Ducks and Geese

Man, I can’t believe I have to retype this because it’s hard to get back my ideas, but here it is. Oh, if you’re wondering about what I meant, it was because I accidentally clicked the back button on my computer, so everything I wrote before deleted, again. Oh technology, why do you do this to me? Anyways, here’s what this post is actually about.


So, in my English class we started doing poetry. Our assignment was to write a poem based on a picture that sparked inspiration and emotion from us. I didn’t have a particularity picture that I had in mind but I did know what I wanted to write about. Loss, loneliness and emptiness. This poem was for other children and families who miss their love ones that are in the military. Specifically towards, children and parents. I may not have a military family member but I do know the feelings that come around since my papa is a merchant marine.

So, to embarrass myself in the internet, here’s my sucky poem.

Goodbye, goodbye, there they go

Off to another world far from home

Into territories so unfamiliar

If only they could go home

 

Away, away, away from home

Away from their families where their hearts are own

Now in a place, far away from home

If only they could go home

 

Ducks, ducks, ducks, children of geese

Without them, no guidance for these

If geese are away, the ducks are afraid

Geese are their light

But now there is only darkness

Feeling lost and loneliness

For a child without a parent, is like a bed without sheets

Incomplete

If only they could go home

 

They feel like the Son of the Sea God

Left to be ignored and shunned

The bonds sometimes forgotten

But afterwards they regret their begotten

If only they could go home

 

Letters, calls isn’t the same

Your face, your smile still shining in my face

Without you, without them

My life is a shame

Your presence is so far but the memories still here

I miss you and all the things that we did and used to share

But there is one thing that will always be shared

And it’s the love for one another and to care

Sometimes, life isn’t what you expected

But it is what it is

If only they go home

Do you see my allusion? I had to put Percy Jackson in it because PJ is amazing! Honestly, I don’t even know why the whole ducks and geese started but it did. We have to also do an elegy which is something that I don’t know exactly what to do on. I heading towards the love route though. Hm, the so much ideas I could go for…

Shadow Lamp Entry #1

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Dear Diary,

What’s it like to be a shadow? Terrible.

Okay, I’m not going to sugar coat it and try to be all nice. Let me say it right now, being a shadow sucks. I can’t move anywhere unless my object version moves or of the sun. How does it feel if you had to be in the exact same place for hours? It’s boring. I just stand there being a good shadow I am. Well, guess what? I don’t want to be a shadow anymore! I want to be real and be able to be turned off or on just like the real version of myself. I want to have color and shine bright. I want to be just that but I can’t. I have to be stuck on this stupid wall and just lay here. Where’s a genie where I need one?

Help me,
Shadow Lamp

The Life Story of Original Chapstick

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Original Chapstick has never been jealous in it’s life until now. Her original home used to be Walmart waiting for someone to buy it. For it was it’s job is to help the human’s lips preserve and beatified. It has been waiting for seconds, to minutes to long boring weeks.

It began to wonder,”Why isn’t anyone buying me?” Original Chapstick soon found it’s answer. Strawberry.

Everybody was buying Strawberry Chapstick! How could those humans do that, it wondered. Aren’t I better? Less smelly? More natural? Why would they pick Strawberry over me?

These thoughts have filled Original’s mind for a few more days until erased when it was finally bought. Finally, Original sighed (mentally) in relief. It was happy to be in used and help the human’s life.

Later, it began to resent humans as Original Chapstick rolled away in the deep corners in the bathroom floors. Never to be seen again.

 

 

Jeez, this was weird but for some reason I keep looking at my chapsticks and boom, this happened. Gosh, I’m a weirdo.</strong

My English Narrative

In English, we had to write narrative that I really didn’t want to do. Sure, writing is really fun and cool but to write something like a narrative, in my opinion, you should be given more than a week to write it. Creativity is really easy to find but it’s hard to write down. Hard to write down all you want in there without forgetting any important tidbits and hard to write it down in well formatted sentences, that hopefully makes sense.

Anyways, here’s my final draft of my sloppy narrative.

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Christmas Tradition

Jenna hated Christmas. The smiling bright lights, freezing cold snow and especially the supposedly family bonding dinner. Where they are supposed to talk about happy things and what’s being going in their daily lives because her family didn’t have the chance to spend a lot of time with each other. Her father and mother were both businessmen so they were often away in business trips far from their home. However, when they were all together, her parents, two sisters and her, it was the best of time. Instead, throughout the years, dinner was this awkward hour with the clashing of spoons and forks being heard. The food tasting metallic and salty from the well known tears.

This tradition hasn’t been the same since her mother left. 8 years ago, her beloved mom walked out on them after she and her father got into this huge fight. Jenna was only 7 at that time so she doesn’t remember what happen much that day. Only the sound of a slamming door and her father screaming and sobbing.

Jenna knew that she was a burden to the rest of her family. Looking exactly like a younger version of their mother. The straight brown hair with matching brown eyes and smile is exactly the same. So, slowly Jenna isolated herself from her family not wanting them to be the painful reminder of their abandonment.

Touching her tan face, she realized it was wet. Wiping away the tears, she decided to get out of her blue depressed bedroom and get some fresh air. Changing into a dark navy blue coat and jeans, she tied her brown hair and took off.

Things are so different after mother left us, she thought bitterly. The house was so warm and filled with laughter. Now, all the light and happiness that was once there got sucked into a vacuum like something unimportant.

“Three more years and I can finally leave,” she said out load wanting to hear anything from the quiet snowy street. The bright plastic reindeers and snowmans lighting her way through the dark, chilly night. Most of the houses brighten inside, loud laughter and squeals being heard. She rested for a moment touching a cold, wet tree bark.

“Why? Won’t you miss it?” a voice asked behind her.

Spinning quickly, Jenna gasped, “Olivia! Don’t scare me like that!”

Being a natural human being she quickly surveyed her best friend’s outfit. Olivia wore her light blonde hair in a side braid, her clear blue eyes seen clearly without the glasses that the teen usually wore. She wore a dark green coat, black jeans with a pair of black boots. Around her neck, was a necklace that Jenna gave to her a few years back as a token of their friendship.

As always, the blonde smiled, Jenna can see some concern in the blue eyes. “Have you forgotten you’re talking to a ninja?”

Rolling her eyes, she replied,” I’m so sorry Ms. Ninja. Please accept my dearest apologies.”

Olivia nodded in acceptance and changed the subject. “ You never answered my question. Why do you want to leave?”

Turning her head away, Jenna didn’t answer. There are so many reasons why. Sure, there is a wonderful university right by their house but she doesn’t want to stay here longer than she needs to be. Why stay in a broken family like this? Why remember all the painful years spent together trying to adjust without their mother? What’s the point?

Finally, Jenna sighed and responded, “ I need to get away from this seasonal snow.”

She knew that Olivia didn’t believe her pathetic lie but she was glad that her best friend didn’t say anything. It lasted like that a while until Olivia spoke once more.

“Why are you running away? Face the problem itself and help your family members. You are the oldest sibling there and you should be looking out for them, not running away.”

She didn’t want to look at the blonde. Jenna knew how Olivia looks when she becomes confused and angry. Brows would be furrowed and her blue eyes would have this determine spark in it. She knew that Olivia was mad at her, but she had a perfectly good reason.

Finally, after five long minutes, Jenna said, “ What can I do? I’m just this useless person, that no one likes.” There, her inner most thoughts revealed out in the open. She needed to go, run right now. Let all her self anger go by stomping the ground.

One step, two steps, three-

“Do you really believe that?” her best friend asked grabbing Jenna’s arm before she was out of distance.

Silence.

Then she nodded.

That’s when Olivia exploded, “ Useless? How are you useless? You saved me from those bullies all those years back, don’t you remember?” Then her voice soften,” It doesn’t matter whether everyone will like you or not, because you have me and your family. You aren’t as alone as you think.”

Maybe Olivia was right. Well, maybe only half right. Olivia may be on her side but what about her family? Don’t they wish that instead of looking at a copy image of their mother it would be the real person? Or was she wrong? Maybe…maybe, her family loves her for being Jenna but wish for her to help them and to be less isolated. Has she been reading this whole thing wrong? At that moment, Jenna decided to do the one thing she hasn’t done in a while, try.

Jenna then gave a unsure smile. “Maybe you’re right.”

Without asking the other, they turned back around to their own houses. Opening her door, Jenna looked at her neighbor.

“Thanks for being there.”

“Remember never say never. They never hated you and never will. That’s the great things about true families.” Olivia replied wisely.

Taking that advice into consideration she responded in her usual sarcastic way, “ Number one: You just did say never. But I’ll try to remember that. Number two: Merry Christmas, Olivia.” Entering her house, she saw the rest of her family waiting for her.

Smiling she said, “I’m home.”

Later on as she was happily munching on a piece of pie, she realized that trying can lead to good things or bad. As she gazed around the warm room to her smiling family she knew for sure that this was definitely was a good progress for her wonderful broken family.

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Really cheesy but I guess it could have gone worse. Please send me some feedback so in my future essays or writings it could improve more. Thanks!

Should I?

Most stories start by ‘once upon…’ or something funny or happy. Mine? Not even similar to that.

I don’t remember when my life turned into a living hell because that’s all I remember. This place where I was forced to stay, never leave, was my prison. 

It started when I was ten. I was having a birthday party in my backyard with my friends and eight year old brother, Tim. I invited a few of my closest friends that Mother allowed and approved.

It was weird having them here at my house. Mother never let anyone come inside and I was never allowed to go inside theirs. Like every child, I thought that it sucked but I grown used to it. That’s why I was really happy when she allowed permission for the party, I didn’t think that suspicious at that time. What an idiot I was.

Since I never been to a party or ever hosted any, it was awkward and tense. We just ate our food quietly on the table. Should a party ever be this quiet?

I looked over to my brother who was looking confused too. Many people who seen us together said we looked the same. Same jaw line, light brown eyes with matching messy brown hair. We were basically twins only a few years apart. Automatically, I felt guilty. This wasn’t only just my first party, it was also his too.

Hilo guys! So what you just read was part of my story,’Once Upon a Nightmare,’ which was based on a nightmare I had a week before Halloween. I wanted to finish this and post it before or Halloween itself but then I freaked myself out because I can’t face scary things. I don’t really know if I should continue it or just kinda stop(even though I really do want to finish). What do you think I should do?