tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55332317698418188112023-06-20T21:23:47.028-07:00Cartwheeling ThroughAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12517734194128906394noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533231769841818811.post-1027629434483009572013-10-16T16:09:00.000-07:002013-10-16T16:09:01.378-07:00Just Coffee<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<i>Notice
me you cute little shit!</i> I think before ordering my coffee. I take a glance
at the corner even though I know he’s still there. </div>
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I grab my cuppa and sit down at my
normal table pulling out my laptop, going through the motions to start my
homework because my brain is in shambles. </div>
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I exasperatedly whisper to myself, “What
do I even <i>do</i>?” I notice a shadow fall
over my computer.</div>
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“You could start by saying hi?”</div>
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Startled, I close my laptop. <i>Why the hell did I just? </i>“Oh hi,” I say
tentatively, “I’m Caroline.”</div>
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“I’m Mark,” he sits down. “What
were you doing?” he asks and points at my closed laptop.</div>
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“I was just starting on an
assignment for one of my classes.” I am suddenly hyper aware of every one of my
movements, so I put my hands around my coffee cup to appear less awkward, “and
you?” I remove one hand from the cup to point at his things still at the other
table.</div>
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“Nothing terribly exciting” he
says, then taking a sip of his coffee. </div>
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“I should probably get back to
work” I wrench my hands off of my coffee and open my laptop, giving them
something to do. </div>
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“See you next week?” </div>
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“Of course”</div>
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--</div>
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I walk in the door and look over to
his table, as always. He’s not there. I frantically glance around as I walk up
to the cashier. He’s sitting at my table today.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12517734194128906394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533231769841818811.post-57416875298851588482013-04-16T23:55:00.000-07:002013-04-16T23:55:22.237-07:00Prompt: Boats<br />
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I love the feeling I get when I’m on a boat. I most frequent
water taxis rather than ferries. The constant up down, the sun is usually glinting
off the water through my sunglasses and into my eyes but I don’t stop staring. The
feeling I get in my stomach when we drop from a big wave, adrenaline washing
over, wanting it again. I listen to the waves crashing and watch the white
water turning from our wake. I’m headed somewhere, and the boat is what’s
taking me there. </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12517734194128906394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533231769841818811.post-37121489823020833342013-04-03T14:57:00.003-07:002013-10-16T19:25:56.402-07:00Stream of Consciousness: Bus and Feelings<span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">I'm sitting on the bus surrounded by strangers and my mind is all over the place. generally, though it''s on you. to quote The Lizzie Bennet Diaries, and Darcy, specifically, "I was in the middle before i knew it had begun". it really sums up the way i feel about this whole situation. it hadn't been until i said it out loud that i really knew i meant it. I like you. Who is 'you'? The internet doesn't know, hell, I don't even know. I know your name, I know what you look like, and I know what your voice sounds like. But I don't know you. and that scares me a little. I don't know how to strike up a conversation with you. fuck, i'm not even good at this 'boy' thing. I'm so lost with it all. but maybe that's okay. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">(i did this on the bus last night and it felt so good to just get this off my chest)</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12517734194128906394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533231769841818811.post-34636621806446608282013-04-02T18:56:00.000-07:002013-04-02T18:56:22.228-07:00blissmy sleepy brain<br />
sees your face<br />
as i walk into the room<br />
<br />
sip coffee<br />
wake up some<br />
i lean on your shoulder<br />
feeling the bliss<br />
<br />
(i'm going to be attempting BEDA! look out for poems, flash fictions and stream of consiousness)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12517734194128906394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533231769841818811.post-35124329334288017682013-03-31T20:17:00.000-07:002013-03-31T20:17:24.289-07:00getting to know youi dont know how to dress<br />
the idea of you makes me nervous<br />
sitting beside me<br />
and i barely know your name<br />
<br />
laughing, joking, conversing<br />
getting to know you<br />
slightly<br />
<br />
(its about a boy at school. and i wrote this right before class the other day)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12517734194128906394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533231769841818811.post-18519605841057562612013-03-26T22:45:00.002-07:002013-03-26T22:45:15.960-07:00in my dreams<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
I try to rub the sleepiness from my eyes</div>
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They still droop</div>
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Coffee would only make things worse</div>
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I’d stay up too late</div>
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And I wouldn’t be able to just sit in bed</div>
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With only you on my mind</div>
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<br /></div>
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And maybe this way</div>
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You’ll actually stay in my dreams</div>
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<br /></div>
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<br /></div>
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(i literally wrote this in 5 minutes because just needed to shove something out)</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12517734194128906394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533231769841818811.post-65611384751708532372013-03-06T22:42:00.000-08:002013-03-06T22:42:00.127-08:00UntitledWe all get up in a hurry, we playing collectively, one of our favourite games of the week. The sun has gone down behind the mountain and we've sung our campfire closing song, Taps. I run past John wanting to make it up to the dining hall first, and by doing so, it is immediately made a race. He wins, of course, being 6' 3" and all. Huffing and puffing we agonizingly wait for the rest of our respective cabin mates to arrive before Arianna comes to remind us of the rules.<br />
<br />
quick in class freewrite of an idea i'm forming for a creative essay (i'll post the creative 'write your own story' essay once its written)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12517734194128906394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533231769841818811.post-42343866371666532142013-02-02T23:19:00.002-08:002013-02-02T23:22:18.496-08:00Innocent<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
Its late, probably 2 AM,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Robert is reading and Johnny Cash plays.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Under a duvet</div>
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Him and I lying together in the darkness,</div>
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I'm not getting up unless he does. </div>
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He doesn’t. </div>
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<br /></div>
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So, side by side on the couch, we sleep together</div>
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In the most innocent sense of the phrase</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12517734194128906394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533231769841818811.post-58806170721571105632012-12-08T00:05:00.000-08:002012-12-08T00:05:11.099-08:00As if it could be Anything Else<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
The golden sun peeking over the trees</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
it feels like ten degrees</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
despite it being late summer</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
But time is flying by</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Stylish in our pajamas</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
and a constant zombie state</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
the cereal bowls clang</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
no thoughts of the city nearby</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Expecting normality</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Saved by the strange</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Waiting would be disastrous</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
first is to get a seat</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Fighting non-stop laughter</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
to maybe get through the meeting</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Plastic swords</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Answers to questions</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Watch a movie and</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
we all lie on someone else</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
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And to believe I thought this place had changed</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12517734194128906394noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533231769841818811.post-89691631413802459242012-10-26T23:39:00.001-07:002012-10-26T23:39:25.810-07:00Used To Know<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
The first time I went to competitive</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I was 8 and nervous</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Crossing to the other side of the gym</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I was told to follow Alita</div>
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And I did just that for warm-up</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The Kona Winds is a large boat</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
It took me to and from Gambier until it broke</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And I would always sit on the top deck</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Except for once; we played cards</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I lost and was dared to lick the window</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I did</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I have a sister</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Our height is on a wall</div>
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Marked with a pencil</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Just down the hall</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I know she is sleeping</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
When I hear a thunk</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
On the wall that we share</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The stop lights were horizontal in <st1:place w:st="on">Calgary</st1:place></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
and the floor for gymnastics was bouncy</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
the White Spot had just reopened and my mom and Michelle</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
had Bellinis with dinner</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
We found the crawlspace in our cabin</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
This one time at band camp</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
There were mysterious blue crystals in a Ziploc bag</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
We never found out what they were</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
But it was a resounding ‘yes’ from my cabin mates for drugs</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The Crown Motel</div>
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Has a lousy “heated” pool</div>
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We would float around on our air mattresses</div>
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And once I got pushed in</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
towel included</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I saw campers setting up a bed</div>
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In the middle of the cabin area</div>
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For no apparent reason</div>
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They even brought out the broom and garbage can</div>
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Turns out that it was their counselors’</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I got a picture of him jumping onto it</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Telling my coaches I was quitting</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Tears and heartbreak</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Not only for me, but for them</div>
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I would have been moving up a level</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
This is what I used to know</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
(my prof <i>really</i> liked this poem that i put in my portfolio, so I thought I'd share. i took the idea from Julia Nunes song This is What I Used To Know, but made the stories my own (with a slight exception to the third stanza))</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12517734194128906394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533231769841818811.post-26306600707046417142012-10-08T20:41:00.000-07:002012-10-08T20:41:46.995-07:00Silver<br />
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Eloquence, Grace, Beauty,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Strength</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I stand making sweaty footprints</div>
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Hoping</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
That I have these qualities</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Waiting</div>
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Wiping my palms on my leo,</div>
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assigning a smile to my face</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The green flag goes up</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
stepping forward I raise my arms</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
making sure my fingers are proper</div>
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Present</div>
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<br /></div>
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Run, jump on the board, land on the beam on one leg.</div>
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Wobble</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12517734194128906394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533231769841818811.post-35308806315824791472012-09-28T15:14:00.000-07:002012-09-28T15:14:28.580-07:00On The Way Therethe boat ride<br />
up, down, up, down<br />
that feeling in your stomach<br />
when you feel like falling<br />
<br />
sunglasses on<br />
the sun gleaming off the water<br />
makes it shiny<br />
mesmerizing<br />
<br />
an 's' shape takes us<br />
into the bay<br />
the land and water<br />
becoming all the more familiar<br />
<br />
we get closer<br />
more and more excited<br />
the boat slows<br />
and we know its mere minutes<br />
<br />
nothing ever really changes<br />
but maybe that's the best partAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12517734194128906394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533231769841818811.post-1208485349472583572012-09-26T10:52:00.000-07:002012-09-26T10:52:53.228-07:00Broken<br />
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It’s possible I was going slightly insane</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The heat, the hill, the island</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
All possible contributions</div>
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To this ridiculous mental state</div>
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<br /></div>
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Now that I’m home</div>
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I don’t know what to think.</div>
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Is this just part of ‘the rule’?</div>
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Or is it just another exception?</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
‘The Rule’.</div>
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5 to start, 9 in the middle, 3 to end,</div>
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We rate you.</div>
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It rarely fails me.</div>
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<br /></div>
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I think it has for the second time ever.</div>
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I sit here with butterflies in my stomach</div>
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While glancing over to make sure </div>
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You’re real</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12517734194128906394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533231769841818811.post-35340609935118639742012-09-20T15:30:00.002-07:002012-09-20T15:32:58.641-07:00Scoop Me Up<br />
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I wish we fell asleep.</div>
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The lights had been turned out</div>
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But our paranoia of being seen laying on the couch</div>
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Prevented us from doing so.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My self deprecation is lessened by your laughter</div>
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until I remember I’m not photogenic and I feel </div>
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like I should’ve smashed your phone for that picture</div>
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<br /></div>
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I still wanted you to scoop me up, however.</div>
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Naturally, I assumed I’d live through.</div>
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I deserved to know one thing: ‘did you know.’</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Looking up at the stars hoping that the shattered trust</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
wont be outweighed by the chemistry I believe we have.</div>
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The forgiveness I want, isn’t going to happen, is it?</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
This goddamn circumstance.</div>
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I’m convinced she is jealous,</div>
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but I must contemplate the truth.</div>
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<br /></div>
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<br /></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
assignment: come up with a constraint, create a poem. </div>
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my constraint: pick 5 songs, take 5 words from each song, and incorporate those words into the poem</div>
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i used words from the songs on Julia Nunes' I Think You Know EP</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12517734194128906394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533231769841818811.post-69730906755463924802012-09-07T16:14:00.001-07:002012-09-07T16:15:03.976-07:00I RememberI remember when our Counselor, Crystal, said to our cabin "poopy serious", her phrase for having a serious talk. we thought we were in trouble, but instead she took us down to the dock and we hung out there before going to bed.<br />
<br />
I remember watching Kristi break her ankle. i was on the upstairs tumble track.<br />
<br />
I remember joking about Reindeer right before i broke my own ankle.<br />
<br />
I remember that it was Thanksgiving Sunday and my dad had to make all of the dinner. We didnt eat until 8pm, when i got home with a plaster cast on my foot.<br />
<br />
I remember what the gym looked like when i went to Calgary.<br />
<br />
I remember the first video I watched that got me hooked on the vlogbrothers. it was 'people who love giraffes who love giraffes'. I though John was funny.<br />
<br />
I remember watching the Quest videos in theme sessions one year at Camp.<br />
<br />
I remember when I switched from cabin 14 to cabin 13.<br />
<br />
I remember my dad letting me help him vacuum. I got to do under the couch cushions.<br />
<br />
I remember the playground at Kilarney Center. The red slide was my favourite.<br />
<br />
I remember the saying my 8th grade socials teacher had, "you can only use the word 'almost' in horseshoes, and hand grenades."<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
(i am again in a creative writing course, so i'll be posting more stuff YAY!<br />
the above work is an activity we did in class based on Joe Brainards book<i> I Remember, </i>a book that i happened to read for a different english course last semester. the book is written only in I Remember statements, and my prof had us do the exercise as a way to introduce ourselves)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12517734194128906394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533231769841818811.post-17101846938127054302012-05-20T21:44:00.000-07:002012-05-20T22:11:37.461-07:00Inside<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
Sometimes I hate this</div>
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bottling up my feelings</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
keeping them inside</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I pretend to be happy</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
showing the world I can handle</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
what it has thrown my way</div>
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Inside, my brain stews</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
thinking things over </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
more than is necessary</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Tears welling, I run,</div>
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my bed and room provide the</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
comfort I need to express my feelings</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12517734194128906394noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533231769841818811.post-25727447642058900032012-04-12T17:54:00.000-07:002012-04-12T17:54:47.777-07:00Mornings<br />
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Dusty,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Allergies,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Sore hips.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
These mattresses are horrible.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Beep beep beep</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Rolling over</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Fumbling with her phone</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She turns off the alarm</div>
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Door opens</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Blanket dragging, I walk</div>
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The couches. Sitting</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Leaning against people</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Bed head, morning breath</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Everyone has sleepy eyes</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Smelling bacon</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Coffee wakes us up, only a bit. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
What truly wakes us up</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And causes a flurry of movement</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Is the call</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Breakfast”</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12517734194128906394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533231769841818811.post-53894866400183970672012-04-10T17:12:00.001-07:002012-04-10T17:12:38.935-07:00Lantern<br />
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We haven’t played a camp wide game
yet, and we are already having cocoa. This must mean one thing: we are playing
Lantern! Mug and cocoa in hand, my cabin talks this over at our table. </div>
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“Guys, Lantern is tonight!” Kelsey
brings the topic up.</div>
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“YES!” I yell excitedly.</div>
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“So how are we going to do this,
none of us have ever won. We need to talk strategy” Kathleen states.</div>
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“Are we going to stick together?”
Lauren suggests.</div>
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“That never works.” I shut that
idea down.</div>
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“So just free for all then, I
guess” Sabrina joins in the conversation</div>
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“That’s likely what’s going to
happen anyway. We’re going to lose each other if we try to stay together
anyway” Kathleen agrees as Amber starts clapping to get the rest of the
camper’s attention. </div>
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“You know what to do, wipe your
tables down and flip the benches, and you can head down to campfire.”</div>
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Everyone stands up and starts
moving. Kelsey and Sabrina go grab a wet cloth to wipe the table down, as they
were assigned as ‘gophers’ and cleaned up dinner, so they get to clean up now
as well. We flip the benches and head down to campfire, my cocoa not quite
finished as usual. I like to drink it slow so I have some at campfire. </div>
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We sing some classic songs, I Don’t
Wanna Go To Artaban, Cornermaster Store, and Arky Arky, as well as my favourite
slow song Rose Red:</div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Rose
rose rose red</i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Will
I ever see thee wed</i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I
will marry at thy will, sire</i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">At
thy will</i></div>
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<br /></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Ding
dong ding dong</i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Wedding
bells on an April morn</i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Carve
your name on a moss covered stone</i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">On
a moss covered stone</i></div>
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<br /></div>
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We do our normal high pitched
“goodnight campers” before Amber goes up on the platform to do some
announcements. </div>
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“Most of you are aware that we are
playing lantern tonight!” she says, and a Wooo! immediately follows, “you guys
should already be in long sleeves and pants and have closed toed shoes on. But
before we meet in front of the dining hall in 10 minutes, I’m allowing you all
to go put away your mugs and change into the clothes you want to play in. go
ahead”</div>
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It’s dark enough to require our
flashlights to walk up the hill to the cabins. Once there I change into the
black long sleeve shirt I brought just to play lantern in, and into my navy
blue sweatpants. </div>
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The object of the game is to not be
seen by the counselors that have flashlights. They flash it on you if they see
you, while in the dark. If they see you, you have to travel back down the hill
to the bottom and start your quest for the ‘lantern’, which is usually a glow
stick. </div>
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Tonight we are playing in the
section of forest beside the craft hut. This is my favourite place to play as
there are lots of bushes and logs to hide behind. As soon as the game
officially starts we all ‘disappear’ with the exception of Rob, as he decided
to continue to wear his neon yellow sweater. Needless to say, he was the first
person to get caught. </div>
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I inch along the ground, and I
pause behind a log, trying to figure out where the other counselors are. “You
with the glasses and brown hair” a male voice says, shining the flashlight
right in my eyes. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Well, I guess there’s a
counselor there </i>I think sarcastically to myself. I figure out a way to get
back to the bottom, and head back up, taking a different route; I don’t want to
get caught again. </div>
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I’m about 3/4 of the way up the
hill, and I can see the green glow stick clearly. I just need to figure out a
way to get across, as it is to the left of me. As I’m lying on the ground, head
up, making sure I’m not getting caught, someone steps on my hand “Ow!” I
whisper loudly, as to not give myself away too badly. I slowly inch myself forward,
hoping I don’t get seen by the counselor who is nearby. While doing this, I see
the glow stick move and a girl yells out “WOOOHOOO!” Of course I didn’t win, I
never win at this game, I just always get close. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12517734194128906394noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533231769841818811.post-71006965083117629492012-04-09T21:34:00.000-07:002012-04-09T21:35:02.280-07:00The Kitchen<br />
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The November chill</div>
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Is in the air as I</div>
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Crunch down the</div>
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Gravel path towards</div>
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The courtyard</div>
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<br /></div>
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My purple and green</div>
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Rain boots slush</div>
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In the mud</div>
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That was created </div>
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By last night’s rain</div>
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<br /></div>
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Sleep deprived,</div>
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Full of caffeine</div>
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I walk past the green fence</div>
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After last night</div>
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I can handle a little cleaning</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12517734194128906394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533231769841818811.post-55499798695248191382012-04-08T23:16:00.000-07:002012-04-08T23:16:26.095-07:00Doctor Who?<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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“Hello, I’m The Doctor”</div>
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“Doctor Who?”</div>
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Is the joke</div>
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About the British tv show</div>
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The TARDIS</div>
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Is old and blue</div>
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Something borrowed</div>
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A telephone box</div>
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That is bigger on the inside</div>
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<br /></div>
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The Doctor</div>
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From Gallifrey</div>
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An alien</div>
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Out to save all of us humans</div>
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<br /></div>
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The Companion</div>
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Who kicks ass</div>
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And tags along</div>
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For all the great adventures</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12517734194128906394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533231769841818811.post-55224619633552425542012-04-04T22:33:00.003-07:002012-04-04T22:35:28.732-07:00The Playground<b>Recess</b><br />
yellow monkey bars<br />
the perfect width<b></b><br />
for my hands and my hips<b></b><br />
to do pullovers and back hip circles<br />
"show off" they scream<br />
as i easily flip my body over the bar<br />
I jump down landing lightly on my feet<br />
while tears start to form in my eyes<br />
<br />
<b>Lunch</b><br />
blue rings<br />
i flip myself up to the top<br />
onto the wood holding them<br />
"Grounders!" you yell<br />
blindingly feeling out in front of you<br />
you cant tag me, cant reach me<br />
and suddenly there is a new rule<br />
i cant use my strengths to my advantageAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12517734194128906394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533231769841818811.post-65853876029984675022012-02-16T22:48:00.001-08:002012-02-16T22:49:19.701-08:00Summer Camp<br />
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Summer Camp</div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
I
step off the boat onto the wobbly lower dock. I take my sunglasses off my head
and put them over my eyes so the glare from the sun off the water is slightly
bearable. I walk up the ramp, steep because of the low tide. It’s windy down
here. I make note of things, the house on the point, the red railings, Snake Island,
the red row boats and canoes. Everything is quiet for a moment as I remember.
Then reality snaps back as I hear the kids behind me calling out my name, but
that doesn’t matter. I’m home again for the first time since last summer. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12517734194128906394noreply@blogger.com0