No More

Author's Note:  This poem is a more dramatic-well like crazy dramatic- version of what I feel about my sister being in college. I do miss her when she is away, and I love the moments when we can just talk and laugh again when she is home and forget about how she is almost a senior in college. I hope you enjoy it!

Peace fills my mind
Bubbling, leaking in the cracks
Tossing away the despair,
The Longing
The Regret
Seems so easy

Your absence was forgotten
Now that your absence is no more

Back into our lives
In our sight-
Not in our cell phones
We go to sleep knowing
Tomorrow you are there

Your absence seems impossible
Now that your absence is no more

The day all of us fear
Cannot disappear
So it comes, as we knew it would
The footsteps you take
As you exit the room
Are the last we will see
For what seems like eternity

Your absence is remembered
Now that your presence is no more

Tinman

Author's Note: This piece is based upon an independant book i just finished, titled Dirty Little Lies. The character I am writing in is a girl who thought she was being stalked by a boy named Ben. She was run over by a car and believes he did it, although it was not proven. She has gone a little crazy and started stalking his girfriend, desperate to get back at him, that is why this piece is a little creepy. I do not know what form this is in, it is fiction, but I changed up the regular paragrah form to make it more dramatic. I hope you enjoy anyway!

Ben.

There he is, sitting on the bench. Is he looking at me?

No.

         No.

                  No.

don’t look back, back at his greedy eyes that stare into mine, the ones that freeze every bone in my body. I know it was him, driving the car that night, the night I slipped into a coma for three months,

all because of him.

His insane need to run me over, and how he succeeded. It was him, I know it. That silly girl doesn’t know what she is doing with him, so what if he was with her, that’s not an alibi, he had plenty of time to get in his aunt’s car and plow me down. I know he was following me,

I could feel it.

Some people think I’m insane, other’s think I’m right. Who else am I to blame for my grandfather’s death? All because my accident was too much for him to handle.

He will regret what he did.

Once I take something away from him, just like he did to me. My pride, my comfort,

Gone.

Now it’s his turn, to feel his heart beating through a bullet-proof vest. To put him away forever, so everyone is safe, so I am safe. I’ll take it, and never give it back,

His heart.

Degrees

Author's Note: This picture has two poems included in it, titled "Summer" and "Winter". These poems are based off of my independant book, Shiver, I just finished. It is in the veiw of one of the two main characters, Grace. They are both written for her love, Sam. Temperature is a key thing in this novel, so I wanted to write how she was feeling in both the winter and summer after she met him. Both poems are different styles, so if you don't take your time reading them they might seem confusing. The message really sinks in if you take your time reading it, I hope you enjoy!

Authors note: This diary entry is by a character named Izzy, in my groups book, My Sister's Keeper, she is a character that we do not know but about so I wanted to show what she was feeling after losing her love and moving in with her twin sister. This is an entry in a diary so it was hard for me to find a format to put this in other than this.




Diary Entry 1:


Oh my, where do I begin? I could write about Janet, but I do not feel like wasting paper because my tears have blurred the ink. Julia has graciously let me stay with her, maybe I should not say graciously, because it seems I have done all her housework, something that someone would do in a month and I’ve done it in about two hours. I feel sorry for her though, living all alone like this, taking care of heartbroken and confused children, how can she be happy? Oh but she is, she has never needed anyone to tell her what to do with her life, and I admire her for that. Who knows how long I will be here, how long my heart will ache for the loss of her. My job almost seems silly sometimes, making jewelry? I am not a 7 year old anymore, though it feels like it sometimes, the joy of life giving me a high I hold on to until it fades. Oh, if only I could teach this to my sister, she needs someone in her life to make her feel this way. I guess this is the next chore on my list.


Izzy

In the Mind of a Dead Girl

Authors Note: This is based upon an independant book I read called The Secret Year. This character is Julia Vernon, a senior in high school who dies pretty early in the book, she is actually dead when the book starts. There is not a lot of great detail of how she died, so I wanted to make up her thoughts in the few minutes before she passed away. The order of the sentences in this picture is a little confusing, but I wanted that to show how her mind was working at the time, being intoxicated. I will add a link if you want more information on this book. Oh, and to see the full image just click and it will appear in a new screen, and theres TWO!

http://www.amazon.com/Secret-Year-Jennifer-Hubbard/dp/0670011533

The Taylor Tree

Check out my project for our group novel, The Bean Trees, on my essay blog, you can find the link at the top of this blog, thanks!

The Road

Author's Note: This is my first poem that I have changed from a paragraph to a sophisticated layout, it makes the whole feel of it sound more mature and makes my voice comes out stronger


The storm sets in -
in the distance,
the light, present as much as
a flickering candle,
burns out as we look behind us
from the backseat.

Dry, barren land welcome us ahead,
goes as far as the eye can see,
without threatening to stop.

The road is the only thing that keeps us on course,
the bumpy, black, warm asphalt streches on and on,
battling the land as it twists and turns.

Bumps and cracks are just proof of its battle,
but it wears on, providing more than just
a segway of ideas,
emotions,
thoughts.

For it brings people together,

something the barren land around it
fails to accomplish.