Poetry Month- The end

Yesterday was the mark of the end of Poetry month.

I’m sure you all probably didn’t even know there was such thing as a poetry month, I know, I’ve been there.

Ever since eighth grade, I started to like poetry a lot more than usual, keeping a notebook of my own set of poems.

I mean, you have to agree- poetry is way better than essays.

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Simple Yet Filling- Power of Food

Walking home from school- starving like crazy, and I open the fridge to see a welcoming (not) shiny green apple.

This apple aint gonna do nothing for my stomach. At all.

Ya feel?

What is it that I want? Not so big because I’m going to have dinner soon, but not so small as an apple because if I had to eat an apple, I would probably eat more like 10. Which is not so good.

I feel this way about my life after school, but how would the people during the dust bowl feel, working for 5 cents an hour, sometimes 2 and a half, and get nothing but fried dough for a meal? Ugh, I would not be able to survive.

Although fried dough is pretty good~ I mean, come on. It’s literally doughnuts. Just no sugar.


Oh, ahem.

ANYWAYS surviving on just fried dough is just a bit too much oil…


I was thinking, what if I could find a way for them to get a dollar amount (at that time) and make something that is good and also filling?

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Writing about Words

It’s the universal struggle: trying to get thoughts and dreams from the old noggin into words on a sheet of paper. Why does it have to be so difficult? Sometimes, words can’t even explain how one truly feels. Sadness. Hurt. Depression. Excitement. Utter happiness. These emotions can be portrayed through words, but only to a certain extent.
Yet…. The power of words shouldn’t be underestimated. There’s a famous quote that says, “The pen is mightier than the sword.” When used correctly, words can bring a memorable picture to one’s mind. They can be extremely powerful. Words can take a person into a whole other universe altogether; to a different place, to a different time.  It’s not odd to see people so immersed while reading a good book that they forget everything around them.  Words can pierce straight into one’s heart, triggering hidden emotions. My eyes grow red and begin to water when I reach a sad part of a story. I laugh and smile like mad during happy parts. My parents probably think I’m crazy. But I really can’t help it.
So I guess words are what you make them out to be. They can be so unbearably boring, but they can also bring someone to the point of tears. Just like everything else, it’s all about perspective. Everyone sees things in a different light, that’s what makes everyone so special.
Cinnamon Roll.