Poetry Jornal

Wasted Hope

A stack of pancakes 

Drenched with syrup

Are they mine?

Inching closer 

Daring to hope

Did they change their mind?

Prayers answered

Stumbling to the the table

reaching blindly

Suddenly

A flash of pudgy skin knocking me down

Heart sinking

They never change their minds

  

The morning I wrote this piece was one of my Harry Potter days. Harry Potter day are when I will think about Harry all day. Those are days when I'm most likey to have lively debates over Harry Potter. I believe this could of happened at the Dursley's house, maybe age 7. I chose this piece because of my slight obsession with all things wizarding. It was originally written on October 5 as a paragraph. I thought this would be interesting because I only have 3 paragraphs written. Two of them are me venting about random stuff. I believe that this is like Harry because of how he fixates on food. If I had just written a paragraph/poem on bullying it could be many characters. But the pudgy skin of Dudly and the hope Harry still has despite everything is why I believe this to be a Harry Potter like poem. During the revision process I simply removed connecting words and changed every important sentence into a phrase. Some of the sentences were left as is. There was a lot of useless information. So my paragraph of 3 quarters of a page became to a few frases in an interesting order. I split the frases in three because of the importance the author places on the number three. 3 Dursleys, the golden trio, etc. the last phrase is by itself because in the beginning Harry is by himself, and in the end it is Harry who has to fight by himself. 

 

Independent reading

If you know me in any true capacity,then you know that I love to read. In past years you wouldn't see me without a book on hand. Recently I have all my books on my phone. But even if you don't see me without a book, I'll be talking about books. 

After regaling you with potential useless information I'm sure your wondering why in the world am I telling you all of this is the first question I see on my bright computer screen as I sit in my dark room.  "How many books did you finish?" This question isn't new too me, however those who ask never get a satisfactory response. The true and utmost fact of the matter is, I don't know. How ever I do remember the highlights. Of the potentially hundreds of books I've read this school year only 9 books were truly exceptional. I think this number is smaller than past years due to less time. If you account for homework, speech and debate, key club, my brother, and social obligations, most of my reading time has been sucked away. 

I read a wide variety of of books, at times I read extremely difficult philosophical books and at others children's books. However this year I have gravitated  towards non fiction and realistic fiction. Nonfiction and realistic fiction are a challenge for me because I love fantasy. Things that can't possibly exist are my passion. Fantastical stories with mysterious creatures have always been exciting. Forcing myself to read those types of books keeps my feet on the ground  and head out of the clouds.

I have never truly been able to choose a best book or series. I'll make a decision and 5 seconds later choose another. So book I choose know won't be the same as one I chose 6 minutes from now. As I sit here typing the one that comes in is the killer instinct. It's part of the naturals series. I choose this because I laughed the most reading this book and the author has this really interesting style of writing. 

I plan on reading an unknown number of books. Of this books I read 10 should be interesting and well written books. They will be 250 to 1000 pages long. I believe most will be either nonfiction or realistic fiction. A few may be fantasy. I will read potentially all levels of books as anyone can get something from any kind of book.

Reading to me is more than just a pass time or an assignment. It is my way of connecting to people. Reading the thoughts of others, even if they don't really exist, help me to break the barrier I see between myself and those around me. A book I read early on this year said something along the lines no one care what you mean, they care about what they think you mean. Not even two days later I lectured my brother on that very topic. Spiritual reading is being able to use and assimilate everything you read into your life. I believe that I have always read deeply, many of my beliefs and thoughts are shaped by great and commendable authors. Reading deeply helps me learn about the world around me. I will always read. But twenty years from know I will still remember things I've read this year and still apply them. 

These are just a few of the books I read!

Narrative😎

Assumptions

Stop making assumptions

When you can't even complete your corrections

All you want is veneration

When you don't even care about other generations

Let me tell you a trick

If you know you're weak

Get a real life and explore

That when you're alone, you can't roar

There isn't any sincerity in your world

Like when you get scolded, you'll curl

But a period after you'll swear

Just to cover up and say it wasn't fair

Hamytaf Hushes

The theme for my story is think before you act. Don't make assumptions. In my narrative I rush my decisions. I don't stop and think. I assume is 8 am instead of 8 pm. I rush downstairs and almost slip. I also assume that it's morning because I fell asleep.

The theme of my poem is one assumption can cause a lot of mistakes. The poem talks about the process we go through when me make an incorrect assumption. We justify it to ourselves and everyone else. We lie about it. Finally we try to cover it up. We make a lot of stupid decisions based on an incorrect belief.