Thursday, December 4- Unrequited Love

       Unnoticed Storm

My love for him is like a raging storm

The skies are cloudy and removed from color

All it takes is one moment to transform

Chaos becomes the instant destructor

His smooth smile the first fatal raindrop

Her the first crash of thunder from the top

Eventually the storm grows weaker

Until it is a transparent heartbreaker

Nothing is noticed nothing remembered

Only the soft give on the ground is left

Nothing is noticed nothing is remembered

His brightly colored skies are the storm’s theft

Only I know of my love that storms

Raging on while he is only of norm

Tuesday, December 2- Top Secret

                    
                                                        Inside Threats
            
                     Snow is coming down hard outside. Schools are canceled and most people do not go to work. My husband however, must given he works at CTU. Today there is apparently an emergency at his work. He decides to take a quick shower before heading off and I try to fall back asleep. All of the sudden I hear his voice over the shower. He is having a conversation obviously on the phone. I try to ignore it but I can't help but listen. I sit up and stare at the bathroom  door as I listen. "Yes," he says in a grim tone. "They were working inside the White House." he pauses. I am more interested now. "Where is the President?" I hear a bang on the wall. He is obviously frustrated. "Protect the President these terrorists are inside the White House disguised with a bomb." The door suddenly opens and he runs out frantically, fully dressed. The shower is still on. I sit on the bed shocked. What is happening? Terrorists inside the white house? I try to call my husband numerous times within an hour. No answer. I become more and more fearful. The news reports five deaths in the White House. The terrorists have revealed themselves. I wait all day, helpless. Where is my husband? Is he okay? Where is the President? All day I watch the news as they instruct people to stay inside. This is Washington, D.C. after all; the place of these disheartening events. More deaths are reported. I keep trying to call my husband with no answer as my reply each time. The Marine Core is on site unable to find the bomb. After hours they finally find the final members of the terrorist group inside the White House. They will not give away the location of the bomb.
                      
                                                      THE NEXT DAY

                    The bomb went off inside the Presidential Bunker at exactly 12:00 p.m.  There was one member of the terrorist group disguised. He was head of the secret service. He died along with everyone else in the bunker. The President included. The Vice President was sworn in last night on his plane flying home from England. My husband never returned home. I sit shocked with fear and sadness. How could this happen? What is the fate our country?

Friday, November 21-Ekphrasis

                                                 Girl with a Pearl Earring

Painted By :Johanne Vermeer

                                                      The girl is alone
                                                         she ran away                            
                                                  away from her problems
                                                  away from her husband
                                                     he can't find her
                                                she has nothing left
                                             nothing but the pearl earrings
                                                           nothing else



                     

              
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Girl_with_a_Pearl_Earring - information on the famous painting

Thursday, November 20-Emotions

                                            No Voices

       There is a constant battle in my head between all other emotions and anger. They are not little, separate voices in my head; they are my own thoughts and feelings. I hate the sound of people eating. I never know if I am just disgusted or angry. Most of the time it is both. My anger usually wins the battle over joy. For example, anger creeps in when people invade my personal space. I could choose to find good in the situation but, anger always wins. The one thing anger never wins to is fear. Fear throws itself at me when I see a bug or watch a scary movie. I could just be angry about the situation and toughen up sadly, you will find me running away in fear. Anger and sadness are often the same thing for me. I am sad when I am angry and vise versa. In the end, anger seems to be my most prominent emotion. It is not a little voice; it is just me.

Tuesday, November 18- Treason and Historical Fiction

October 14, 1912
                 
                    An unemployed saloonkeeper shot (former) president Theodore Roosevelt as he was about to give a 90-minute speech. Instead of heading straight to the hospital, Roosevelt insisted on still delivering the speech. He slowly asked the people to be as quiet as possible. Secondly, he said, "I don't know whether you fully understand I have been shot." The audience looked at him with shocked and terrified faces as he continued with his speech. He explained how the papers of his speech might of saved his life. He ignored the please from the crowd for him to go to the hospital until he was finished with his shorter yet effective speech. Roosevelt then continued to the hospital. His attempted assailant was captured and declared guilty and mentally ill in trial. The bullet was decided to be kept inside of Roosevelt for it was safer to do so. Roosevelt lived up to the quote of the editor-in-chief of Outlook," Roosevelt is an electric battery of inexhaushttp://www.history.com/news/shot-in-the-chest-100-years-ago-teddy-roosevelt-kept-on-talkingtible energy.                                                                     

Monday, November 27- FOUND Poem

                                                  HOME

                                                How will I get out?
                                              How will I get home?
                                                   I have no way
                                                   I have a plan
                                                I'm coming home

Thursday, November 13- The Macabre Arts

                    Pain is everywhere. There is no escape. It is crowded. People scream tortuous sounds all around me. We are all starving. We are all dead. They can't save us. No one can.

Friday, November 14- The Berlin Wall

       
                          The Berlin Wall

         The wall is coming down today. People are running to the wall screaming with joy. They climb over. Some stay and throw or use whatever they can to damage the wall. I am running to the wall and then I climb over. It takes effort, but I manage. I jump down run. I have no idea where to go but, I will find them. I have to find my family. I had the baby right before the wall was built. Then, I was separated from them. I thought it wouldn't be long but it was. Apparently  I am a fascist. That is why they separated us. I run through the wave of people until I see someone. She is my mother. We have an emotional reunion then, she tells me I need to know something. She tells me my husband and baby are dead. The tried to escape over the wall. I sat down and shut my eyes and cried. I had waited all this time for the wall to come down and now I am left with nothing.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Berlin_Wall -link about the Berlin Wall

Wednesday,November 12- The Haunted House

                                                    Just Another Night

                  The Lady waits for the children to get home every night. She hovers in the corner patiently. The children's parents never believe the fright and horror they discover. Tonight they will believe. The Lady waits for the parents today. She waits silently in the corner of the dim bedroom. She waits until they are almost asleep. Then she gracefully floats from her corner and hovers over them as she lets out a blood curdling scream only they can hear. Their eyes fly open in fright and they see The Lady's jagged teeth and transparent eyes. Heir hair which is made of tiny fanged creatures scream with her for the entire night. The screams only get louder and the parents cannot escape. Doors lock and the ignorant parents are paralyzed by The Lady's power. They feel the pain of burning to death but are unmarked. All night this goes on. Until, it stops as soon as the first glimmer of light appears. The parents fly into their children's room and hug them to make sure they are safe and, they also need comfort. They tell their children they believe and the children surprisingly tell them they do not believe them. They must have imagined things. The Lady smiles in her corner, awaiting another night.

Friday, November 7- Ewww....that's creepy!

                                 No Job For You

                                  The man killed her he did
                                       One stab in the chest
                                      One bullet in the head
                                      He took her life, not I
                                        For this, I see red
                                     It is blood that I breath
                                         It is lives that I take
                                        No job for a mortal
                                          What a mistake
                                     He thought he could finally live
                                     without the adulterous wife
                                        But, he will pay the price
                                          He owes me a life
     

                              The crimson curtains of his living room sway
                                           I smell the life in the air
                                                 Today is the day
                                               It is time for him to go
                                   The smell of rotting flesh fills the air as well
                               I suppose he failed to dispose of his wife
                                   That is the beauty of the way I take lives
                             I don't have to worry about the evidence left behind
                                     One look from me and you are gone
                                   The breath snatched out of your chest
                                  The color drained from your cheeks
                                 And I'm left with one more piece
                                           to this puzzle I am making
                                                   of souls long gone
                                   The man looks at me and fear strikes his face
                                                  then nothing at all
                                              his eyes are left blank
                                 
                                  
                          
                   

Thursday, October 30- Joan Rivers

                                      

                         A Day In the Life of Joan Rivers

  I walk into my latest plastic surgery consultation. My nose isn't quite fitting my face anymore due to my new jawline. Goodness, the people in this waiting room just don't know how to dress themselves do they? What is with the lumpy knitted sweaters? My Prada pumps click on the wooden floor as I walk to Dr. Wilson's office. He argues that my face can't handle anymore plastic surgery. I tell him he will lose a patient if he won't do the surgery. I walk out of the office into my limo feeling accomplished. Off to work. The E! offices are busy this sunny L.A. day. Many people stop and stare as I walk to the Fashion Police set. I change outfits and have my makeup and hair done. I can never wear the same look twice. After hours of insulting people's bad fashion sense, I head home to get ready for a Red Carpet event. I dress in a long, elegant black gown with a fitted white blazer. Yes, I am a fabulous 81 year old. All of the supermodels, actresses, and even Kardashians fight to talk to me. Apparently I am a huge fashion leader in this industry. I have a few bland conversations with poorly dressed rich women and party with Giulianna Rancic for hours. She is one of the few people I actually like. She dresses up to par. I head home, remove my makeup, and dress in silk Chanel button down pajamas. Tomorrow is the day I get my new new nose!

Tuesday, October 28 - Character,Setting, Problem

                                      

         Tupac and Snoop Dog Go Shopping

Myself and Snoop Dog, my best friend, headed to Toys R' Us to get a birthday present for my nieces seventh birthday. We rode in my golden, jacked up limo of course. I don't understand why I always get so many stares when I walk in places. Maybe I should have worn more gold chains. I also forgot my grill today. "Tupac what we gon' get?" Snoop Dog asked me. "Man, I don't know- maybe they have little kid grills," I said," kids like that right?" Snoop Dog nodded in approval. We asked the employee who worked there where there grills were and if they had any rose gold ones. She gave us a weird look. I don't understand why. I had to keep pulling up my sagging pants as I walked down each isle searching for those darn grills. Sometimes being fashionable is hard. Eventually, Snoop Dog and I got tired of looking for grills. I wanted to stay and keep looking but Snoop Dog just wanted to give her a signed album. "Man, lets head outta here," he said. I ignored him looking in the Barbie isle for grills. He grabbed me by my Tupac brand hoodie and punched me square in the face. Oh it was on now. We fought until I could no longer see and I heard Snoop Dog spitting words at me I hadn't even heard before. "We are giving her a signed album!" Snoop Dog  yelled. "I need to go home so I can count my money!" Snoop Dog walked off yelling more curses at me on his way out. I lay on the floor of Toys R' Us and got arrested once again for "disturbing the peace". Stupid Snoop Dog.

Monday,Oct. 27-Fairy Tale Name Poem

E- elusive

L- long hair

S- sister

A- adaptive

 

Friday,October24- X marks the spot

                                     
                        The Gold

              "Man, they sure were stupid to leave the door to the captain's door unlocked," I tell Captain Phillips and Jo. We have ransacked our enemies ship. As a result, we left with a good dinner and a treasure map. The route to the treasure map seems rather complicated. It is filled with many twists and turns. For weeks we search for the X. Just when we start to lose hope, I see a faint red stain on the sand. When I move the rocks that are overtop of it, I see it- the giant red X. "Over here!" I scream. My fellow crew members run over and we all stare with wonder at the red X. Captain Phillips demands for us to start digging. We dig for hours and hours until the dark engulfs us. My Captain has the honor of retrieving the wooden treasure box. It is very heavy. We break the lock and peer inside. I am excited to see was treasure is in the box. We will be rich! Together, Captain Phillips, myself, and Jo look into the box. We see....a huge pile of gold! We jump and cheer. Captain Phillips demands for Jo to carry the box into the ship. All of the sudden we here Jo slipping and falling. The who chunks of gold fall into the water. "No!" we all yell. I run over to retrieve the gold from the water and I am relieved when my hands find a pile of gold under the water. I pull the gold up and look at it. All I see is a pile of rocks with left over gold residue.One day later: My crew and I sit sadly. The treasure was nothing but a pile of rocks! Why would our enemies have a treasure map for a pile of rocks? My Captain opens the treasure box one more time hoping real gold will somehow appear. "Oh I see something!" he says. We all get our hopes up. He pulls out a piece of paper and reads "Gotcha -the enemy,". Our enemy ship tricked us......as always.

Thursday,Oct.23-Thats punny

                               
              This is not a PUN
    
       I can't think of any puns because I am awful at puns. They are never punny. Instead, I shall talk about how bad I am at puns for a few minutes. Once I was forced to participate in a best pun contest... I submitted ten awful puns in hope one would win. How many won? No pun in ten did.  I wish I had a photographic memory so I could remember each pun I came across. Maybe then I would be great at puns.  My uncle once had a photographic memory sadly, it never fully developed. I don't want to talk about my awful ability to create puns anymore. It is making me upset. Lets talk about baked goods shall we? I used to get the best baked goods from my friend's bakery. Unfortunately , it burnt down. Now her business is toast. Speaking of unfortunate accidents as far as cooks go, have you heard about that chef? He pasta way. Wow, I am very off subject from what this was supposed to be about. Have a great fall! Okay, more off subject.... I am just going to leaf.

Tuesday,October 21- Deja Vu

                                Who Are You?

The old man looked extremely familiar to Caroline as she continued to stare. She was at Whole Foods grocery shopping when she had stopped to cart when she saw the old man. He had silver grey hair and green eyes. Something about him was so familiar. It was frustrating Caroline couldn’t remember what or who. It wasn’t her grandparents… Maybe she had seen him in a movie. Caroline and the old man made awkward eye contact given Caroline had been staring at the man for a solid five minutes. Caroline looked down and walked away. Who did that man remind her of? It was driving Caroline crazy. He was definitely a stranger; Caroline did not know him in anyway. When Caroline got home she described the man to her mother and asked if he was familiar. Caroline’s mom simply said he seemed like any old man. Caroline’s mom told her she was probably experiencing déjà vu. This seemed to happen to Caroline often. She was tired of her mind playing tricks on her…or maybe that old man really did remind her of someone. Who could it be?

Thursday, Octorber 16- Rain

  Rain 

      I love rain. I love to stay at home, relaxed, with a warm cup of coffee and a movie listening to the pitter patter of rain drops falling from the sky. The best time for it to rain is at night. Thunderstorms bring the most soothing sound despite their angry front. The sound of the rain drops hitting the roof and the ground is what I would prefer to fall asleep to every night. I actually like the way rain looks as its falling. However, I hate the mud and the nasty smell it leaves. So no, I do not love everything about rain but, it is one of my favorite things.

Wednesday, October 15- I remember when...

     What happened to the children?
             
                             I remember when children were not so dependent on technology
                                          There was a time when children drew,
                                                  used their imagination
                                 There was a time a car ride did not require a tablet
                                         When boredom could be solved with a board game
                             When children would play outside until they could no longer see
                                  They get the technology obsession from their examples......

                                       
                                          Did you know children used to read?
                                                Not the directions in a game
                                                     Not off of a screen
                                                  They read off of pages!
                                                 I remember that time........
                                         

Friday, October 10- Pet Peeve

                    PET PEEVE
                       
                        I hate to hear people chewing their food or scraping their utensils on their teeth/ plate while they are eating. It is disgusting and I have to leave the room. I get very angry. The sound is the nastiest thing I have ever heard. So please, eat politely. and quietly.


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Misophonia (This is an actual neurological disorder)

Tuesday, October 7- The Flip Side

                                          Removed

                          Them:   That girl is not responsible
                                        She's only fifteen
                                 How can we trust her with children?
                                       The girl is just a teen
                            She doesn't care about the children or the church
                                     So she is no longer invited
                                  to take part in teaching our children
                                    Let's relieve her of her position
                                        I bet she is excited

                            Me:  Oh how I care for the kids I teach
                                         I don't want to go
                                     The parents are infuriated
                                 The church's decision is causing a show
                                        No, I'm not eighteen
                                    but does that really matter?
                           My class on Sunday never even caused a clatter
                                   Now I have to leave my kids that I teach
                                     I am far from excited
                           The very people who encouraged me to serve
                                    proclaimed me uninvited