love is like a battlefield;
No one ever wins.
Love is a death trap;
your heart becomes pieces.
Love is like a maze;
you will never find the way out.
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
"poem"
My Love
Your skin glows like the pineapple, blossoms adorable as the calla lily in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your drums voice and leaps like a cat at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great dove wing.
I am comforted by your shirt that I carry into the twilight of boybeams and hold next to my breast.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of water.
As my legs falls from my underwear, it reminds me of your house.
In the quiet, I listen for the last whisper of the day.
My heated hands leaps to my hat. I wait in the moonlight for your secret money so that we may jump as one, hands to hands, in search of the magnificient red and mystical child of love.
Your skin glows like the pineapple, blossoms adorable as the calla lily in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your drums voice and leaps like a cat at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great dove wing.
I am comforted by your shirt that I carry into the twilight of boybeams and hold next to my breast.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of water.
As my legs falls from my underwear, it reminds me of your house.
In the quiet, I listen for the last whisper of the day.
My heated hands leaps to my hat. I wait in the moonlight for your secret money so that we may jump as one, hands to hands, in search of the magnificient red and mystical child of love.
Option 3: Group 4 HATE!
i hate it when people hate
they don't stop nagging about it
you think about them you talk about them
just because they are bigger then you
just because they look better then you
you try not imitate, but your the first one on doing it
u seem not to face the fact
that you are a hatter.
you seem to always criticize
seem to always judge
just face the fact that you fake and they are not!
they don't stop nagging about it
you think about them you talk about them
just because they are bigger then you
just because they look better then you
you try not imitate, but your the first one on doing it
u seem not to face the fact
that you are a hatter.
you seem to always criticize
seem to always judge
just face the fact that you fake and they are not!
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Group 3. Option 2 Loving Love
Love is...
Its God
Its special
its unique
its meaningful
it stand for something
it starts somewhere
its something you terish
it stays with you forever
its not easy to forget
Love is everywhere.
Its God
Its special
its unique
its meaningful
it stand for something
it starts somewhere
its something you terish
it stays with you forever
its not easy to forget
Love is everywhere.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Option 3
You and I,
together we make it complete.
You and I,
Nothing will ever break us apart.
You and I,
The world is our kingdom.
You and I.
The rumors begin to follow us.
You and I?
Begin to hate each other
You and I?
Will never happen!
together we make it complete.
You and I,
Nothing will ever break us apart.
You and I,
The world is our kingdom.
You and I.
The rumors begin to follow us.
You and I?
Begin to hate each other
You and I?
Will never happen!
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Charles Bukowski
Charles Bukowski was a born in Germany but moved to U.S.A at the age of 2. Charles struggled his whole life trying to write his poetry and publish them. His lack of publishing success caused him to give up writing in 1946. That's when his heavy drinking began. He struggled from job to job; and eventually succeeded. His first book of poetry was published in 1959. He published over 40 books.
Even though Charles brought out the machismo in his writing it was very powerful and true. He is an example of free writer, writing without being scared of what people would say or think about him.
Questions I would ask Charles Bukowski:
1. Was your dad a drinker? if he was, is that the reason you began too? If not, then why did you begin?
2. Did any of your parents support you in the career you chose?
3. Not depending on the poems you have written about women, did you ever fall in love? If yes, who and did she affect your writing? If not, how did that affect your writing?
Even though Charles brought out the machismo in his writing it was very powerful and true. He is an example of free writer, writing without being scared of what people would say or think about him.
Questions I would ask Charles Bukowski:
1. Was your dad a drinker? if he was, is that the reason you began too? If not, then why did you begin?
2. Did any of your parents support you in the career you chose?
3. Not depending on the poems you have written about women, did you ever fall in love? If yes, who and did she affect your writing? If not, how did that affect your writing?
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