sonnet 1

Red roses always seek perfect shaped hearts
But all hearts have many inperfetions
They are banged and bruised not black nor blue
They stand a glowing red, painted just right
Ready to be broken from heartless life
They chose dremers from devils instead
And cupid sings lullabys to mend their love
To make devils dream and make dreamers sing
To speak as if the day will grow undamaged
To pray to whom it may concern that if
The dreamers can sing devils can too learn
And if devils can learn, people rome free
To make earth better for you and for me
Your heart beats fast and so does mine time slows

SONNET

The subway maps are all wrong
With an arrow of direction and a sparrow of connection
connection to all that now rome free
free of robins and blue jays and grand supremes


A myriad of numbers that flash through my brain
No meanings no rememberance not even of change
They sing through the trees and echo through the park
catching up to my legs that run faster as i notice the dark


The birds still sing and the wind still whistles
They work as one down to every swift tickle
They dance to the tunes the birds sing
And sway to the whistles the wind begs to stay


They dance and sing and oh how they laugh
but when dawn arrives they are gone with a gasp

Response

   In my opinion the poem we read in class called " My papa's waltz" was not about abuse. There were signs of him being drunk but no concrete proof that he actually was intoxicated. I think that waltzing may have been a metaphor for him trying to communicate with his father and there is something that he has to tell him, but doesn't know how to. And i think that's where there was a line that read " such waltzing is hard" But i have more than one theme or side to the poem and I think they may have actually been waltzing and that is why his ear scraped the buckle .... because he is little and his head is up to his hips. 

   The theory of it being abuse was just someone's idea there is no proof it was abuse just that waltzing may have been a metaphor for it. So the argument in class wasn't supported on both sides, there was theory but no facts, it was a weak debate with questions and possible answers that were thought up based on opinion. The poem was open ended and not to revealing. It showed enough to form an opinion but not enough to back it up. There was always an opposing person that made sense and took away from your opinion. So to write a response is difficult and will never be perfect.

Immitation poem of Don't take my Air Jordans

Stepping on the sidewalk with thumps of cracking snow
Glittery droppings of carefully carved snowflakes melt from the warmth of the bittersweet air
In one hand my gloves in the other a bag dragging on the floor
Hopping up with every inperfection in the fallen snow

My bag held some money and a coat not wanted
The wind rushed past my uncombed hair and withered away at my licked lips    
Chapstick stayed untouched in the pocket of my sweatshirt
I kept on walking past the blinking red light only to remember i didn't know where i was going

I knew that i would find something worth wanting but didn't even have a clue of with it might be
People in my life always knew what they wanted and knew how to get it
I only had half of that
I knew how to get anything I set my mind to but I could never decide what that should be


I knew i wanted happiness and that was the only thing stomping me on how to get it
So i walked
Past the Deli, the bagel shop, the schools, the jewelry stores, the shoe store, and the sporting goods place
Until i was happy with what i was doing


Only to find that the feeling in the pit of my stomach wasn't happiness but was the feeling of being unsatisfied

poem -- Incident

Handles gripped tightly

Hands sweating fiercely dripping on the heated concrete of a summer day

Wheels spinning faster than life leaving adrenaline lingering behind

Lanky man behind me slowly getting smaller as i roll away

Drifting as the hill gets to a flatten and the grass greets the concrete

The brakes are pressed 

The gears stop rolling

And the bike falls to the side

My helmet breaks my falls a small tear leaves my full brown eyes

And that's all i remember
Tears hitting the grass
And the grass sticking to my cheeks

Standing up was the hardest part

Response-- Audrey Hepburn

She looks back almost in despiration. Yearning for something long gone, something she hasn't had in a long time or never had. Her hair done up wearing a necklace looking like she was going to an event maybe she was looking for someone she was meeting. Maybe she was stood up or was looking for someone to not go alone. She definitley feels lonely and is looking for something feeling like she needs help.

response to starry starry night.

she excepts death, she welcomes it, and almost embraces it. It's not something she ignores or runs away from. She almost desires death, something she thinks of as an escape, instead of something people are scared of and feel isn't the answer, like she does. She finds living the scary part, the thing where she feels chained up and she thinks the only escape is to die. But not to die in some black hole, but under the stars, with a single black tree and a single pure soul being swallowed up to an escape of living. She is fearless and different she wants what she wants and knows how to get it. If she wants a beast to swallow her up into the night sky, then a women as brave as her deserves it,