Poem game

Anger

it doesn't regulate

I enumerate,

suffering, broken inside me

It yanks fury instilled within me

I pretend to be tolerably indiffrent

but it deems a strange affect upon me

torment clearly within

Happiness

She was practically skipping

Delicate ladybugs communicated colloquial sayings

Dragonflies fabricated myths

She was adrift in a panorama of pretend.

Confusion

Slender curves meant for me

broken for the price of discrimination

my indifference torments whatever it doesn't victimize.

is it that simple

Poems

1st: She deemed the voyage sordid

The deadpanned crew, tormented by the autonomy of the voyage

Utilizing the paradox of being adrift with the tempestuous sea

he assured her , enumerating reasons with his vulgar astonishment

Her delicate slender mouth instilled in fury.

poem #2

The faithful queen, blinded by summertime sparks. Mystique imperfections, dust upon her angelic face. Passion's glaring voice, mysterious visions censor fellowship.

Invisible metamorphosis visions under a wondrous willow

Story Set up

Act 1: Ruby is extraordinary, or at least that what she choses to believe. Mother is a bit eccentric, and her dad died when she was very young. Describe her room. Start story with her in the bathroom getting ready to go.

PP1:This day because Ruby is leaving for Spain, to live abroad this summer with a spanish host family to practice and become more fluent in spanish.

Act 2: ruby is learning about the culture and the people, she makes friends learns a little about faith sinks into the relaxed Spanish culture

PP2: Finds her self not over thinking and really enjoying her life now, not worrying about collage and about what will happen next. Calls her mom to talk, an uncommon practice.

Act 3: Ruby comes back home with a warm golden hugh washed over her and a content smile, giving her a look of wisdom and happiness that she didn't have before. She is easier, smiles come effortlessly, she has a joyful spirit and new appreciation for life, love, and God.

Friend conversation

Rachel got off her phone and waited for Kate's car to pull around the corner. A dark blue tahoe pulled up in front of her, as the window rolled down she saw kate's smiling face and smiled back saying, "So, where again are we going?"
"Get in!" kate replied motioning her with her hand. Rachel opened the passenger door and climbed in, Kate made a u-turn and headed back towards the highway. Now resuming their conversation kate urged, " I told you its the greatest mall ive ever been too, your going to love it."
"i guess i need some warmer clothes anyway."
Kate laughed, " you haven't changed a bit."
"what's that supposed to mean"
" Come on, in high school, you remember when we would do this all the time, and you would always warn us to be careful with our money and not spend to much in one store"
with an abashed smile, " It was a couple months before my 16th birthday, you know that made me a little anxious"
" yeah well now we are going to have fun its summer for goodness sake! We are going to get you a hot bikini and find some studs" she stated confidently.
" well you haven't changed so much yourself"
They both laughed and chattered excitedly about plans for that summer.

Recorded Conversation

On the bus to field hockey game
girl 1 -> Ok, really we are lost (glances out the window
girl 2 -> It hasnt really been that long, i mean if you think about it its way shorter that even Kinkaid
girl 1-> uhh yeah i guess...AHH! This is a joke! (trying to read out of history textbook but the bus is hitting every pothole)
girl 2 -> (grabs girl 1's water off her backpack) why smartwater
girl 1 -> oh ha-ha i dunno my mom is just obsessed with Costco and she like buys those packs of like 12.
girl 2 -> oh cool
girl 1 -> (grabs water back and flips over bottle) Look read it sometimes there are really funny ones
girl 2 -> (smiles) ha the little fish
girl 1 -> yeah thats on all of them.

Stealing

Stephanie lugged her sizable bag over her shoulder and coolly strolled into Claudia’s; her favorite boutique, located on Harper Street. Her brown suede flats made a barely audible sound clack against the wood floors as she entered the shop. One employee was busy with another customer behind the counter, saying something about a new shipment. The other girl was on the phone, fiendishly scribbling something into a pad. This was her chance, Stephanie walked around the warm small shop, stopping every so often to feel a textured blouse or dress. She walked up to a manikin standing next to a rack of blouses stacked up . As she turned her back on the employees she swiftly snatched up a red casual camisole and shoved it into her bag. Her eyes darted nervously back and forth between check out counter and the door. Breathing a little uneasily she closed her eyes and repeated the mantra: stay calm in her mind over and over. She briskly walked to the door, it was not going well, her hands were shaking. She was in panic mode but only looked slightly narcotic probably to an unassuming witness. When she made it out the door she took a deep breath of relief, calming herself with the smell of the crisp smoggy air. Now walking slower and calmly she released a small giggle of nervous relief, feeling more and more pleased as she walked farther away from the shop.

cheesy writing

There was an old lady she had 3 cats. As she sat in her rocking chair on her front porch drinking ice tea her cat managed somehow to escape her house. She saw it run to a tree in her garden and climb up a tree. She stood up dropped her glass of tea, pushed her glasses to the top of her nose and ran across the yard, nightgown and slippers still on. Her kitty midnight was trying to get down but had gotten stuck! She tried to coax it down but it was no use! The old lady trembled in fright and like a little leaf it looked as if she could blow away. She feared that the kitty would be stuck forever! She called for help but no one could hear her. All the sudden who should come around the corner but old farmer Dan. Ma'm he said as he tipped his hat from inside his red ford pick up truck. The old lady said "oh farmer dan please help me, my cat is stuck in this here tree!". He replied, " well sure i will, i'm not as young as i ust'a be but i think i can handle this, iv'e got a ladder in the back of my truck.""oh thank you!", exclaimed the old lady. So old farmer dan set the ladder against the tree climbed up and retrieved the kitty back for the old lady. She said,"how ever can i repay you?". He said"well shucks, it would be nice if maybe i could share a glass of that fine tea with ya". The old lady blushed and this was teh beginning of the rest of their life.

story-matic

Rachel Miser was walking around in San Francisco. Arrived here in her new home just hours ago and was walking up the steep sidewalks making her way to the golden gate bridge. On her way their she passed a variety of shops and resturants but she wouldnt be distracted, not today, she she had her mind set on the Golden Gate Bridge. After about a 15 minunte walk she arrived and was comforted by the beautiful view. It was the only thing she remembered from the trip she took with her family in something like 7th grade. Tonight would be her first night alone, without family, even a roommate. She was in a tiny dorm located on the south wing of the small campus. It was her first year at FIDM( Fashion Institute of Design & Merchandising), it was an exciting leap towards independence and growing up. As Rachel gazed longly at the beautiful water and the golden gate bridge she was filled with a comforting feeling of home. She took some pictures and made some notes, she was planning a making a design inspired by the beauty of the san francisco coast. She sat on bench with the breathtaking view in front of her as her muse and started reviewing her notes and brainstorming ideas. She saw a dirty pair of navy converse coming towards her out of her peripheral vision. She turned her head and made eye contact with the owner. Right there from the get-go her crush started. She stammered and glanced awkwardly at the ground and then back into his expectant face. She felt her blush creeping up over her face and gave a smile and a quite hi. He cleared his throat and said" um yeah hi, Im going school here in california this year and uh, um well i was wondering if you were a fellow writer"with a glance at her notebook and pen in hand . She blushed a little deeper, and regaining control of her self, confidently stated that she was not but was in fact studying to be a designer of some sort specifically undecided. As they chatted Rachel discover that he was a Freshman as well and had also just moved here, only a month earlier.

the philosophy teacher kicks the cat

It was raining Mr. Peters had a cup of warm coffee in his hand and was enjoying the smell of fresh baked bread as he sat at a local cafe in paris France. This was the life he though to him self he could see him self retiring her, it wouldn't be two long from now anyway. He was a 57 year old Philosophy teacher, teaching at Cornell University. The class was currently taking a trip to France to do a brief study on the Philosophy of French life. In this moment with a handful of his students they were soaking up the Parisian lifestyle. Inside the cozy cafe he had taken shelter in, he was sitting at the window watching people rush into shops to avoid the rain and a pair of lovers walking hand in hand casting go goo eyes at each other, oblivious of the rain. As he shifted in his chair his phone went off jerking him back out of his head with a loud shrill -briiing, followed by obnoxious vibrations. In his alarm he spilled his coffee on his white button down shirt and in reaction bolted out of his seat, getting annoyed glances in his direction. He answered the phone and the first thing he hears is his wife shouting, she never understood that you didnt have to shout for people to hear you over the phone. She was shouting, JOhn!, I cant hear you!! AS he walked outside, Stained shirt and all a cab swings around the corner and splashes him soaking his shoes! With a frustrated huff he turns around and runs into a cat brushing up aginst his leg. The philosophy teacher kicks the cat. ---and marches away

Fiction machine story from 1 sentance

The traffic cop broke the door. It came down with a thunderous crack and a thud as it fell to the floor. Eddie and his team rushed in like a swarm of ants. Guns cocked and loaded, ready for anything. Through the long hallway was a single door which seemed to glow due to the small skylight above it. Eddie went ahead halfway down the narrow hallway, made the signal that the coast was clear, beaconing his team onwards. This door was unlocked and slightly ajar. It was dark inside, the men filed in gun first and spread out around the room. A light switch was found and in an instant flipped on. The room was circular and

Fiction Machine

The philosophy teacher kicked the cat
The surgeon sang the song
The con-man hit the door
The traffic cop broke the door

CHARACTERISTICS AND FEARS

Words that Describe me
independent
clumsy
scatterbrained
observant
short- tempered
Happy
Nice
understanding
impatient
respectful
adventurous.
FEARS
chid birth
being alone forever
marriage
parents death
Not being able a good job that i love
Brother's life

Craigslist

Hello my name is Kim. I've been busy stress with work. I've just been traveling alot because i've been going from high school to high school speaking about how i over came my drug addictions and so on. Anyway this week i was going through some old stuff. I was thinking about holding a garage sale or something to earn a little money to spend on my trip to speak in New Yprk next week,and i came across my old bike. From my high school and collage days my ex-boyfriend and i had bought these cool blue sporty motorcycles. We were involved in drugs and just living the life of a rebel. Too cool for school and what not, so now 30 something years later it has been re-discovered. Selling this piece really finalizes the goodbye of my former life.

Future me

The click of her heels against the street pavement, the honking taxi's, and the drills of near by construction all set they mood as Sara Nelson makes her way to work. The smell of productivity is in the air, with a brown crocodile skin birkin bag on her arm and a magazine clutched to her side she approached the glass building and entered through the swiveling doors. Today was a special day unlike other days. Today was the day that october issue would debut. Why is this so special? Well it just so happens that Sara had written a story for that issue. It was her first published piece and as she got in the elevator she stared at the numbers with jittery anticipation as it got closer and closer to the 11th floor. As the doors opened, she confidently strutted into the spacious office i walk right up to Beths office and plop the magizine on her desk. Beth is my boss basicly,thankfuly we get along very well. She swivels around in her chair with the magizine already in her hand with an apporving smirk on her face.

Say goodbye

goodbye sniffly noses.

goodbye acne.

goodbye tests.

goodbye sibling rivialry.

goodbye timed mile.

goodbye summer

goodbye frizz

goodbye bright nail polish

goodbye patent leather

goodbye long nails

goodbye squeaky chairs

goodbye pencils without erasers

goodbye depressing movies

goodbye darkness

goodbye procrastination

goodbye bitter parents

goodbye grumpy morning people

goodbye inconsiderate drivers

goodbye line cutters

goodbye negative thoughts

goodbye doubt

goodbye idleness

goodbye embarrassment

goodbye aquwardness

goodbye to silence

goodbye to boredom

goodbye to playing it safe

goodbye fear of being alone

subtotals

Number of dogs i've had: 2. Number of years i played sims: 7. Measure of height: 5'2 feet. Number of years i've been in school: 11. Times i have hated my parents: 90. Times i have loved them: 200. Number of times i've turned down fun things because of hectic schedule: 79. Number of times i've gone out of the country: 6. Number of countries i've been too: 4. Number of times i've seen snow: 11. Times iv'e tied my shoes: 500,000. Number of people i actually knew that have died: 2. Number of times i have dressed up for halloween: 15. Number of flowers i've smelled: 4,000. Number of high-fives i've received: 55,000.

Number of times been to church: 1750. Number of houses i've lived in: 11. Number of times i've painted my nails : 700. Number of times i've tied my shoes: 500,000. Number of times i've forgotten something 1792. Number of hersheys kisses eaten: 7,468. Number of times run barefoot: 309. Number of times caught my hair in my jacket. Number of times said no: 623,000. Number of times said mabye: 924,785. Number of times said yes:898,000.

Family Story

My dad, david, was a character, the cool older brother was the image he represented. He tells me what a stellar athlete he was and what a cool guy he was, making the Varsity football his freshman year of high school. The story i remember and enjoy most was not about sports but about his sisters. David has three sisters in which he is the oldest sibling. It goes David, Pam, Julie, and Becky. Being an older brother seems to come with inevitable amounts of teasing, bothering and annoying any younger siblings. He filled these shoes well. One night while the his parents went out to dinner and he was in charge. Well it just so happens that Julie had been in a fight with "mom and dad" and was crying and angry. She had wanted to go to the movies on Saturday night but was now grounded due to her disrespectful attitude. Julie, in a fit of rage told david, "i just want to run away, i'm just going to runaway". David being the conniving brother he was, though it would be funny to let her, in fact encourage her. He said ok and helped her pack a suitcase and said "well Julie, you better hurry mom and dad will be home soon". So Julie left and just started down the long narrow side walk on there street, lugging her suitcase behind her as hot tears streamed down her face.

WORD GAME- sixth sense card

Oh the experiences i have have with notes from my jealous husband every time i wear shorts in public he writes me little notes and puts them in my dresser drawer saying that I should not wear them and it is inappropriate for a married woman. To this i say i have free will and that he shouldn't be so jealous. He hates that i have guy friends or even talk to the any males in general. Iv'e tried to help him see my side of the story by introducing him to my friends and having him talk with them but he says its not the same. One time when i was talking to my old boyfriend from collage he accused my of cheating and punched my ex boyfriend in the face. My husband, Burt, is not a violent man, but he was just so angry at me. He is in counseling now. anyway my ex had to go to the emergency room and blood was everywhere i was screaming at Burt in fury, asking him how far he was really going to take this jealously thing. he was a little shocked at the damage he had done and just retreated to our room upstairs. I called hecticly the ambulance and rode to the hospital with him when we got there i turned around, heard the surgeons footsteps behind me. And he said everything would be fine and my Ex would probably just have a badly bruised nose. Seconds later Burt called me on my cell, i answered reluctantly and said " what do ou wnat now!" He said, "im really sorry... i over reacted but, Sallys missing". I gasped speechless, what i stammerd what do you mean. He explained that she was walking around the house and must have escaped out the door. Suddenly from behind me i heard the pathetic, lonesome whine of a lost dog. I spunn around to see sally sitting outside of the doors wimpering looking inside for me.

Beliefs and objects

Objects/ places

1. My Journal from middle school

2. My room- defines me

3. The west U carnival

4. Martha Stewart Magazines

5. My bike

6. My Bible

7. The kitchen

8. Peru

9. Books

10. My Ipod- the music i have describes me

Values/belifs

1. Jesus Christ

2.Your family should always be there for you

3. You really cant hate anyone

4. Laughter is the best way to start a friendship

5. Animals have feelings..

6. Divorce is not a solution

7. People don't mean half the things i say

8. Decorations make people happier

9.You have to work hard to be sucsessful

10. never give up

CLUSTERING

Martha Stewart magazines and Being Weird in a non- pretentious way is good.

Well i am weird in a non pretentious way about Martha Stewart magazines.. Ever since was in like 6th grade i have loved them. I have kept all of them too! they are all in a green cubby like drawer in the book case in my room. Its very heavy, but every now and then ill pull it out and look for ideas in it. I love to decorate for holidays especially halloween, because i love pumpkins and its so fun. I also like to make cookies and things like that to give to the neighbors for easter or halloween so i also love the last page where in each magazine it had a different type of cookie on the last page. I also love martha stewart magazines because i have always loved her lifestyle, being crafty and gardening and baking. Making beautiful things and the genius-ly beautiful way she puts some rooms together, i love the simplicity. Also the lifestyle of living in the country at an old farm house and being independent. I feel like thats the vibe i have always loved about martha stewart. Reading those magazines make you think more creatively and are just really entertaining for me. Its kind of embarrassing though because your typical teenager defiantly wouldn't think that was interesting, probably boring. Of my friends that know they make fun of me and think its hilarious, like i'm reading like the favorite magazine of all 60 year old women. But i laugh to because it is kind of funny that i like them.