An Attempt at Haiku

Round and full of light
a zealous eye in the sky
the moon stares me down


Waltzing gracefully
prince charming for a partner
'Twas merely a dream


We have a large box
full of such things as rainbows.
Imagination


Bitter winds blow past
Hair covers my face and eyes
Thoughts do not need sight


Daytime river walk
Bare feet in the clear water
Look! There goes a fish!


Comfort in a hug
Assurance in the silence
Contentment with you


Contours below me
Circular shapes above me
God's beautiful art


It's an addiction
once you start there's no stopping
Haikus take over


Magnificent orbs
burning throughout the day but
staining the night sky

A flower in rain
lovers grow by suffering
blooming together

My Treasured Memory.

I was looking for a muse
when I found you.
You grabbed my hand,
and led me down the beach,
where open minds led to open hearts.

My hand in yours,
it felt so right.
Never wanting to let go.
Wishing those hugs
would last forever.
But time passed
all too fast.

You drove me home,
I wanted to tell you
that I didn't want
to get out of your car,
to let you drive away without me.
I didn't want it to end,
But I didn't have a choice.

I took your goodbye kiss
as I got out.
And I never will forget that day.
The colors may fade
but the memory never will.

Not Your Rag Doll

I'm tired of being played with.
I'm not a toy
that you can use
to amuse yourself
when it suits you,
and can abandon
when you're done.

You can't just leave me
sitting on a shelf,
waiting for you.

You can't break me,
tear out my stuffing,
and then toss me out,
and buy a replacement.

I'm not your toy,
your plaything.
I'm no rag doll.

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This was more what I was attempting to say with the previous post.

Please Leave.

I looked to you for hope.
I tried to trust you
but it was all a waste
of time and effort.

You don't really care.
You're just waiting
for something better
to come along.

You laugh at me,
you think I'm naive
and that I don't know
what you're doing.
I do know.

I'm tired of wasting time
with you.
I'm looking for more
than you are capable of giving.
I need a change,
and that means leaving you behind.

Finding Grace

Soft notes meet my ears,
they provide a rhythm
of sweet melody as
you take my hand in yours.
You lead me.
The other hand grasps your shoulder
as you steer me left, right, left.
We glide across the floor
with a grace so flawless,
it's indescribable.
A smile spreads across my face,
I feel beautiful because
I finally found grace.

Disappearing Act.

I waved good-bye
as you pulled out of the driveway.
Off to start a new life.
College life.
You promised we'd keep in touch.
We did. We do.
But slowly you've changed.
Some good, others not.
I'm afraid that college life
will change you,
too much.
I loved you,
the way you were,
and I don't want that person
to disappear.

Painting.

You don't find happiness, you create it, it's like painting a picture; some people are just better painters.

Different Perspectives

Perspective is mainly defined as a "point of view". Although there are various definitions, this is the most common and broad. There are numerous points of view on every topic that exists. This is why society is so diverse. Various perspectives are seen in religion, politics, art, and everything else. Differences in religious perspectives have caused wars in countries, caused people to be crucified because their beliefs or perspective is different than the ruling power. Differences in political perspectives allows for multiple parties to exist, which in turn keeps the government in check. Art has countless perspectives because there is the perspective of the artist and a different perspective for every person that sees the piece of work. Innumerable perspectives can be found everywhere. They are the very reason for diversity.

A person's perspective defines them as a person; the opposite is also true. Who a person is and their environment and background define their perspective. Fireworks, for example, can be viewed as many things. A chemistry teacher sees fireworks as a chain of chemical reactions from start to finish. The chemistry teacher observes a different element burning depending on the color of the firework knowing that potassium creates a purple light when burned, or aluminum, titanium, and magnesium are all used to create a white light. A doctor or paramedic may dislike fireworks because they have been confronted with various injuries from the misuse of fireworks. An artist sees fireworks as a way of expressing a feeling in a medium of their choice, whether it be paint, pastels, or even photographs. A war veteran may have a very different perspective altogether. The war veteran sees a symbol of celebration of freedom that they have worked hard to secure. The veteran sees a celebration of lives of those who lost theirs serving their country to maintain freedom. The average person finds fireworks as a way to bond with family and feel patriotic on Independence Day. A person’s life and experiences mold their perspectives.

Perspective is a way of finding diversity in all walks of life. Whether it be religion or politics to a chemistry teach or a war veteran, varying perspectives exist. Society would be flat and uninteresting if everyone had the same perspective. Who we are defines our perspective and how we relate to others. Difference in perspective is what makes the world go round.



This was my admissions essay for BW.

Madness versus Sanity

Sitting in a room,
in a house,
haven't been out in days,
nothing exsists
to pass the time,
except madness.
Pure madness
engulfs the inner
being.

The lion roars,
the child cries.

Moments pass,
not sure where they went.
I didn't see them walk away.
They evaporated.

It's everywhere.
Everywhere.
Make it stop.
Please.

Madness ensues.
The beasts inside
want out.

Twitch.
A lion.
Twitch.
A Child.

Sanity is forced.
Holding the beastly madness
back, to the inside.
Sanity is struggling
to maintain power.

Pieces

There I am,
standing in the middle
of this room,
completely empty,
and dark.
No light shines in,
there are no windows.
I stand there,
in the center.
I look around,
all I see is emptiness.
Until I look down,
and for a moment
I have hope,
a mere glimmer of hope
that I may not be alone.
I bend down
and pick up a small piece
of what's scattered about.
I look at it,
it's full of colors,
full of happiness.
I put it back,
and pick up another.
This one isn't so pretty,
very dark and dismal.
All these pieces,
they represent something.
Pieces of my life, pieces of memories.

In a Land of Fear

I went looking for something
I could not find
I kept on searching
with it in mind

Over there,
perhaps here,
but never it did appear.
But on I looked ever still,
exploring lands of perfect fear.

Until one day,
I came across,
A place where cheer
was the cost.

But there I found it.
Yes, it was there,
in a land that held
my most precious fear.

A Metaphor of Epic Proportions and a Recent Thought or Two.

A metaphor of epic proportions.

Everyone's heard the little cheesy saying, "All the world's the stage..." Well, I've been thinking about that phrase, and I think it's true. The world is a stage, and we're all just actors in it. We each get our own character, and background story. We each get our moment to shine, our own "spotlight" at some point. Some people are better actors than others, some struggle to memorize lines, just as some people struggle to survive in life. Something I've realized recently, mostly because of the end of another school year, the end of the year, like the end of the run of a show, is sad, but it's never too sad, because you're not really saying "goodbye", it's more of "until next show" or in school, "until next fall". Doing multiple shows, you're position, or character is constantly changing, just like you must as you grow up. You grow and change. You meet new people in each phase of life, just like you meet new people during your next show. Yes, some of the people are the same, but there's always someone you don't know. There are so many different ways I can relate theatre to "life".

A recent thought or two.

A wise friend once told me "sometimes you have to let go of the things you love." I've been trying to wrap my mind around this concept. It doesn't seem to logically make sense. If you love something, why would you let it go? I mean, I guess somethings you have to, you're forced to, but why would you willingly give up something you love? Her response would have been "... to let it grow, and be what it is" or something along those lines. And she's probably right. I guess it's one of those really hard things in life that you don't really want to do but know you must. I'm having a really hard time letting go of a few things, I'm trying really hard to though. A recent event (for lack of a better word) has made me see that I really do need to let go, I need to, but a part of me still doesn't want to. It's a horrible dilemma. Knowing you need to do something, but not wanting to, or not being able to. I guess part of me thinks that letting go is losing the little bit of it that I still have, and I don't want to lose it. When you cherish something so much it takes a lot of work to let it go. But I'm going to try. I'm determined to put forth an effort and be strong enough to let go. Hopefully things will work out for the best. And even if they don't, that's okay, too. I'm just going to keep asking God to guide me along my "journey".

Mr. Young's class

I sit in this class,
I'm auditing, I'm not enrolled,
it's a class I've taken,
and passed.
These freshmen,
they make me wonder,
was I like this as freshmen?
I don't think so.
There is such a variety of students here.
The ones who genuinely try,
the ones who do the work just to pass,
the ones who don't care at all,
and in fact, are failing.
It makes me wonder about the differences,
why am I so inclined to succeed
when others are okay with failure.
What made this difference?
Is it the teacher?
The parent?
I think it starts before high school,
it must.
I've always been a hard worker,
with the need for success.
A drive for success is key.
I think it falls on the parent.
Not always, but typically.
There are always exceptions,
but generally speaking,
I think it's the parents.
They need to have high expectations,
especially if they want to see success.
Higher expectations leads to
higher success.
And vice versa.