30/30 Day Six Ode

Write an Ode. An ode is a poem, often short to medium in length that has a very focused on one subject but usually connects to universal (big) themes. OR it can be very focused on one subject and deeply ironic or sarcastic.








When I saw this prompt I thought about abortion
And how it tears apart babies that didn't ask to be conceived
It pisses me of how a person can intentionally not use protection
And then be surprised that there pregnant and so surprised when the father of the child doesn't want anything to do with them.
It's just a shame how people expect that they can make their lives
Easier
By killing the being that they created
And yet I cannot say that if I was put in the same situation that I myself
would not get an abortion I wouldn't be ab;e to put my child through something so selfish and self centered as this.
Having a child at the age I am now and in the situation that this child would be forced into is not ok.
Torture= Abortion





For the record::: DO NOT LOOK UP IMAGES FOR ABORTION IT'S NOT...I REPEAT NOT A PRETTY SIGHT

30/30 Day Five If I Were A ____

#5 If I were a _____--and go from there

If I were a grain of corn I would get eaten by a mouse.
If I were a mouse I would run from a cat.
If I were a cat I would run from a dog.
If I were a dog I would run for the mailman.
If I were the mail man I would carry a gun.
If I were that gun I would shoot a bullet.
If I were that bullet I would graze the dog.
If I were the slash on the dog I would let in infectious disease.
If I were that infectious disease I would take over the dog's body.
If I were to take over the dog's body I would catch the cat.
If I were the cat I would catch the mouse.
If I were the mouse I would get away.
If I were to get away I would grab my corn.
If I were that corn I would grow high enough so that when that dirty little mouse climbed my stalk a hawk would catch it and eat it.

Part TWO

If I were a paper I'd let you write on me, I'd let your ink glide across me like a skate on ice. I'd let my blood be shown in ink as you expressed you immaculate feelings, just as long as you don't fold me. If you did I'd be ruined, like the great buildings of Greece. And yet as I'm begging you not to fold me to my creases edge.Yet here you are folding me and passing me along while your teacher's telling you about how the president tried to change the world. Hand to hand, finger prints stain my back, while you try to tell that boy across the room that has no interest in you. How do I know this because he circled "No" write across my face.

30/30 Day Four-Capture A Moment In Memory

at a given moment (importance of the moment is not relevant), try to capture everything going through your head.

The moment you were born
I was upset, I was tired, I was hungry.
Your mother was persistent on having you but
you were playing games, you kept sliding down
and going back up.
While I sat home pacing waiting for you to be born
hour and hours pasted us by while David went to school
and I babysat your aunts Dream and Destini
We waited and waited for the phone call then finally
after being home alone for hours on end
I got a phone call telling me that my mom, your grandmother
was on her way home
Then another phone call came that you'd be born by
C-section.
I was scared for you because they wanted you so badly.
I didnt want anything to happen to you, I was afraid when they
said you'd be in the hospital for a while.
Then I came and seen you and my world was permanently altered
you were everything that is a bundle of wrinkled joy and I fell in
love with you in that very moment and you became apart of me.
You looked like one of us with the added feature of your mothers
enlarged head, i hoped it wouldn't stay that size. I hoped that you wouldn't inherit your mother's body shape or your father's because seriously that would just be a hard punishment. I had to pray that you would be ok, because I had become attached to you
But honestly if you hadn't made it I don't know if I would have been affected
by your loss that is and maybe I'm not sorry for feeling this way. Maybe I might have felt happier when you were born if you weren't born into the situation that you were with an unstable relationship
unstable home
unstable parents
and just plain old force
you were forced to be here to hold a relationship together and that's not fair to you.
I want you to know that I love you the same as when you were in the womb and I love your parents too but the circumstances you were born under were unfair to my beloved niece and now that your here you have nothing to worry about because I will always protect you.

I couldn't help how much I felt the day you were born.
My Noodles

30/30 Day Three-One Side Of a Converation

writing only one side of a conversation.

Hey
Nothing
It was great, we danced all night did you go?
why not
nither did i u should have been there it was fun
i wish you would have been there, we could have danced together
yea
yea i know we used to be so close
i miss you too
yea lets see movies on saturday
yea, just me and you
yep talk to you friday.

30/30 Day Two-Questions To God & Fate Intervention

Here is your first question to the gods." And the prompt: What are your questions to the gods? What were your first questions to the gods? And I might add: Describe a time when you've asked for intervention into your fate, your life.






I watched you drive away this morning.
It was 9:24, this Saturday.
And I couldn't help thinking about how miserable you must be.
From A distance you look like any other father.
It's when you get close that perfect image fades away.
You can finally see the natural color that suits you so well
Green
You spit out comments like vomit
And scream like your a rock star
But you can't fool me
I know what your true colors are
Green and Red
Your always angry or frustrated and you can't control your emotions.
You say things that you wish you'd never said
But you can't take them back and even if you tried you'd fail
I know what your true colors are
Green, Red, Blue
After you yell and tell me how stupid I am you go in the bathroom and cry
Why
Is it because your filled with sorrows or is it because you can't handle the pressures of life that you put on yourself.
I guess you can't be unhappy living a double life and all
but you can't hid it from me
I know what your true colors are
Green, Red, Blue, and Black
Are you depresses, feel like your life is going into a black hole
you feel like your children will be faliures?
Because your not there? Really? You think that?
Your more depressed than I thought.
You move like a snake shifting and sliding.
Sneaking and hiding,but your trapped by your glass cage that is me.
You can get out but you know that if you run away life as you know it is over.
You think you'll loose me forever but haven't you noticed?
I'm already gone
I know your colors.

Faith in your father can only go so far.

30/30 Day One-Brother

BROTHER

My brother is talented, but he doesn't understand that the spoken word he speaks, speaks to me.
He doesn't understand that the tears he sheds and the blood he bleeds is mine. Because I don't break down the walls an doors or the glasses of windows he feels that I don't know, but I do.
I know what he feels and how the waves of pain hit like the plane crashes of 9-11.
I know when he feels hurt because I feel it too. And yet because I don't scream to the heavens and damn hell he wonders why I don't see what he sees or feel what he feels and he doesn't understand.
He doesn't understand how I could possibly deal with these discombobulated parents and crazy ass kids wit a smile.
How could you possibly look the way you do and no know what I feel.
I do the, the things I do are for you, there for those two little girls that need me.
When i push through our fucked up lives with a strong head and fake ass smile it's because I know what you feel.
I Understand what you pain is and where it comes from.
While I sit in this class motivated by your poem that you call change my paper bleeds.
Now my brother stand up and know that what what we feel is pain and we gone make it.

30/30?

OK So Spring Break Is FINALLY Here and so is the month of April bring all of that warm and wet weather with it. The Month of April had 30 days and the month of April is poetry month so I along with my teacher, Mrs. Andrew-Von and others challenge YOU the readers to get involved with the 30/30. Science has proven that no matter what you read or write as long as you do so get out there and do it I am and I'm posting everything I write for the 30/30 this month so far I'm behind by 3 days but I plan on catching up and for those of you who need help, like me Mrs. Andrew has been sending us prompts to help us along so here are the the first couple of prompts I'll be adding the prompts for the rest of the month just check it out and you'll see the new prompts and for the record you dont have to write poetry or use these prompts your just need to write! Enhance your mind and WRITE plus its a lot of fun when you compare with your friends so get everyone going and check her out on Facebook.com there's a page where you can go and post your 30/30 so everyone else can see but, you don't have to do that either. Just have fun while you've got your week off!!!!


Day One: Come up with a poem of your own
Day Two: Here is your first question to the gods." And the prompt: What are your questions to the gods? What were your first questions to the gods? And I might add: Describe a time when you've asked for intervention into your fate, your life.
"Here" : http://www.fishousepoems.org/archives/aracelis_girmay/here.shtml
Day Three: writing only one side of a conversation.
Day Four: at a given moment (importance of the moment is not relevant), try to capture everything going through your head.