***************CHANGING THE TIMES***************
A great american
Symbolic shadow
Light of hope
Joyous daybreak
Long night of captivity
The life
Crippled by the manacles of segregation
and the chains of discrimination
Island of poverty
vast ocean of material prosperity
Our republic
The magnificent
Declaration
Independence
A promise
guaranteed
rights of life
liberty
pursuit of hapiness
Justice is bankrupt
great vaults of opportunity
Nation
Hallowed spot to remind America
Fierce
Time to change
Luxury xooling
Tranquilizing dose of gradualism
real promises.
Times to rise.
Desolate Valley.
Sunlit path.
JUSTICE.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Sorry!!!!!(technical difficulties)
I'm very aware that it seems as if i've not been doing my homework
WHICH I HAVE.
But on this, it seems like i have to post things a gazillion times
before it actually shows up on my page!!!
I have to repost, and things will show up a week later!
atleast 2 or 3 days.
So, sorry if this has caused an inconvenience for when either Ms.Galang or Mr. Records looks at my blog!
I guess I just have to post things a bit earlier so that they will show up on time.
For example:
1)My found poem that was put upon Wednesday the 26th or January, but seems to not be on my blog yet.
2) The poem I wrote based on "please don't take my air jordans" was "supposedly" posted on Tuesday the 18th of January, But is still not up! I guess I'm gonna have to repost it again. Bleh. What a pain.
3) The observations on a painting (observations, inferences, and observations) was posted once, and reposted 6 times. And no response. I dod try a different method, and even though it was for last quarter, and it shows up later, it will probably count as of technical difficulties. I cant remember the date, but yes, about two or three... three and a half weeks ago.
If anything else happens I will be sure to report this as soon as possible.
Thank you for (hopefully) understanding.
*I have thought of opening a new blog, so that difficulties won't happen, but, i really don't want to, and changing the format of it, kind of help to speed up the process, but somethings seem to be long lost.... as if i never posted it, or i'd never done it. BUT I REALLY DO DO IT! TRUST ME, PLEASE!
So yes...............
I don't know what else to do.
For now,
SORRY. SORRY. SORRY.
WHICH I HAVE.
But on this, it seems like i have to post things a gazillion times
before it actually shows up on my page!!!
I have to repost, and things will show up a week later!
atleast 2 or 3 days.
So, sorry if this has caused an inconvenience for when either Ms.Galang or Mr. Records looks at my blog!
I guess I just have to post things a bit earlier so that they will show up on time.
For example:
1)My found poem that was put upon Wednesday the 26th or January, but seems to not be on my blog yet.
2) The poem I wrote based on "please don't take my air jordans" was "supposedly" posted on Tuesday the 18th of January, But is still not up! I guess I'm gonna have to repost it again. Bleh. What a pain.
3) The observations on a painting (observations, inferences, and observations) was posted once, and reposted 6 times. And no response. I dod try a different method, and even though it was for last quarter, and it shows up later, it will probably count as of technical difficulties. I cant remember the date, but yes, about two or three... three and a half weeks ago.
If anything else happens I will be sure to report this as soon as possible.
Thank you for (hopefully) understanding.
*I have thought of opening a new blog, so that difficulties won't happen, but, i really don't want to, and changing the format of it, kind of help to speed up the process, but somethings seem to be long lost.... as if i never posted it, or i'd never done it. BUT I REALLY DO DO IT! TRUST ME, PLEASE!
So yes...............
I don't know what else to do.
For now,
SORRY. SORRY. SORRY.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Finding My thoughts
breathing is hard
especially when near you
even if you are nothing new
Talking is a disaster
Whenever you are here
I turn everything aside...
and I completely dissapear.
Looking is an obsession
watching you with a deep stare
I feel no wind, no air
can't trun around
i don't want to rely on it
But i'm i'm always space bound
Is this love?
Is this bad?
Is this good?
Is this LIVING?
Anything but this hell.
Nothing I can change.
A dangerous force that I can't control
I just can't stop it.
You just make it
hard for breathing.
especially when near you
even if you are nothing new
Talking is a disaster
Whenever you are here
I turn everything aside...
and I completely dissapear.
Looking is an obsession
watching you with a deep stare
I feel no wind, no air
can't trun around
i don't want to rely on it
But i'm i'm always space bound
Is this love?
Is this bad?
Is this good?
Is this LIVING?
Anything but this hell.
Nothing I can change.
A dangerous force that I can't control
I just can't stop it.
You just make it
hard for breathing.
Monday, January 17, 2011
Colorless Life
A colorless Life
Bright eyes
Low lights
Let it all combine
In all this there's a cure
a silly soul fixed for sure
Let it all combine
Long life
Shine high
Let the colors bring you alive
Let it all combine
Whatever you do.....
Please...........
don't
don't don't
don't don't don't
have a
COLORLESS
life.
Bright eyes
Low lights
Let it all combine
In all this there's a cure
a silly soul fixed for sure
Let it all combine
Long life
Shine high
Let the colors bring you alive
Let it all combine
Whatever you do.....
Please...........
don't
don't don't
don't don't don't
have a
COLORLESS
life.
Incident I couldn't... stop.
Walking and walking
And never stopping
feeling the heavy rain on our shoulders.
We stepped aside
and with big pride
He said, "I'll go first."
The idea was premature
And i wasn't so sure
But after all He knew...
He'd been there before.
But Things didn't go well
he tripped and fell
and shattered he looked
and there really wasn't anything to do
....
just let the sorrow bite in
Because his life now thin....
was on me. And just me.
But this...
this incident....
I couldn't.....stop.
And never stopping
feeling the heavy rain on our shoulders.
We stepped aside
and with big pride
He said, "I'll go first."
The idea was premature
And i wasn't so sure
But after all He knew...
He'd been there before.
But Things didn't go well
he tripped and fell
and shattered he looked
and there really wasn't anything to do
....
just let the sorrow bite in
Because his life now thin....
was on me. And just me.
But this...
this incident....
I couldn't.....stop.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Follow The Leader
You're the drug...
I am a
Bee that sucks in
The Pollen
You're the Fake ID...
I am a
Dirty old and bent
Snapshot; Yet hidden
You are the Liquor...
I am a
Rust door
Difficult to open
Challenging to Close.
You're the Kidnapper...
I am a
the thief of souls
Pained and Hurt.
Did I follow correctly? CLOSE ENOUGH
By Celina Santin
I am a
Bee that sucks in
The Pollen
You're the Fake ID...
I am a
Dirty old and bent
Snapshot; Yet hidden
You are the Liquor...
I am a
Rust door
Difficult to open
Challenging to Close.
You're the Kidnapper...
I am a
the thief of souls
Pained and Hurt.
Did I follow correctly? CLOSE ENOUGH
By Celina Santin
Interpretation
meaning To meaning
and No understanding
not socially awkward and strange.
meaning To meaning
and No understanding
different points and a type of range
meaning To meaning
and No understanding
always writing with your name
I know it's fine
and it's okay
you show your emotions a different way
I like it all
from beginning to end
you just have a different aim
By Celina Santin
and No understanding
not socially awkward and strange.
meaning To meaning
and No understanding
different points and a type of range
meaning To meaning
and No understanding
always writing with your name
I know it's fine
and it's okay
you show your emotions a different way
I like it all
from beginning to end
you just have a different aim
By Celina Santin
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