. My mom and I drove down to the grocery store to buy more, but the long arm of the law caught up to her. The cop let her go, though, once he realized our predicament. Once inside the store, we couldn't seem to locate any butter. It was like finding a needle in a haystack. "Any idea where it is?" My mom asked me. I suddenly realized where it was. "That's a no-brainer. It's in the dairy section." We payed for the ingredients and were on our way. Soon enough, the cake was baked, but the oven started smoking. I realized there was a tiny fire inside it. "Abandon ship! Abandon ship!" My mom screamed, making a mountain out of a molehill. I located the fire extinguisher, put the fire out, and settled down to eat some cake while my mom calmed down.
Thursday, February 7, 2013
Socially Acceptable?
There once was a time when people noticed you
For your brains, not your looks.
For your kindness, not your popularity.
For your confidence, not your habit of putting others beneath you.
For your honesty, not your "coolness" factor
Most of that is in the past
It's unfortunate, but it can change
Stand out, be the difference that needs to happen
You can influence people.
Stand out, be the difference that needs to happen
You can influence people.
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Drowning
Blue shadows surround me
As I fall
Into the dark depths
Distorted
By all the lies, the lies
A pit
Inside my stomach
Growing
Bigger and bigger
as I sink
Deeper and deeper
I am
Drowning inside myself
As I fall
Into the dark depths
Distorted
By all the lies, the lies
A pit
Inside my stomach
Growing
Bigger and bigger
as I sink
Deeper and deeper
I am
Drowning inside myself
Friday, February 1, 2013
A Horse Ride
Author's Note: This is a descriptive journal response to the art piece Le Blanc Seing by Rene Magritte.
Thick, lush leaves fluttered in the wind as I rode through the forest on my horse. A beautiful brown mare, with a thick mane and tail. The forest had a sense of peacefulness that always seemed to calm me down when I was under stress or otherwise upset. Who wouldn't be relaxed? The forest was beautiful: Vibrant flowers that shimmered with morning dew, fluttering butterflies in the summertime.
I stopped to look up into the trees, where birds were flying around and squirrels hopping from tree to tree. I’d love to live in a forest like this, I thought. My horse started to get restless, so we started moving again. I felt all the small jolts as his hooves connected with the ground. We soon stopped again so he could take a drink from a small stream, so clear that I could see each stone at the bottom perfectly. Around it, standing a little far off, was a small family of deer also taking drinks. They ran away when they saw me gazing at them. I got back on my horse and started riding deeper into the beautiful forest.
I stopped to look up into the trees, where birds were flying around and squirrels hopping from tree to tree. I’d love to live in a forest like this, I thought. My horse started to get restless, so we started moving again. I felt all the small jolts as his hooves connected with the ground. We soon stopped again so he could take a drink from a small stream, so clear that I could see each stone at the bottom perfectly. Around it, standing a little far off, was a small family of deer also taking drinks. They ran away when they saw me gazing at them. I got back on my horse and started riding deeper into the beautiful forest.
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