From Deep Inside

So clear, yet so untouchable
Going back to what I used to be.
Not out in the air, but inside be known
And be valued for who I stand to be.

I ignore it all
Even if I know someday...
Things will be that way.

Trying everything along the path
pushing pulling
to get to the top.

From december
To december
I start a new roll.
I play a different character.


I believe in curiousity.
And experimenting.

I know
my capicities
my strengths
and
my weaknesses.

I learned this:
From deep inside.


By Celina Santin

Sharon Olds in Her younger years
This is the author of a very diverse poem. A poem that is written with some kind of emotion that I can't seem to find. But I can tell she understands. She understands what the girl from the photograph is going through, everything. She explains the photo from many perspectives, helping me get an idea of what it looks like. What it feels like. In my head, she see the girl clearly, I see it in black and white, lifeless colors,but very strong at the same time. Here is the poem:

The girl sits on the hard ground,
the dry pan of Russia, in the drought
of 1921, stunned,
eyes closed, mouth open,
raw hot wind blowing
sand in her face. Hunger and puberty
are taking together. She leans on a sack,
layers of clothes fluttering in the heat,
the new radius of her arm curved.
She cannot be beautiful, but she is
starving. Each day she grows thinner, and her bones
grow longer, porous. The caption says
she is going to starve to death that winter
with millions of others. Deep in her body
the ovaries let out her first eggs,
golden as drops of grain.


This is the poem that is-in my opinion- awkwardly written. But I kinda like it. It has a hard meaning to understand..... but its fine. She creates such a deep meaning and she interprets it in another way that I personally could not expect to "see" from a picture.
When I mean see, I mean find a deep meaning. But that's what you expect from a good poet. to read through the lines, and write what you see. Simple as that.

My Eyes & Heart in Poetry

What is poetry?????

Live Life
On the edge of your seat
Look at the world with a passion that can't be beat

Live Life
Like never before
Stay awake
Don't sleep and snore

But in the Middle
I hope you you find
The most extra-Ordinary emotion
A one of a kind

I hope that you find
the urge to
write all day
and to
write all night.

Because when you open
the gates of your
eyes and heart
with a kinfe.....
you'll hear poetry
the simple sound of life ♥

The Starry Night

That does not keep me from having a terrible need og- shall I say the word-religion. Then I go out at night to paint the stars. -Vincent Van Gogh in a letter to his brother

BY ANNE SEXTON

The town does not exist
except where one black-haired tree slips
up like a drowned woman into the hot sky.
The town is silent. The night boils with eleven stars.
Oh starry starry night! This is how
I want to die.

It moves. They are all alive.
Even the moon bulges in its orange irons
 to push children, like a God, from its eye.
The old unseen serpent swallows up the stars.
OH starry starry night! This is how
I want to die:

into that rushing beast of the night,
sucked upby the dragon, to split
from my life with no flag,
no belly,
no cry.

This is a beautifully written poem with similes and metaphors about Van Gogh's painting: The Starry Night. What I like about this poem are the small details that relate you to her life. It shows you about her writing, her feelings, and her opinions. This poem is such a great description of the painting, and you can tell that Anne has a passion for it. But when i started reading this poem, I thought about suicide. Ramon and I made inferences about how she could be really depressed, and it turns out, we were right! And I think that many things in this poem represent that big idea. I thought about this during the lines, "this is how I want to die", "sucked up by that great dragon", and "to split from my life with no flag". For the first qoute, I think she refers back to the first line of her poem, or open thoughts, which is "The town does not exist". To me, the first line means that the town is something impossible. I think she means being too perfect-non-existent. Too quiet- non-existent especially if you live in the city, well, Brooklyn.  And a simple, beatiful view of the stars, and the moon, and the mountains in the back- That, I can count as a fifty percent chance of being existent. For the second quote, I think of the dragon beaing LIFE, and being sucked in by life, meaning that she can't take it anymore. That leads me to another inference Ramon and I had about Anne being depressed, and how it seemed Van-Gogh was depressed-being in an asylum, and how she later on commited suicide made me think that she could really relate to him, and thinking about how she felt like she didn't belong- which is what I read in a book when you are depressed, and how their problems were just simply turned into 1 whole, by this piece of art. And for the third qoute, i think about no forgiveness in the world, and i visualize a flag being taken down after a war, with no victory. Then a picture the flag being all rugged on the ground, and muddy, and stepped on, during a heavy rain. But that's just me. But to leave your life in a way God doesn't want, well, That's just you. And well, this is just my interpretation. There are many other that we came up with in class.

Research project: OUR WORLD.

Our world has many characteristics. It is very old, and gracious. But it can be dangerous, disturbing, and
annoying. But it can also be kind, beautiful, and joyful. But life can be that way, too. And some people can't
take it anymore. Literally.
So I guess we can kiss the fire-fighters saving cats from trees goodbye, because they seem on the "sweet"
side of the world. And the sweet side, well, it's ignoring us. So, really all i'm trying to say is that everything is cold, around us, but ignoring it won't make it better.
I started using  an anxiety website to get information, and opened up a quiz to see what kind of questions these people were asked. The main questions were the first ten.
1) How old are you? a)7-12 yrs. b) 13-17 yrs. c) 18- 30 yrs. d) 31-54 yrs. e) 55 or older.
2) Have you consumed drugs? if yes, please specify below:
3) Have you had a visit to a hospital before for desperation?
4) have you had suicidal thoughts before?
5) do you have eating disorders?
6) what are you having trouble with? (ex. schoolwork, work, family, ect.)
7) What is depression to you? Based on your definition, do you believe your in a phase through it?
8) Does your family know you are here at this moment?
9) do you have any siblings?
10) what are you feeling right now?

And what is interesting is that this quiz that came directly from the website was created by kids my age, when they were going through this. And they all wrote entries which are listed and shown on the website.
But what else I found interesting is that when i read the questions, it gave me chills. Why? Because I read a book called "it's kind of a funny story" way before the movie came out. In fact, I haven't even seen the movie.
But this book is directly toward what I was researching. And it amazed me i could answer all those questions in the anxiety quiz with Craig's responses that I remembered.

But i would like to write about social issues such as depression, becuase i feel like I am very familiar with those terms, and it is something i would like to change... Something worth fighting for. Something that is big everywhere, something that we can actually change.

Dear Mr. President

Dear Mr. President
Come talk a walk with me
Let's pretend we're just two people and
you're not better than me
I'd like to ask you some questions and
we can speak honestly

What do you feel when you see
 all the homeless on the street?
who do pray for at night
before you go to sleep?
what do you feel when you
look in the mirror?
are you proud?

How do you sleep while
the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother
has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your
head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye?
and tell me why?

Dear Mr. President
Were you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
How can you say
no child is left behind
we're not dumb and we're not blind
they're all sitting in your cells
while you pave the road to hell

what kind of father would
take his own daughter's rights away
and what kind of father would
hate his own daughter if she we're gay?
I can only imagine
what the first lady has to say
you've come a long way
from whiskey and cocaine!

How do you sleep while
the rest of us cry?
how do you dream when a mother
has no chance to say goodbye?
how do you walk with your
head held high?
can you even look me in the eye?

Let me tell about hard work
minimum wage with the baby on the way
Let me tell about hard work
rebuilding your house after
the bombs took them away
Let me tell about hard work
building your bed out of a cardboard box

Let me tell about hard work
hard work hard work
you don't know nothing about hard work
hard work hard work
Oh

How do you sleep at night?
how do you walk with your head held high?

Dear Mr. President
you'd never take a walk with Me
Would you?

This is a song called Dear Mr. President (obviously) By the great artist and songwriter named Pink. This is a song that explains how The president is not doing a great job fixing the problems of the United states. The song itself, is very self-explanatory. The lyrics mean alot to all the issues that the members of this country are going through. Even though it doesn't say all the possible problems, it lists at least 10 of them.

 And when I picked this song I realized that the lines " How can you say/no child is left ebhind/ we're not dumb at we're not blind/ they're all sitting in your cells/ while you pave the road to hell"
while you pave the road to hell. This line had 2 meaning: and they both would be very symbolic. One of them is to pave the road to hell as in continue paving it and paving it, and paving it.... wasting money instead of giving it to many homeless organizations in need to money. And the other is to pave the road to hell, as in paving a road that will lead this country into chaos! but, still both meanings are very important to me, because I can make connections to them.

And, this song is exactly what you wouldn't want  to hear. Its bringing all the problems together. And the facts that the people from here are trying to ignore. But not only that, not everyone has the nerve to come straight up and tell them, because out of all, it's the hardest part. But while the light of the country now has low spark, we need to fix it. To fix you, America.So we keep reviewing the situation with this song, and it makes me wanna change things for the better. But with the world we live in things just get so crazy and living life gets hard to do, we have to fight to get through. And this is a really good song.

The social awareness Project! pt. 2

      An emerging issue at the moment is the teenage suicide. These are just kids trying to fit in; Trying to find themselves. But all the other teenangers out there, are just judging. And yet, they don't have a clue either.
If you hurt someone, eaither emotionally, mentally, or physically, you don't feel their pain right away. And sometimes you don't even feel it.  They do. And things now, spread easily with the new technology. So, as they say, what goes around, comes around.
Now, really, this is just one of the writing assignments for social awareness. But it made me, truly, more aware. So this is #6. write a poem or song responding to a specific social problem.

So based on all that i've seen on trhe news. This is my poem responding to teenage suicide(especially for the gender cases that there has been lately):

"No.
 No, I can't live like this.
 I can't look like this anymore.
 I need to cry because I feel like crap.
I guess that it had been a good idea to plan my death,
 after all,
to have everything set up
for when i'm ready. 
I never meant to hurt anyone.
 and I did that.
And I really hurt myself...in many ways.
I feel completely broke inside.
Their shadow....
Just their eyes-
 I can feel them stinging.
 Their body looming over me-
numbing my mind.
aching.
Just their sight.
Nothings worth it anymore.
 Shut me down"