Love is Like...

Love is like dandelions.

They are a weed, yes but they are different from any other weed you see. They surprise you when you wake up because they might not have been there the night before. At first you might despise them and want to pull them out...but they will always grow back. They also grow at an amazing speed, you can be surprised at how beautiful they are too. You don't even need to help them grow because they are determined to fill up your entire yard. I don't see them as a weed, as some people might think. I see them as a splash of color to your dull green yard.

My Choice

I am obssessed with Twilight. If I had the choice, I would read those books all day! I feel like every creative writing class I want to write poems about Edward (lead character).

Put out the Fire!
So you don't get so fired up. Your eyes are fired with crimson red,
as you flash your fanged teeth.
I should fire up my life, before
the gossip spreads like a forest fire.
A fire burns within my heart,
As fire burns within your throat.

This is one of my favorite poems I wrote about Edward because it shows how Bella is always tempted to give into Edward.

Dandelions (Work in Progress!)

Like snapping your fingers they pop from the ground.
Unable to pull or cut,
Their determination is profound.

Above these wicked ugly stems,
Yellow sunbursts shine like gems.

You despise them yet,
You can't help but feel recollected by there growing speed.

This beauty you found was not expected.
For their determination caught your attention.

And as feelings rise and stems grow,
more and more sunbursts will show.

Playing with Poetry

Rhythm: regular or irregular intervals in the same or a modified form.

Rhyme Scheme: the pattern of rhymes used in a poem, usually marked by letters to symbolize correspondences, as rhyme royal, ababbcc.

Alliteration: commencement of two or more stressed syllables of a word group either with the same consonant sound or sound group.

Anaphora: repetition of a word or words at the beginning of two or more successive verses, clauses, or sentences.

Consonance: correspondence of sounds; harmony of sounds.

Assonance: resemblance of sounds.

...and so the stress piles on.

School is stressful. Its time consuming and I never have enough time to do what I want. In class I sit at my desk, figuring out the rest of my day and when I go to bed all I do is wonder where did the time go? I only had an hour of homework but yet, I still feel run-down...and over-worked. Maybe it's because I spend my free time worrying these days. I have a mental list that I need to finish by a certain deadline but I keep procrastinating. I worry about it, but I never get around to actually doing it. Basically, I'm thinking about my list alot longer than how long it would take to actually finish these tasks. For instance, college applications. Everything seems so complicated and fragile to me..."you have to hand in the this form before the yellow and blue but DON'T forget to hand in the red form by the end of next week!" Its just so stressful! It never ends. I thought senior year was supposed to be easy and layed back! And here I am, worrying and panicing! I just need to shut up and get those applications done!

A Love Poem By Sara Teasdale.

I Am Not Yours
Sara Teasdale

I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.

You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.

Oh plunge me deep in love, put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.

4. In this poem Sara made it pretty obvious in saying that she is not in love. And will not be in love with this person that is already infatuated with her. I thought this poem was unique because usually love poems are about either you have been hurt by love or you just found magic in love but in this poem, Sara explained how she can not make herself fall in love.
5. "Lost as a candle lit at noon". Sara used this metaphor trying to explain how she wants to be lost in that way. She wants to be lost in love.