Hits and Misses.

Hits:
1: This first piece is a poem that I am in the process of writing... meaning it is not yet finished. I believe that this is a hit because it has a certain place in my heart and I am proud of the way it is written.

Do you ever reach that moment

Where everything turns to black

When silence no longer hurts you

And there is no turning back

When birds no longer chirp

When flowers do not bloom

Now everyone around you

May finally know your gloom

The feeling where your heart aches

When smile is just a word

When laughter makes you frown

And crying is all that’s heard

When forests turn into pastures

When fires burn the woods

At least those things made impacts

Something I knew I never would

Do you ever face a mirror

And look into your soul

Where all you seem to find

Is something oh so cold

My soul is dark and dreary

My heart is beating tender

I think back on the past

Wanting nothing to remember

2: This next piece is another poem that I wrote. I wrote it for slam poetry and this was an experience that changed my life. This poem caused for some emotions to flow through my body. It pained me to write this poem, but it also was refreshing because it allowed me to release the past.

Stop.

I tell myself

Just…

stop.

Sometimes I wish I could

I see myself…

Reaching for the scissors on my desk

Freshly sharpened

Stained

with remnants

Of my own blood

I watch

As I grasp them tightly and hold the blade

Up against my pale awakened skin

One

Two

Three

The numbers never ceasing

The fierce crimson luster

Dripping

Dripping

Dripping

…

But I don't stop it

…

Why would I

…

My father always said

Pain is good

So I let the pain drain

my body

no longer with me

I feel a jolt in my movements

The frisk yet gentle awareness that my breath has left my body

I reach in hope to grasp air

Please pull me from this silenced painful world

Opening my hand

Falling with despair

Falling

Falling

Falling

Will it ever stop?

Wake up!

Please wake up!

The screams

Allow for my awakening from the void

Of my imagination

I rise up from my sleepless surrender

Feeling wet droplets soaking the follicles of my

Petrified skin

I am awake

Finally…

I am awake

I can breath

I am okay

I am safe

I am the real me.

It stopped.

For good.

3: This next piece is ALSO a poem (I like poetry). This poem in still in the process. The poem is not really a poem... it is many ideas for poems to write. I still believe this is a hit because of the meaning and feelings that I incorporate in my writing.

Suppose

a heart stops beating yet a faint pulse is still there

Imagine

blood being shed listlessly across the floor

But I can’t stop it

It can’t end

The pain is never ending

Books

They have words.. but what if they didn't

What if the pages were empty

No words

No meaning

Nothing

Every day I’m drowning

Drowning in a river of my own tears

Caused by the incessant waterfall of suffering

Go ahead

Tear open my chest and rip another piece of my heart out

It’s already drained of blood and memories

Take away my smile

Though many days it isn't even genuine

Misses:

1: This first miss is a DBQ that I wrote for World History. It was not at all my best work, and I think that is because it was not something that I was passionate about writing. I'll include a part of it because it is long.

One reason for the start of the French Revolution was because of the unfair percentages and taxes against different classes bases on rank. People at the top of the social class pyramid have always had some sort of “higher power” over others. They believed that this allowed them to unfairly tax the peasants and not tax themselves nearly as much even though they had the ability to pay these taxes. According to the diagram (doc 2) the amount of land owned by each estate was unfair. The first estate/clergy (1% of the people) owned ten percent of the land. The second estate/nobles (2% of the people) owned thirty five percent of the land. So that left the third estate which was made up of peasants and city workers. The third estate was 97% of the people but that percentage only owned fifty five percent of the land (doc 2). The distribution of the land was based on how far up the class pyramid the citizens were. Head count did not matter. Rights were chosen based on rank. Based of the Cahiers excerpts written to the Estates General, many of the French people demanded rights (doc 3). This, written to the Estates General, demanded that the taxes should only last for a certain amount of time. This also stated that the taxes should not be based on rank, and so no estate should be taxed more than the other. This concerned especially the lower class French people believed that a tax on land should be given out equally in all classes instead of just the third estate. They also wanted the Estates General to plan meetings for certain dates instead of deciding to meet after over 100 years.

2: My second miss would have to be a blog post that I wrote about poetry. I absolutely adore writing poetry, but this piece did not show the true emotions that I have for poetry.

Poetry is something that I am highly passionate about. It is my version of "hunting" or "fishing" or "shopping" or something like that. In order to write poetry I have to be 100% ready to commit. When I actually write the work, the words flow out of me. When I finish a poem I go back and either delete all of it or delete some of it or maybe just change a lot about it. Poems are never finished.

I am never content with the way my poems turn out. For instance, an important person in my life asked me to write a poem about hunting for them. I said yes and spent 3 hours working on it the first day. Then the next day I can back to it and decided it was horrible and that I hated it. It wasn't my best work. I was a failure, but I sent him the poem to show what I had so far. By surprise he really enjoyed it and said that I had a talent, but for me it still wasn't good enough. It might sound stupid or something to think of writing as a skill or a hobby but to me it isn't just those things it's also a very important part of my life.


3: My third and final miss is another blog post. I wrote about who my family is. I could have incorporated a lot more information about who I think is family vs who treats me like family.

Family. When I hear the word family I immediately think of my friends. Yes, I do have a family that I am related to (not technically though because I am adopted) but my friends have been the ones who always have my back and who get me through tough times. My friends allow me to be who I am and let me be open about what is going on in my life.

I appreciate my friends so much. The amount of support they give me is incredible. They are my true family. I do think of my home family as family, but who do I go to when all of that goes downhill... My friends. My friends can help me with mostly anything that life throws at my face. So my friends are my family.