So. It's been awhile. We've done a Catcher In the Rye project, and a poetry project since then.
The Catcher In the Rye project... Eh. I don't even want to think about it.
It makes me feel a little... gonk
You know?
But anyway. I'm pretty sure Mr.Jennings is completely creeped out, and disappointed, by me by now.
You can't really describe it... What the things I do are. It's not really awkward. It's not really weird...
Maybe I just seem a little too... Shocking? I don't know.
The last facial expression I caused him to have seemed to be shocked. He started off with a kind of eek , and ended at a confused during my poetry presentation.
...
It wasn't that bad, was it?
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The first poem assigned to us was our Introduction Poem. We had to write a 'poem' that had one sentence per line, stated four truths and four lies about us, and had our names as the beginning and ending lines.
Mine was...
Introduction Poem
I am Jaimie Barber.
I always want to stay.
I can’t wait to leave.
I never hallucinate.
Rain freezes on my skin.
I love myself.
My dreams are illuminated by street lamps.
I feel extremely comfortable lying to you.
But I really like your shoes.
I am Jaimie Barber.
I don't see anything wrong with that. What, in that, could possibly creep someone out?
"My name's Jaimie Barber." And, well, it is.
"I always want to stay." I usually take about five more minutes than the others to leave the classroom. I don't want to leave...
"I can't wait to leave." I always watch the clock, waiting for it to get to the time to leave... But once it's there, I'm always sad. I always forget to enjoy living.
"I never hallucinate" is my first lie. I hallucinate pretty often. I don't mean to.
"Rain freezes on my skin" is my second lie. Sometimes I feel like it should, it doesn't really. Maybe rain freezes on my skin in an emotional sense.
"I love myself" is my third lie. I feel too confused about everything to form any opinion about myself.
"My dreams are illuminated by street lamps" is something I consider to be true. I think that I'm going to be a homeless loser someday.
"I feel extremely comfortable lying to you" is my fourth lie. Because of how confused, confusing, hypothetical, and il/logical everything I think is, I rely on honesty as my only way of determining acceptable social behaviors.
"But I really like your shoes" is the truth... A variation of my favourite pick-up line,"Nice shoes. Wanna ----?"
"I am Jaimie Barber." Hey. I really wanted them to know, alright? wink
See? See? None of it's scary. Why would people say that it's weird? Simply, four truths and four lies. Nothing creepy...
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The second poem assigned to us was our Circle Poem.
Pretty much just word-association that circles back to the beginning at the end.
Circle Poem
Angels
Justice
Blindfolds
Lilies
Satin
Sheets
Nurses
Syringes
Disease
Jazz
Rhythm
Memories
Death
I started off with angels because I really like angels and heaven. Thinking about heaven makes me calm. Angels.
Angels are in charge of judging us, and telling us what is right and wrong. Justice.
But often, angels don't seem to understand complex emotions. Blindfolds.
When blindfolded, we could seem innocent. Lilies.
Virginity is sometimes considered a mark of innocence, and where does deflowering take place? On Satin Sheets.
Sheets in hospitals need changing. That's why there're nurses. Nurses.
Nurses also sometimes use syringes. Syringes.
If the syringes aren't cleaned, they can spread disease. Disease.
I love Jazz. Jazz is like a disease. Like in Chicago, where the girls' murders are said to be a result of the Jazz scene. Jazz.
There's a lot of odd rhythm in Jazz. Rhythm.
Life has a certain rhythm that you live, causing memories. Memories.
At the end of all your memory making, you die. Death.
Death leads back to Angels.
It all makes sense. But directly afterward, the preppiest girl in class stated,"I didn't follow that all."
How...? It confuses me a little. I thought that everyone would get the connections. They're obvious. But everyone seemed to sit there with a neutral sort of look...
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And... That made me feel really sleepy. So I might edit this post later or something, because it seems sort of unfinished and unamusing. 3nodding
Goodnight~! heart
AND REMEMBER. CLOUDS ARE ONLY RED IF YOU BLEED ENOUGH.
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