Black Ice

Black Ice


I didnt really like the poem but i understood what the point of the poem was. I believe it was about how society crupts your mind. The poem itself gave the message but its not something I would have done. Jeffery did a good job though at explaning whats happening.

Sarah Fay ; Julissa

sarah fay
if i should have a daughter

  I really like sarah kay because shes a good spoken word artist . I feel like her and julissa write the same and think the same. I liked the poem , it was a good choice . I kinda wish i would of picked her because i liked that poem so I can just imagine how good her other poems are.Overall I think she did a good job and glad she picked her.

SLAMNATION

I like the chinese guy because he is funny and he talks about sterotypes and how people look at you and automaticly think something about you . I like his style and i also like the guy that was making fun of how spoken word is portrade . I dont have a style yet and im not going to copy of anyones but just get a good inside and take bits and pieces from it. I like there styles because they make a point but also are funny at the same time. The group spoken word is funny as well , we should do that some day.

I Am

I Am!
by John Clare

I am! yet what I am none cares or knows,
My friends forsake me like a memory lost;
I am the self-consumer of my woes,
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shades in love and death's oblivion lost;
And yet I am! and live with shadows tost

Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,
Into the living sea of waking dreams,
Where there is neither sense of life nor joys,
But the vast shipwreck of my life's esteems;
And e'en the dearest—that I loved the best—
Are strange—nay, rather stranger than the rest.

I long for scenes where man has never trod;
A place where woman never smil'd or wept;
There to abide with my creator, God,
And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept:
Untroubling and untroubled where I lie;
The grass below—above the vaulted sky





favorite line-"I am! yet what I am none cares or knows "
response- I like this poem because it seems like its about someone who no one pays attention to and is speaking out and saying im important,I AM. I love this poem and it speaks to me in a way

Passing Time

Passing Time

by

Maya Angelou

Your skin like dawn
Mine like musk

One paints the beginning
of a certain end.

The other, the end of a
sure beginning.

Insomniac

Insomniac

By Maya Angelou

There are some nights when
sleep plays coy,
aloof and disdainful.
And all the wiles
that I employ to win
its service to my side
are useless as wounded pride,
and much more painful.

Road Too Happiness

My home life never really felt like the brady bunch
nor did it have the asperation like my wife and kids
we sure werent as crazy as the simpsons
and we didnt do idiotic things like family guy
but to me it was a place i called home


My mother was unhappy
she struggled and lived her life
as if she was a single parent
even though there was another presence
it didnt make a differance to her
she seemed like she had given up and was
done with the verbal disagreements


I hated the way mom felt
I knew it was wrong
but to let go of my old life
I couldnt do
but watching tears fall from her face
the heartache she indeared everyday
I was being selfish
as her daughter i knew more than anyone
I didnt want that life for her anymore



Instead of our family of four
it quicky turned into a family of three
words couldnt express how my world
felt like it tilted to one side
I knew this was the best
so I as I sat in the passager side
of the car
Welcome To New Jersey
was the sign I saw
let my new journey begin

18 and Over

I changed this year overall because i learned to do whats important , rather than being my old mad and angy self. I do catch attitudes sometimes but its not for a long time.Its only because i get aggravated fast and dont like to be bothered. I also learned than im growing up. Im 18 now so everything i do from this point on now is my choice. I never really had to much responiblity but my senior year was one big slap in the face of grow up. I accepted it and im okay with that, im my own person now. My life , my decisions , my outsome.

Colorless Mind

The boy with the colorless pajamas.
Look at how the black and white pajamas sway off his body.
He looks just like me , but he dreeses funny.
Why does he live on the other side of the fence .
Why does his whole family wear colorless pajamas .
His cheeks look dirty .
His body look beat up.
If hes a kid like me why doesnt he want to play.
I wonder if hes afriad
I wonder if hes aloud to have friends.
I wonder if he knows im staring at him from my window.
Maybe we arent the same

Prolfiling

 Im real cool.
Im always late.
In class I drool.
This is not my fate.
I hate going too school .
This is something I hate.
In class I dont learn so I'm a fool.
I wont graduate at this rate.