I found a funny website that will re-dialectize any webpage or text you input (i think lol) but I decided to translate my blogspot page into redneck language lol here's the one that really made me laugh (sorry, maybe i'm crazy and it's only funny to me lol) it's found here -> http://www.rinkworks.com/dialect/ :: (hey! it turned 'jerry' into jeremiah LMAO)
I've nevah been this hyar close t'an intire class befo'e.
ah love yo' all, ah reckon.
ah will miss ev'ry sin'le second of this hyar classroom, dawgone it.
An' computer lab days will nevah be th' same ;)
Jest wanted t'express thanks t'ev'ryones... love <3
ah will nevah fo'git our pods
Jeremiah's amazin' way t'relate ev'rythin' t'a video game, an' talkin' a million miles a minute t'discuss th' potluck :)
Jacob's interrupshuns thet had nothin' t'do wif creative writin' an' yet they still mattered :P
Th' warm-ups, th' crazy warm-ups thet jest came outta nowhar, choosin' our own due dates, watchin' th' rebel repo't 'cept nevah pow'ful watchin' it...
thet day th' senio's lef' an' thar were nine of us lef'... an' nearly ev'rybody slepp ^^
Comin' t'skoo wif a daidly red eye an' bea-comin' 'rabies,' postibly mah most favo'ite nickname evah, one thin' thet ah will remember fo'evah
James Hersch an' ev'ry sin'le song thet we heard an' wrote... th' symbols of ev'ry syllable... 'rabie babies' an' th' creative writin' song, acco'din' t' th' code o' th' heells!..
Arnin' th' comment 'cute' on mah love poem, dawgone it...
Th' Potluck thet turned into an Early Thanksgivin'...
Our li'l groups islan' in th' center of th' circle...
But most of all, ah reckon... Ms. Kronzer an' Ev'ry Sin'le Student in th' class.
ah WILL MISS YOU.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Friday, November 7, 2008
Embrace
When arms connect,
it is not simply touch.
When two bodies unite,
every unheard breath
leads an orchestra of devotion.
Every heart I hear,
sings its own unspoken sonnet.
Every silent beat,
rings louder then a thousand bells.
Every pump of life that flows beneath me,
requires deep emotion.
And every ounce of love,
comes pouring out at once.
Every invisible cell of skin,
that hides a body’s soul,
contains the warmth of tiny kittens,
still buried in a mother’s wool.
Every tiny scrap of clothing,
that conceals your imperfections,
guards the depth of my emotions,
from latching on to yours.
On the surface this is normal,
it happens every day
But every sad and thoughtful smile,
speaks the words we do not say.
A quick and quaint embrace,
a knowing show of love.
A simple form of gratitude,
is all that is a hug.
it is not simply touch.
When two bodies unite,
every unheard breath
leads an orchestra of devotion.
Every heart I hear,
sings its own unspoken sonnet.
Every silent beat,
rings louder then a thousand bells.
Every pump of life that flows beneath me,
requires deep emotion.
And every ounce of love,
comes pouring out at once.
Every invisible cell of skin,
that hides a body’s soul,
contains the warmth of tiny kittens,
still buried in a mother’s wool.
Every tiny scrap of clothing,
that conceals your imperfections,
guards the depth of my emotions,
from latching on to yours.
On the surface this is normal,
it happens every day
But every sad and thoughtful smile,
speaks the words we do not say.
A quick and quaint embrace,
a knowing show of love.
A simple form of gratitude,
is all that is a hug.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Last day
I've never been this close to an entire class before.
I love you all.
I will miss every single second of this classroom.
And computer lab days will never be the same ;)
Just wanted to express thanks to everyones... love <3
I will never forget our pods
Jerry's amazing way to relate everything to a video game, and talking a million miles a minute to discuss the potluck :)
Jacob's interruptions that had nothing to do with creative writing and yet they still mattered :P
The warm-ups, the crazy warm-ups that just came out of nowhere, choosing our own due dates, watching the rebel report except never really watching it...
that day the seniors left and there were nine of us left... and nearly everybody slept ^^
Coming to school with a deadly red eye and becoming 'rabies,' possibly my most favorite nickname ever, one thing that I will remember forever
James Hersch and every single song that we heard and wrote... the symbols of every syllable... 'rabie babies' and the creative writing song...
Earning the comment 'cute' on my love poem...
The Potluck that turned into an Early Thanksgiving...
Our little groups island in the center of the circle...
But most of all... Ms. Kronzer and Every Single Student in the class.
I WILL MISS YOU.
I love you all.
I will miss every single second of this classroom.
And computer lab days will never be the same ;)
Just wanted to express thanks to everyones... love <3
I will never forget our pods
Jerry's amazing way to relate everything to a video game, and talking a million miles a minute to discuss the potluck :)
Jacob's interruptions that had nothing to do with creative writing and yet they still mattered :P
The warm-ups, the crazy warm-ups that just came out of nowhere, choosing our own due dates, watching the rebel report except never really watching it...
that day the seniors left and there were nine of us left... and nearly everybody slept ^^
Coming to school with a deadly red eye and becoming 'rabies,' possibly my most favorite nickname ever, one thing that I will remember forever
James Hersch and every single song that we heard and wrote... the symbols of every syllable... 'rabie babies' and the creative writing song...
Earning the comment 'cute' on my love poem...
The Potluck that turned into an Early Thanksgiving...
Our little groups island in the center of the circle...
But most of all... Ms. Kronzer and Every Single Student in the class.
I WILL MISS YOU.
Floating
Sometimes you think I am a rock,
Everything that is me is so plain to see.
But I’m not that easy to figure out.
I’m not a slab that you can position any which way.
Rather, I am a balloon.
I am filled with the lightest of air
I float and dance with the wind
And I’m filled with giggles and smiles.
I have skin of the thinnest rubber that
You want to believe you can
See through but I’m
Never that transparent.
I can grow and shrink,
And I can be poked,
As long as it’s not too hard.
I may be adorable
But I am fragile
And I
Can
Pop.
Connected to a string
That seems so lifeless
But it holds me back
Cut me free?
Or pull me close?
Balloons don’t live forever
And not only needles can break them.
Anything sharp,
Even a deadly personality.
Tomorrow I may be floating,
Or tied by my reins to a hand.
I will never know
Until the wind picks up
And throws me a new path.
ugh (that's not part of the poem lol just a comment :P)
Everything that is me is so plain to see.
But I’m not that easy to figure out.
I’m not a slab that you can position any which way.
Rather, I am a balloon.
I am filled with the lightest of air
I float and dance with the wind
And I’m filled with giggles and smiles.
I have skin of the thinnest rubber that
You want to believe you can
See through but I’m
Never that transparent.
I can grow and shrink,
And I can be poked,
As long as it’s not too hard.
I may be adorable
But I am fragile
And I
Can
Pop.
Connected to a string
That seems so lifeless
But it holds me back
Cut me free?
Or pull me close?
Balloons don’t live forever
And not only needles can break them.
Anything sharp,
Even a deadly personality.
Tomorrow I may be floating,
Or tied by my reins to a hand.
I will never know
Until the wind picks up
And throws me a new path.
ugh (that's not part of the poem lol just a comment :P)
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Half-done Final TMWC Poem
Hope this is much more clear...
Driving down the path of life,
on a newly paved road.
The speed never changes here,
and the trees are from an old cartoon.
To live a perfect life,
we sacrifice adventure.
Since nothing ever changes,
I feel okay to look away.
And when I look, I see, and stare,
I can only focus upon,
the intimidating eyes that are
always watching me.
There is only the empty nothingness
that surrounds the single drop of color
that is stained with a perfect
circle of blackened oil.
It is all perfectly painted upon the
steady orb that rests inside an empty cave.
Far away, and yet impossibly close by,
in the very first neighboring hollow,
its brother, its twin, everything the same,
is casually sitting alone
and completely unaware of its replica’s existence.
Suddenly I blink,
and no longer are there only eyes,
but an absolute and beautiful face.
For the first time I see
how we have been protected.
We believe that we are safe,
and that we can never be hurt.
But the world is yellow, cowardice,
as it holds back its worst from
the humans that walk upon it.
The world is red, it’s all I can see.
The blood shed by heroes,
The blood shed by dreamers,
The blood shed by me.
And when I open my eyes again,
A split second has gone,
A short simple second that held a whole eternity.
When I look again, I see
The same exact eyes, but somehow
They have changed.
I see the beauty that surrounds
The masterpiece that is
The frozen tears of an angel,
Circling a darkened soul,
Crafted upon the living globe that sits,
Embraced by a perfectly curved bed.
It cannot see its mirror image,
but it communicates.
As two eyes become one,
Everything is clear.
A lesson learned,
A life reinvented.
Okay ... this is reallllly exaggerated... i know lol
it's about when I wasn't paying attention when I was driving my snowmobile and I ran into a tree and got thirteen stitches above my right eye. :)
It wasn't really life changing but after that me and my bros had to go to snowmobile safety classes and we got yelled at for not wearing helmets (i wasn't wearing a helmet in my crash lol) and then it just made it that much more ironic when my dad got in a snowmobile accident ..... but s'all good :)
Driving down the path of life,
on a newly paved road.
The speed never changes here,
and the trees are from an old cartoon.
To live a perfect life,
we sacrifice adventure.
Since nothing ever changes,
I feel okay to look away.
And when I look, I see, and stare,
I can only focus upon,
the intimidating eyes that are
always watching me.
There is only the empty nothingness
that surrounds the single drop of color
that is stained with a perfect
circle of blackened oil.
It is all perfectly painted upon the
steady orb that rests inside an empty cave.
Far away, and yet impossibly close by,
in the very first neighboring hollow,
its brother, its twin, everything the same,
is casually sitting alone
and completely unaware of its replica’s existence.
Suddenly I blink,
and no longer are there only eyes,
but an absolute and beautiful face.
For the first time I see
how we have been protected.
We believe that we are safe,
and that we can never be hurt.
But the world is yellow, cowardice,
as it holds back its worst from
the humans that walk upon it.
The world is red, it’s all I can see.
The blood shed by heroes,
The blood shed by dreamers,
The blood shed by me.
And when I open my eyes again,
A split second has gone,
A short simple second that held a whole eternity.
When I look again, I see
The same exact eyes, but somehow
They have changed.
I see the beauty that surrounds
The masterpiece that is
The frozen tears of an angel,
Circling a darkened soul,
Crafted upon the living globe that sits,
Embraced by a perfectly curved bed.
It cannot see its mirror image,
but it communicates.
As two eyes become one,
Everything is clear.
A lesson learned,
A life reinvented.
Okay ... this is reallllly exaggerated... i know lol
it's about when I wasn't paying attention when I was driving my snowmobile and I ran into a tree and got thirteen stitches above my right eye. :)
It wasn't really life changing but after that me and my bros had to go to snowmobile safety classes and we got yelled at for not wearing helmets (i wasn't wearing a helmet in my crash lol) and then it just made it that much more ironic when my dad got in a snowmobile accident ..... but s'all good :)
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
The Accident
I stare,
I see, only focused upon,
The nothingness that surrounds
the island of an ocean
splashed with oil upon
the orb that rests in the cave.
It’s brother, it’s twin, everything the same,
casually stationed in the neighboring hollow,
And yet completely unaware of the other one’s existence.
I blink, and no longer is there something,
But absolutely everything.
The world is yellow,
It is cowardice,
Holding back it’s hell from the mortals that walk upon it.
The world is red,
The blood shed by heroes,
The blood shed by dreamers,
The blood shed by me.
And when my eyes open again,
A split second gone,
A second that held a million pounds,
I stare, I see,
The beauty that surrounds
The masterpiece that is
The frozen tears of an angel,
Enclosing a darkened soul,
Upon the globe that sits, embraced by its surroundings,
Connecting with it’s mirror image.
hmmm.... this made perfect sense when I wrote it and knew exactly what my point was but it's probably confusing... and very exaggerated compared to what really happened (i wasn't paying attention on a snowmobile and ran into a tree and got thirteen stitches.... yeah... lol)
it's supposed to sound like i'm staring life in the eyes but then i blink and it compares how the eyes seem before and after... i need to clean it up a little...
okay i'm rambling! comment! critique! judge! help! lol :)
I see, only focused upon,
The nothingness that surrounds
the island of an ocean
splashed with oil upon
the orb that rests in the cave.
It’s brother, it’s twin, everything the same,
casually stationed in the neighboring hollow,
And yet completely unaware of the other one’s existence.
I blink, and no longer is there something,
But absolutely everything.
The world is yellow,
It is cowardice,
Holding back it’s hell from the mortals that walk upon it.
The world is red,
The blood shed by heroes,
The blood shed by dreamers,
The blood shed by me.
And when my eyes open again,
A split second gone,
A second that held a million pounds,
I stare, I see,
The beauty that surrounds
The masterpiece that is
The frozen tears of an angel,
Enclosing a darkened soul,
Upon the globe that sits, embraced by its surroundings,
Connecting with it’s mirror image.
hmmm.... this made perfect sense when I wrote it and knew exactly what my point was but it's probably confusing... and very exaggerated compared to what really happened (i wasn't paying attention on a snowmobile and ran into a tree and got thirteen stitches.... yeah... lol)
it's supposed to sound like i'm staring life in the eyes but then i blink and it compares how the eyes seem before and after... i need to clean it up a little...
okay i'm rambling! comment! critique! judge! help! lol :)
Monday, September 22, 2008
Death After Dark
"What happened to her?" the man asked as he examined the bloodied body.
"We only found two perfect holes in her neck, like a bite mark," the agent replied.
"Do we have an identification?"
"Yeah, she's the woman that won the Pulitzer last week."
"Oh, you mean that article that proves why vampires don't exist?"
"We only found two perfect holes in her neck, like a bite mark," the agent replied.
"Do we have an identification?"
"Yeah, she's the woman that won the Pulitzer last week."
"Oh, you mean that article that proves why vampires don't exist?"
Thursday, September 11, 2008
The rain
It is the hour of rain. It's approximately 5:50 pm as I sit in the glow of the computer screen, writing whatever should happen to crawl across my mind, listening to the gentle tapping of rain outside the window. The baby kitten that my brother brought home today is prancing around my feet; it's minature body something amazing compared to the full-grown frame of our two year old cat. The girl from down the street has entered my lair of confinement, throwing out questions of confuzzling math and offers of fresh, crisp, tacos. I don't accept. My warm kitchen has invited me in for delicious homemade pizzas. I decide, in surrender, that I must log off the computer. Why? Because, there aren't any windows down here. I don't really know if it's raining.
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