Creative Nonfiction

Dare To Love: By Eliana Osborn was the story that I liked the most. This story is of a mother that talks to her baby and ponders on the possibility that her baby's lung problems are her fault for not loving the child enough and for not really wanting her baby.

Raymond Carver

Why Don't You Dance?

I liked this story because I found it unusual that the couple just gets to the house and start drinking with the guy without really knowing him and then they danced.
I saw that this author uses a lot of imagery and ambiguity because we never know if for a fact the guy who sold them the things was the real owner or why did they behave the way they did.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez

The roses remind me of the story The Sea of Lost Time because in the story the townspeople smelled the roses and with that smell came change to their town.

Rhino in me

There is times when like any other teenager I've become a Rhinoceros and just go along with the flow and not stand up for my ideas and my believes because it seems easier to swim within the flow than trying to be a salmon swimming against the current. I've also not been a rhino when I decide to stand up for my ideals and try to be different from everyone else. Once in a while it's good to be different and stand up for what one believes.

Song Lyrics

Jason Mraz
The Dynamo Of Volition

I got the dynamo of volition, the p-pole position
Automatic transmission with l-low emissions
I'm a brand-new addition to the old edition
With the love unconditional.

And I'm a drama abolitionist
Damn no opposition to my proposition
Half of a man, half magician, half a politician
Holding the mic like ammunition
And my vision is as simple as light

Ain't no reason we should be in a fight
No demolition, get to vote, get to say what you like
Procreation, compositions already written by themselves
"Heck" is for the people not believin' in 'Gosh'.

Good job, get 'em up way high, gimme, gimme that high five
Good time, get 'em way down low, gimme, gimme that low dough
Good god, bring 'em back again and gimme, gimme that high ten
You're the best definition of good intention.

I do not answer the call if I do not know who is calling
I guess the whole point of it all is that we never know really
I'm tryin' to keep with the Joneses, while waiting for Guns and the Roses
To finish what we all suppose is gonna be the shit as-summing.

Oh fists knock, bumpin' and wrists lock, twistin' up a Rizla
Kid Icarus on the transistor, Nintendo been givin' me the blister
I bend over take it in the kisser.
My best friends are hittin' on my sister
Try to tell 'em that they still a wisher
Cause she already got herself a mister
And, besides, that's gross don't wanna dis her
A-di-di-di-di-di-didn't I say, didn't I say.
Good job, get 'em up way high, gimme, gimme that high five
Good time, get 'em way down low, gimme, gimme that low dough
Good god, bring 'em back again and gimme, gimme that high ten
You're the best definition of good versus evil.

I do not keep up with statistics
I do not sleep without a mistress
I do not eat unless it's fixed with some kind of sweet, like a licorice
My home is deep inside the mystics
I'm known to keep diggin' on existence
I'm holdin' in the heat like a fish stick
My phone it beeps because I missed it.

I do not answer the call if I do not know who is calling
I'm making no sense of it all, so can I get a witness
I'm only a boy in a story, just a hallucinatory
Trippin' on nothing there is, living in the wilderness.

With a tiger spot on my back, living life of a cat
I just wanna relax here and write another rap tune
Driving off on your blind man's bike You can say just what you like
Or nothing can stop you. Ohh

Good job, get 'em up way high, gimme, gimme that high five
Good time, get 'em way down low, gimme, gimme that low dough
Good god, bring 'em back again and gimme, gimme that high ten
You're the best, You're the best, You're the best, You're the best,
You're the best, You're the best, You're the best.

Good job, get 'em up way high, gimme, gimme that high five
Good time, get 'em way down low, gimme, gimme that low dough
Good god, bring 'em back again and gimme, gimme that high ten
You're the best definition of good intention
You're the best definition of good intention
You're a representation of good intention
You're the best around!

This song lyrics can be considered poetry because of its rhyme, consonance, assonance, metaphors, and amplification.

spring poem

If a Wilderness
by Carl Phillips
Then spring came: branches-in-a-wind. . . I bought a harness, I bought a bridle. I wagered on God in a kind stranger— kind at first; strange, then less so— and I was right. The difference between God and luck is that luck, when it leaves, does not go far: the idea is to believe you could almost touch it. . . . Now he's singing, cadence of a rough sea—A way of crossing a dark so unspecific, it seems everywhere: isn't that what singing, once, was for? I lay the harness across my lap, the bridle beside me for the sweat—the color and smell of it—that I couldn't, by now, lift the leather free of, even if I wanted to. I don't want to. I like this poem's tone.  I liked how the poem uses the line structure to convey meaning to the poem.

Pablo Neruda

Ode to Clothes


Every morning you wait,
clothes, over a chair,
to fill yourself with
my vanity, my love,
my hope, my body.
Barely
risen from sleep,
I relinquish the water,
enter your sleeves,
my legs look for
the hollows of your legs,
and so embraced
by your indefatigable faithfulness
I rise, to tread the grass,
enter poetry,
consider through the windows,
the things,
the men, the women,
the deeds and the fights
go on forming me,
go on making me face things
working my hands,
opening my eyes,
using my mouth,
and so, clothes,
I too go forming you,
extending your elbows,
snapping your threads,
and so your life expands
in the image of my life.
In the wind
you billow and snap
as if you were my soul,
at bad times
you cling
to my bones,
vacant, for the night,
darkness, sleep
populate with their phantoms
your wings and mine.
I wonder
if one day
a bullet
from the enemy
will leave you stained with my blood
and then
you will die with me
or one day
not quite
so dramatic
but simple, you will fall ill,
clothes,
with me,
grow old
with me, with my body
and joined
we will enter
the earth.
Because of this
each day
I greet you
with reverence and then
you embrace me and I forget you,
because we are one
and we will go on
facing the wind, in the night,
the streets or the fight,
a single body,
one day, one day, some day, still.


- Pablo Neruda

I liked this Ode, because as he puts it clothes is what makes us who we are and we both shape each other.