Sunshine

I am the sunshine that opens your tiny swollen eyes …to wake you up to the world in the morning. The land you left in your sleep is long gone. It is the life that ends with a sundown and never comes back as sunshine.

I am the energy that is within the water you rinse your smooth face with. I refresh you and your mind with cleanliness to start off your day.

I am the air that blows through and around you as me. I move my family of trees back and forth till their leaves fall upon you.

I am the caterpillar that quietly moves off the leaf and down your shoulders.

No, don’t brush him off because of your fear. It is your harmless neighbor, grandmother or even you in fact.

            I am the soul that is wrapped around within you. I give you the strength to say no, to things throughout your high school days that are troubling you. I am with you at all times.

            I can feel what you feel. I feel your tingly feelings for the cute boy who happens to walk your way in the crowded life of the halls.

             I scream your expression of enjoyment after you pass that test. I was the brain that was with you through it all.

            I hear myself whisper the gossip that pleases you each day. Im the one you tell your secrets to.

            I am the one who drives you home safely everyday as expected. You wave goodbye, while im waving back.

You’re leaving without looking ahead or behind. There nothing for us to think besides go inside.

            I am the reflection you see in the mirror. I am there from head to toe. Then I suddenly call you down for supper. It’s as if you cooked for you.

            There are no words spoken as you eat what has been eaten before. Once a bird now a salad.

            When there is no room for me in your stomach, sneaking-ly you leave your plate on the floor for me to lick off and fill in my stomach.

            I pant harder and harder hoping you give me more. My tongue is out and ready for seconds.

            Tonight you prepare for sundown. You open the window and let me in. Now your eyes are relaxed and heavily start falling down. …Now its night.

            There is silence, except for the parts of me that blow through your window towards you at night. You slowly breathe me in and out.

            Your soul escapes with me to the body of another. All that is left is the thoughts in your head. They wander deeper and deeper into the land you once left long ago in your sleep.

            This time I see sunshine, you see it too. I am left here but not you. You can see that your life became the sundown.

            You my sunshine, that opens up my tiny swollen eyes…to wake me up to the world in the morning.

            Now you are me and I am you .

           

           

Notice

Hunching still behind a foggy window pane, they sharply see through me and behind. I was invisible and transparent, like the crackly rusted window itself. Nothing more than an inanimate object.

Baby

I was reborn, finding new things to life. I found out who i was. Knowing what i do best, i express to others, for a true smile.

Standing

You make me feel like the world spins only for us and the spot that were standing still in pauses, making the kiss last forever.

Necklace

Looking up, a beautiful man strolled right by my eyes with his flowing brown volumized hair . Now on my hands and knees, i hear somone whisper "get away as far as you can". I hesitated at first to get on my two feet. Blood ran down the creeks of the wooden floors.Scratches along my ankles ached. I knew i had to get up immediatley and run. I ran to the door but it seemed to get smaller and farther away. I tried to scream out of fustration , not getting close enough. My throat was too sore. The knob switched open, a blast of wind blew through my eyes , almost burning it. They followed my grandmothers necklace she had given me when i was born disapear passed and behind me into the darkness. I didnt have time to get it, neither did i care anymore. My life was at the edge and i was not about to fall off anytime soon. As the door closed slowly i saw the beautiful man once again. I could only see his silhouette. His face was comming to a clear, until the door slammed loudly as if it was closeing quickly. I ran foward, didnt stop, and never looked back.

Me

I see my lonesome self in the reflection of a mirror. Now walking down the flowered peddled isle, my veil runs down my face. Tightly pinned back hair is to be undone by him at the end of the night. As I am awoken by the sunlight of his kiss, I am no longer lonely looking at my reflection.

Time

As tranquil as a priest within a paused church, she whispers to me at her death bed.

Rainy radio.

Leave me in the rain standing wondering how i got here. You left me for a warmer fabric, where you can change the station to your fitting. I like to stick to one genre, one scene. Though your warmer and dry, and i'm cold and wet, where i'm standing i like best.

weapon.

Float within dust sinking, feeling warm breathe . Spin me around to test my eyes . Wonder deep throughout lonely space. Lost in sound , fall and break. Missing piece of a tamberine heart. Fear. Pose as a human bean.  Surrender without love or cowardness. Bottled up and recieved with public visitation. They stop to hold heads heavy. Flash foward, delicate soul taken by lies in little amount of time. Sailed away, leaving sanctuary. Rub my eyes, off balanced, clock still inplace. Taste of insensitivity,my pillow lays beside me with a triger.

Colored Elevator

His life is an office building. Some how the elevator does not reach the top. Does it even have a stop ? The last floor is the one you can not face. The place where no one goes. Afraid of getting stuck and never back up. All you can take is a peek. You hear a crackle, a tear drop, pounding music of failure. Click 7. Why you ask ? Take a quick step ...whats this ? Sound of wind, an old laughter you've been longer to hear. You push your way through the muted socialble kids. The laughter gets louder and louder. Is it really her ? Can it be. No, nothing but sound. He swits by the chair where he saw her twinkle in her eye. Whats this ? Floor collapsing. Stuck at a opening of the of the last floor. The tear drops fall harder. He grabs the umbrella amd runs. Clock is clacking faster. Crack, crack is the sound of the window breaking into each smaller piece. Falling backwards still holding the umbrella. No movement but the deep thumps of his heart. His cheeks arise, glisining white teeth are spread out. Blap! Now laying inside a white room. Choosing between the ignorance and hidden life under the umbrella of the colored room. Running back and forth.. Silence and then he screams "I AM NO LONGER COLOR BLIND!" Click the button, 7 closes..the cover. His eyes roll upward. Seeing the working people in each office. Happy and decides.. Whats this ? ... "I'm facing it."

24 hrs of darkness

The sun shines, i smile at it while it smiles with me all day. Beaming on top of me. Here to make me happy, I spin through the air. It heats the top of my heaf as if it held a kiss. I lay down on the prickly grass while the sun moves around me. To share my thoughts and my notes with it. Suddenly it starts to move  far away. Sunset is comming. It and i become sad. The sky begins to cry. I cry along with it. Please don't go. I'm not ready for you to escape. Was it my words, my meaning to the sun to serious  for it ? I couldn't ask i had to let go. I promised myself that i'd see it again. I sleep under the trees of sadness...waking up...Thinking its a dream...hoping. It was not what I strived for. I scream, I cry, the sky cries too. Its too dark to see of the sun is thinking about me , watching over me. No sun today. A hour goes by it felt like a day. I'd pant a flower where me and the sun connected the most hoping the sun will come out to make it grow, but no it just became darker each hour that went bvy. 3 days, 6 days, seven, ten 12. Why me ? why did the beautiful sunrise take my breathe away just to end so fast with sunset?..i planted 6 flowers, messages to sun to come out and play. I knew in the back of my mind it'l come out one day. I slept and slept. The stars tried to make me happy, tried to be my friend . I didn't want them. No! i wanted the sun. 18 hrs. 19,20 20, 20 days! WHY ME! Beggining to give up. I was oblivious to everything that surronded me. Flowers become old.. died. 24 hrs, didn't realize. Clouds aparted , didn't care. The sun was out,  my eyes were shut. I took a step outside. The sun greeted me ? Could this be a new beggining, a new sunrise for the world and me ? I smiled this time acting as if nothing happened. I couldn't help but think, maybe soon enough a subject- depressed will arise with it. 24 days for this 24 hrs of darknes...

Forgotten

Its a chain reaction.. what did i do to deserve such negativity.. yes there are haters but all i can do is ignore and try to be the nice person i know i am. Still it isn't enough. who side are you on ? superior or inferior? one says inferior and its a chain reaction. Leaving me in the danger zone as if i was the enemy. As if i was forbidden in the everyday highschool life. Keep out! i hear someone screa, laughter drowns in from behind. The door and lights shut off on me. I am alone in darkness. Now because of this, it's a chain reaction, everyday somone is forgotten...

Bellerina

My heart races with anger faster than a ballerina twirls on her feet. Tears roll down my flushed cheeks to the tiny tips of my fingers. They gently strum the strings to replay the tune of my life. It plays harder and deeper within my skull to my brain, like a siren that warns you to leave. Escape the world of danger and flee to safety. Safety in his arms. Bursting out into sadness, my heart speaks all that was trapped beneath me. I sing until i find my way out of her spnning spiral . Stopping to be seen by my audience. Arms are open. The strings of the siren stop. In his arms, i am safe...

Daily Practice

Garden: Your love is like a beautiful rose, mine is like a tree. It grows till old does me death, though your thorns of love dies when seasons out. It is to be sprouted out for another admired sone. My leaves get sick and full foi agony. Crumbled branches die out of life. Now surronded by eevrything that is msierable and rotten. Falling into a deep slee, becoming part of my surronding , i dream. It as a garden where our love beganjust as seeds. This time you were the soil that i depended on. Till old did us death along with the love we had for life.

omg this  past week ended so fast :( . making the books were so much fun. Who knew making books were fun. I picked oput my cloth last minute but my friend molly inspired me to do something with my cloth because it was so bland . i decided to splatter paint it . it was really fun! i really like the instructor karl becuase hes soo nice and explained evrything very well. I would love to make books more often! hope to do it soon !

BE KIND REWIND

This week was amazing! i have experienced be kind rewind before in a class i took last year. This time in STAC , i had way more fun. The movies other people were watchable compared to last year , which were extremley silly. This year they were silly but had potential . The only thing that stunk was that since my group and I knew we only had a hour to shoot a movie, we thought of quick short i deas . Our video was the shortest . Since ours was the first movie to be watched, i felt evryone after ours was way better. I mean our video did have a good story somewhat. I wish to work on it more and have more time with it. what made it fun was that it brought more of us together. All the movies we watched, all have some sort of flow to it . i think if we had more time all of us could have made a great movie . I hope to work on these movies more or at least make a STAC movie and promote it the day of STAC live . It will show the audience how STAC is and how we work togther like a family :) Whata fun week :)

Friday, i watched the movie "To sir, with Love". i absolutley loved it !.. i remebr seeing bits and pieces of it because me and my mother would always watch old classics on t.v. When we were watching it i sort of remebered it. My favorite part was when the teacher got mad at the students for the first time. I liked it because it wasnt bad acting, fake , it was so real and like i could feel what he was feeling, it drew me in more to the story.Also luke had mentioned how the teacher (i forgot his name) had some similarities with denzel washington, that was because Denzel mustv took the main character's (the teacher) acting techniques into consideration with his . The main character was very fun to watch. The only thing in the moive that didnt make sense to me to much was when the female student who asked the teacher to dance in the beggining, dressed up like a little girl at the end. The only thing i could make out of that was , in the beggining she was tring to act like a woman but was very immature about , but towards the end, after having that teacher , she was back to being a young woman , but this time she was respectable ? i dont know if that makes any sense but thats what i got out of it sort of . Anywho i  loved watching it , and its one of those movies where you can watch again and learn more !:)

the city

Friday was so much fun and was really interesting. Moma was just so amazing. All the paintings were so interesting. I really took a interest to the Matias part. When we first got there I was fascinated by the way he used the paint brush to get such details that were dull and others were immense. Also I loved the big paintings that took up the entire wall's of Moma. They had such designs. This one huge painting looked as if it was a lake with lily pads and such. There was also these sculptures that bobby had said look as if they were all birds yet one was missing. Which caught my attention and made me think of what stac might turn me into as the year goes on. The city was awesome as well but the real fun began at la cage. Not only was it funny but it was also very well played. How they would flip the curtain to see the back of the curtain, and you could still here the front as the people were talking in the back. The final number was my favorite because the song was really catchy and I am not the only one who thought that.

september 24th

this was the most exciting day i have ever had in highschool compared to last year as a freshmen and my recent days as a sophmore. I never have been so excited, paranoid, mischievious and involved in a game ever!. The spy game became so intense that from time to time i would forget im at school! i would forget that im a highschool student , and i would be channeled into this world of spys, doing anything to survive and not be killed by KALLI!. Yes kalli was a very intense agent. Though she was on my team, i still was afraid she would kill me! i began to become very paranoid about everyone she spoke with. Though i was not supposed to i tried to kill her off! She outsmarted me and didnt die! that was becuase she had her own frnds helping her with the kills! i took my book bag everywhere with me.It wasn't only me who was this way but ashley and bobby also were paranoid , we wanted to make our won team and jkill off everyone. But people found this out and i was kill witha dagger by vivianna. see i always knew the quiet ones are the most evil! so i hope to do something with this game later on in stac because believe me, this did bring so many people together and made me smarter ;) .. be seing you ...!

physco geography (limited space)

I choose to take pictures of everything i encounter in my house for "limited space". I took pictures of beds that I saw in my house. The reason i took pictures of that is because, its the space between reality and dreaming. Then i realized that i could take pictures of stairs because its the transition from a upper level of the house to a lower level, visa versa. When i came down to the lower level of my house i noticed that a mirror kind pf represents "lmited space". When you look inside a mirror not only are you seeing your self but you can see the biggger space around you. In one of my mirror photos you see a door way opening to another space throught the limited space of the mirror. I also took pictures of t.vs and computers. It seperates you from the outside world to a limited space of games or hollywood, sort of like another bigger world. Fianlly i took a picture of showes i encounter on the floor. i took this because shoes are the tool that is transitioning you from space to space.

Pantoum project

Oh, how I enjoyed this porject alot! Okay i have to admitt, it was a little awkward in the beggining interviewing somone who never really talked to.I got through it and told my self to "suck it up". It's part of life , you meet new people everday. But meeting and talking with Ashley, I learned that me and her sort of had some things in common. For example, shes funny and so am I ( i hope hahaha). When we had to write the poem about eachother, we decided to make a rap ! It was hillarious because not only were we learning about the most randomest things about eachother, but we had fun with it. I will be honest , i thought my poem sucked . I also thought my improve was horrible to. I felt really awkward because most of the things Ashley wrote i didnt know how to act it out . I promised my self though that i would stop being so nervous and awkward because it only makes it worse. But int the end of the performances i felt more comfortable with everybody. I hope to do another excerise like that again!

Prisoner

I thougtht the prisoner was very interesting, though I was half asleep in some parts. Like Luke predicted, I was confused after watching it.In some parts I thought I knew what was going on , but then something totally random would be meshed into the story and lead me off track. In fact in the first episode, I thought that Patrick Magoon was being put to the test by his own agents. Then when I saw the second episode, and how they kept preventing him from leaving "his" village, and makinf number 6 fool him into thinking they both will escape together, i wondered "okay what the hell is going on? why do they care  if he resigned? who are these mind playing people!?". So after discussing with the whole class about the second episode, I took everyones ideas into consideration with mine and realized that , though i may be confused about this whole village situation, I think Patrick Magoon has it all planned out and is two steps ahead the mind playing village . He knows whats to come. Hopefully in the next episode, it will reveal some things , giving me a better understanding of whats really going on. I doubt it though. The way that this story is unfolding , its just going to get more confusing.
                                    BE SEEING YOU!