I had the best time of my life at prom. It was what I thought and more. I dance with my friends and took pictures with everyone and saw everyone lookingh reallllly nice. I feel like that teachers were surprise to see everyone more importantly was surrprise to to see Sienna and Stephaine. I really wished that it could be long and that we could go back
Even the after party that I want to at a club was fun. danced and had some laughs with my friends. We got to sienna house at 6 in the morning and did not go to bed until 6 30 and ate while the sun rised. I spend it with people that I love and care alot about. And we are spending the whole weekend together.
And I think that these teachers are getting carried away. Thinking that we are coming to school or even be home to do homework. Prom really help me see that I am out of this school and how happy I am to be out of the school. Overall I had the best time and can"t wait to be out of a school that is driving my crazy
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
HW 58 - Prom Interviews
Sage: I don't think it is like what they show on tv but I think it is going to be like a sweet 16. I am happy and can't wait but at the same time I just want to give it over with because I feel like people are going crazy over what they going to look like and what other people look like.
Aisatou: I am really happy and I can't wait it is is in 2 days. I don't think it is not going like what proms are like because of where we live. I also think that it is going to be the live of everyones life. I feel like that whole let's get drunk this is so sad and I feel like that is going to mess up people night.
My sister: I went to prom a while ago, but from what I remember I had a lot of fun. I had a date and he can and picked me up took pictures with him and my family. When we got to prom we danced and had laughed and thought about all the good times we had. And after we hung up and we want to ihop. I didn't get home until 6 in the morning.
Jamel: I had a good time. Even though I passed out due to my seizures. My friends helped my out and we went back to having home. I don't remember what time I got home I just know I had fun. And now I am going to go with my girlfriend to her prom and then go with my best friend to hers.
Grandma: I had a prom but I didn't go because I was pregnant with my oldest son. But if I did go to prom I thought there was going to be punch and talking and dancing, But not nasty because there were teachers there. And then after prom I would go home because I lived in a small town and there was nothing else to do.
My aunt: I did go to prom and I had a lot of fun. It was a nice way to end the year saying good-bye to everyone and seeing people dressed up differently then they did when they just came to school. And it was cool to see people that really quiet at prom and dance and have fun.
I noticed that people can't wait to see people get dress up and see the quiet people have fun since they didn't really. I think that people always think that this night is going to be the best night of our life. And I think that since everyone that we talk to all say that it is the best night so we just think that it is. But what about the people that don't go what do they do.
Aisatou: I am really happy and I can't wait it is is in 2 days. I don't think it is not going like what proms are like because of where we live. I also think that it is going to be the live of everyones life. I feel like that whole let's get drunk this is so sad and I feel like that is going to mess up people night.
My sister: I went to prom a while ago, but from what I remember I had a lot of fun. I had a date and he can and picked me up took pictures with him and my family. When we got to prom we danced and had laughed and thought about all the good times we had. And after we hung up and we want to ihop. I didn't get home until 6 in the morning.
Jamel: I had a good time. Even though I passed out due to my seizures. My friends helped my out and we went back to having home. I don't remember what time I got home I just know I had fun. And now I am going to go with my girlfriend to her prom and then go with my best friend to hers.
Grandma: I had a prom but I didn't go because I was pregnant with my oldest son. But if I did go to prom I thought there was going to be punch and talking and dancing, But not nasty because there were teachers there. And then after prom I would go home because I lived in a small town and there was nothing else to do.
My aunt: I did go to prom and I had a lot of fun. It was a nice way to end the year saying good-bye to everyone and seeing people dressed up differently then they did when they just came to school. And it was cool to see people that really quiet at prom and dance and have fun.
I noticed that people can't wait to see people get dress up and see the quiet people have fun since they didn't really. I think that people always think that this night is going to be the best night of our life. And I think that since everyone that we talk to all say that it is the best night so we just think that it is. But what about the people that don't go what do they do.
Saturday, May 21, 2011
HW 57 - Initial Thoughts on Prom
My thoughts on prom is that I am hoping that is going to fun. Since I am a senior i actully get to go to a prom and see the things that everyone talks about and see the thinks that I thought it would. I think that I will still have fun even if it is not what other people thought it would be good because I always have fun with what every I do. I think that even though we all can't wait to get out this school this is going to be one night that we wish we can do over and over again. As well as a night we feel the beginning of evertything changing. It is kind of like when you turn 16 and you have a party and at the end of the night you think you are a different person and things are going to change, but they don't. Well this is the same but yet different. You still get that feeling but this time it is true.
Prom will be the beginning of the happy parade. Then graduation comes and then the first day of college where most of us will be on our own. Trying to figure out what works and what doesn't work. Leaving our friends and starting all over. So I think that we will talk about why prom looked at like it is the best night ever.
What I wnat to know is why is so much money?
What about the people that don't go. How do they feel?
Should we really be happy that soon we will be on our own?
How do the teachers that go to prom every year feel about prom?
Prom will be the beginning of the happy parade. Then graduation comes and then the first day of college where most of us will be on our own. Trying to figure out what works and what doesn't work. Leaving our friends and starting all over. So I think that we will talk about why prom looked at like it is the best night ever.
What I wnat to know is why is so much money?
What about the people that don't go. How do they feel?
Should we really be happy that soon we will be on our own?
How do the teachers that go to prom every year feel about prom?
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
HW 56 - Culminating Project Comments
Hey Sarah,
I think that it is cool that you can sit down and think about they way to want to be care for after you die. Because the truth is thst even though we have been talking about it in class I have not really stuck to what I want because I don't want to think about me dying. But I like how you want to be put in the water because it makes you calm. And to be die and still be in an place that you calm in is cool. And my miami? just wonder.
Hey Abdul,
I think that it was cool that you could sit down and really talk to your mom about this. As well as her taking this serious because i know that we all going to die but not everyone can talk about nor go out and change the will. So think that is a good relations that you and your mother have good job
Hey Ariel,
I think your post is really funny. It made want to read your blog as well as good to watch. I think this is so you to make a joke into everything and have fun in life, so why wouldn't you have fun you death. Good Job.
Hey Larche,
I like how you explained what a home funreal is to that if people didn't know they know do. I also like how you have a quote. As well as write all the soucres that you use good. But I like you explain why home funeral is a good thing. I think home funerals are a good thing to really say bye to your love ones. What do you think you would do or want done for you?
Hey Jessica,
I think that it brave of you to your friend about her grandmother. And I think it is sad they had to be there when she died. I think that is sad that her kids will not get to know their grandmother. But I think you should talked tou her about the things we learned about in class.
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meliwitz said...
Bryanna,
what strikes me is about your blog is the conversations with your family members and the fact that some have never really thought about dying.
The family would like for it to be celebratory, but I think the reality is that many people's emotional state goes through the stages that require us to morn and then reflect on the loss and the memories that remain.
It seems that this class has offered you an opportunity to talk with your family about many aspects of life that everyone can connect to.
ariel b. said...
You are very much right. An honest opinion is always great. I found what you said about peoples reactions to be humorous. Yet i agree some people might feel disrespected when you ask them questions like that. But have you wondered why? i think that it might be because they are scared of reality and prefer to ignore the fact that they will die. It was nice that you say you don't want others to be too worried about your death because your fun and funny. I feel the same way but since i know i like to give to others that's why i'd like resomation.
jessica c said...
i thought you had a good project going. i like towards the end about you and your mother. when you said that even though you and your mother have different view on religion, that it couldve been different for the way you guys care. but its not and i think that is very common with everybody. it doesnt matter what religion someone believes in (if they even do)it still comes down to one thing. they still believe in the person is in a good place and that no matter where they are, they are happy and accepted
good job.
I think that it is cool that you can sit down and think about they way to want to be care for after you die. Because the truth is thst even though we have been talking about it in class I have not really stuck to what I want because I don't want to think about me dying. But I like how you want to be put in the water because it makes you calm. And to be die and still be in an place that you calm in is cool. And my miami? just wonder.
Hey Abdul,
I think that it was cool that you could sit down and really talk to your mom about this. As well as her taking this serious because i know that we all going to die but not everyone can talk about nor go out and change the will. So think that is a good relations that you and your mother have good job
Hey Ariel,
I think your post is really funny. It made want to read your blog as well as good to watch. I think this is so you to make a joke into everything and have fun in life, so why wouldn't you have fun you death. Good Job.
Hey Larche,
I like how you explained what a home funreal is to that if people didn't know they know do. I also like how you have a quote. As well as write all the soucres that you use good. But I like you explain why home funeral is a good thing. I think home funerals are a good thing to really say bye to your love ones. What do you think you would do or want done for you?
Hey Jessica,
I think that it brave of you to your friend about her grandmother. And I think it is sad they had to be there when she died. I think that is sad that her kids will not get to know their grandmother. But I think you should talked tou her about the things we learned about in class.
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meliwitz said...
Bryanna,
what strikes me is about your blog is the conversations with your family members and the fact that some have never really thought about dying.
The family would like for it to be celebratory, but I think the reality is that many people's emotional state goes through the stages that require us to morn and then reflect on the loss and the memories that remain.
It seems that this class has offered you an opportunity to talk with your family about many aspects of life that everyone can connect to.
ariel b. said...
You are very much right. An honest opinion is always great. I found what you said about peoples reactions to be humorous. Yet i agree some people might feel disrespected when you ask them questions like that. But have you wondered why? i think that it might be because they are scared of reality and prefer to ignore the fact that they will die. It was nice that you say you don't want others to be too worried about your death because your fun and funny. I feel the same way but since i know i like to give to others that's why i'd like resomation.
jessica c said...
i thought you had a good project going. i like towards the end about you and your mother. when you said that even though you and your mother have different view on religion, that it couldve been different for the way you guys care. but its not and i think that is very common with everybody. it doesnt matter what religion someone believes in (if they even do)it still comes down to one thing. they still believe in the person is in a good place and that no matter where they are, they are happy and accepted
good job.
Extra Credit Opportunities 2
1. Living had never been just a habit
I had been enjoying it, every piece n bit
Each new day, it spread a canvas before me
With thousand colors around, it asked me - what you want to be!
Golden or silver, I never worried about the canvas frame
With my heart in every cell, I couldn't put it on sale!
As life kept breathing, I sketched along
People around me appraised, few set me wrong
I saw around me, thousand walls with painted thoughts
Each one different, reminding me of lessons taught
Indulged in self, walls of thoughts raised so high
No one around, neither the horizon, nor the sky
The place that I lived every inch, was suddenly dark in red
Buried under 'ME' and my canvas, I found myself dead! (By Suhrud Potdar,1/28/2010)
This poem is about living. That she was living in her own world, until she realize that she is dead.
2. Walking through the path of death,
Feeling in my heart the devil's breath.
Trees of decay as my companion,
I take every step as a caution.
Rocks crumbled under my feet,
Ghosts of my haunted past I meet.
There is nothing alive,
Only the remains of our wretched lives.
Shadows hiding in the trees,
I plead with them to let me be.
I breathe in the air of sweet decay,
Monstrous statues blocking my way,
Life is but a hideous dream,
A mask on which the sun beams.
Death is our only reality,
A world where everything is petty.
Gravestones rose up before my eyes,
In harmony with my defeated sighs.
I place flowers on the stones,
Crumbling my shattered bones.
A white rose appeared,
The gift of a most adored seer.
My feelings are frozen,
Your words are poison.
I see bodies paving my way forward,
Sweer decay curving upward.
I had once admired this scene,
But now its what it seems.
The flowers fadeth,
The bodies withered.
Kneel in front of gravestones,
And mourn the passing of mournful tones. (By Ariadne-Katheryn Howard Boleyn Seymour Parr Tudor of Aragorn, 2/8/2011)
This poem is talkig about walking through the thoughts of death. I think that line "Life is but a hideous dream, A mask on which the sun beams.Death is our only reality," is a powerful line because it is saying that the life we live if not real but it end just like dreams do where as death is real because it will never end.
3. In my prison all a lone,
Hoping and praying for life,
Life is near;
In my prison all a lone,
Hoping and praying for life,
Life is hear;
I am born but born to die,
In my world all alone
Hoping and praying for death;
Death is near,
Death is hear,
I am dead;
Dead,
Dead!
But free.(By Eamon J Healy, 10/4/2010)
I think that is poem is talking about someone being in prison and wanting to to live then wanting to die.
4. I single rose lying dead in a field
It lies there lifeless nothing it can feel.
Once a thing of beauty but a thing of beauty no more
Causing pain to those close to it somewhat like myself
Now it lies forgotten, lying in that field.(By christopher humphrey, 1/1/2010)
This poem is comparing their selve to a rose. How this think was once there but now it is not. Just like we will be on day done.
5. There shall be no more of me
No more of my presents
No more of my face
I will be gone FOREVER
U will regret what you have said
What you have done
OR what you didn't do
& if I shall die 2day don't blame yourself
Simply blame the people who put me down
My shield is getting weaker & weaker each day
My pain is getting worse
My attempts & thoughts are all for a reason
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When I die I will soon go to hell (OR heaven if god believes in me)
Sometimes I wonder my fate for when I'm gone
Will people care ?
Will people even remember me ?
Will they be sad?--or will they even cry ?
Unanswered questions is all I have
I will die a painful death
& no one will care
I will be watching from above or maybe haunting you from below
That is what I think will happen
IF....I.....DIE.....(By Shai Murphy, 7/13/2010)
This poem is getting at the idea that if they die people will have to tell with it. That it is going to be them that has to deal with the fact that they didn't do or say the things that they want to say to her.
6. I can't say these words just yet.
I know it shouldn't be hard, but there is just too much regret.
I said them once before.
But back in the day, I was hurt once more...
He left me, with the ring on my finger.
He hurt me, and yet my heart still lingered.
I said those deathly words once before.
And got hurt more and more.
To say that in which could not be.
I know I promise I won't regret thee.
You say you love me.
But I can't help be see your need to be free.
Your need to rome, your need to live.
I see this and so I want to give.
But you refuse to let me go.
You say I am just scared, I only act to show.
So I say this one last time.
These words that should be a crime.
My dearest heart.
The one that brought me back start.
I Love You, with every breath,
And every beat in my chest. (By Elizabeth Cromer, 3/10/2010)
This poem is talking about losing someone. About the fact that they left her and she didn't even know it was coming. And that she still can't say that he is gone.
7. Alone,
Hoping and praying for life,
Looking for life,
I am born!
But?
Born to die,
In my world all alone,
Hoping and praying for death,
I am dead!
Dead!
But free.(By Eamon J Healy, 10/4/2010)
I feel like this poem is getting the fact that we are dying to live when in the end we live so that we can die. And that whwn we are dead we are free.
8. Shhh...no need to cry
I'm dead, I can't die
It's already too late
My soul is now gone
I'll miss what I never had
I'll miss my never existing dad
I'll miss my tears
I'll miss the loneliness
I'll miss the life filled with misery
The life that only brought me a broken destiny
I'll miss it all...close my coffin door, for I have to go...nice knowing this fucked up world...but I now have to go......BYE!!
This is a cool poem because it written as if the person is dead what they will be saying as they are dead. Like what if you can still think when you dead you can't do everything else would people still be scared of dead?
9. I will try to pay this debt
but debt payment isn't like perfume my sweet
It will not mask the stench of treachery that has become your burden... will it...?
This remorse has gnawed at my conscience for so long
That what heart I ever had...
Has been eaten away
I feel empty
I feel alone
I'm no one
I have nothing
Yet you expect me to be happy- for you
And for your own benefit
But what bout me?
You never cared anyway did you
You never thought I was worth it...
I want to be repentant for what I did
There is no peace
Without repentance
Do you understand?
Do you want to?
Will you ever?
You have too much pride to be contrite
That's the problem
Oh I know my flaws
I know them well
But does this mean I can fix them?
No
It does not
Too late
It is for me
I am too late
To be saved
So ill drown in you hatred
And you love
You life
And wish forever more
I had not been... xo (By Katie murphy)
Once again death is being talked about as the beginning. As if one you die you are a different person or like you can start things all over.
10. Your spirit flows through the room
I feel the bass of your heart
Your eyes seep into my soul
As I sit and weep
Vines sweetly bind my wrists
To the bed we called home
All your love pours through my bones
As I scream out pain
Swirls of passion fill the room
Music flows as wind through air
Pain is not so near at all
As I get intombed by you(By Tara Takemoto)
Can we really still feel someone after they die. Or is that the only way that we can cope with the fact that someone die.
11. People say you get flashbacks when you die,
some say in the clouds your soul will fly.
Some say you couldn't breathe,
I say you will always bleed.
There will be no sunrise,
everyone will pay such a price.
There is only eternal darkness,
the end to all your passions and lust.
You smell sweet decay, endless fall and white roses,
We feel your last breath entering our noses.
There is no turning back,
there is no end of this taste of death.
So sleep, in your only memory,
let this chapter be an end to your story.
There is no happy ending,
they are only for the weakling.
We all loved you, worship you, adored you,
but now we must let death become you.
It is time to let you go,
and drive pain away from your road.
Goodbye, flightless bird
Let no joyful sounds be heard.
It's our time to die,
when we will forever fly
"But now we must let death become you"this is powerful. To say that is saying that you are no longer you. You become like every other die person and just become death.
12. Can you see me watching you
From the shadows of your mind?
Can you hear me sigh my deepest sigh
On the whispering rain?
Can you hear your bell tolling
Ringing out your last refrain?
Your sands have fallen through the waistband,
I am here to take you home.
Close your eyes and sleep my child,
Your candle no longer shines,
The pain you had has all gone now,
Feel my peace engulf your mind,
Place yourself inside your soul
And fly with me on the wind,
For I am here to take you home,
Just reach out and hold my hand.
Misery no longer rules
With arduous exhaustive toil,
It's time to leave the netherworld,
It's time to answer to my call,
I'll take you to another realm
Where peace and beauty reign as one,
Just follow me, my earthly child,
I am here to take you home.
13. This feeling I have ,
Will it ever go away ?
These thoughts I have,
Will they ever go away ?
Will I ever be able to talk about it .
Or will I just keep it to myself ?
Will my heart ever heal,
Or will I just have to deal?
My mind says one day I will be ready,
Ready to live on.
My heart says how,
How can I live on with out you.
My soul says not to cry,
Because your safe and being cared for.
But I still cry .
Why ,why did it have to be you?
You were my world ,my everything.
Why did you have to go?
I miss you so much.
Why did you have to suffer?
Why did they have to take you?
If I could hold you one more time,
Kiss you just one last time,
Just hold your little hand to let you know I'll always be with you.
If only you were here.
If only you knew how much I love and miss you.
You are forever in my heart.
This is talking about the paian one feels after they lose someone. And just really trying to understand what is going on.
14. I am trapped in this eternal slumber,
Falling into blackness so dark, so deep;
My heart is confined and encumbered
As my soul remains in immortal sleep.
Lies shroud my eyes so that I cannot see,
Deception holds my tongue -unable to speak-
Manipulation binds my hands behind me;
I fade into the abyss of the helpless and weak.
God, the pain just continues to linger within;
I don't know how to escape or what I should do.
Love always brings to me the gift of oblivion
And, for me, it has not yet been found to be true.
Endless suffering and torture consume my life
And yet I slip into shadows that numb my soul.
I just stare at the black but gleaming knife:
"Will tearing myself apart make me whole?"
I scream into the night until my lungs bleed dry
But I stand here watching my frail prayers collapse.
My cries are all in vain, falling from the black sky;
I realize that the emotions I feel are only hidden traps.
So I am trapped in this eternal slumber,
Falling into blackness so dark, so deep;
My heart is confined and encumbered
As my soul remains in immortal sleep,
But as I lie here, slowly wasting away,
My heart silently continues hoping.
It whispers only one thing as it prays
As it waits for myself to find awakening:
"Rising from the ashes of our wake, I hold these shadows close around me. Maybe darkness will make the pain fade away and bring comfort to my empty and yearning soul..."
15. Mom I just blew all my thoughts away. And in the end I didn't even mind. The roses are outside and it's snowing, while you all cry over my grave. Mom, I couldn't take it anymore, the dark was calling me.
If you hear a voice Mom, don't you quit trying to listen. Be who you are and forget about me. I'll never loose your picture perfect smile Mom, but I won't miss it either.
On a winter's night a cool breeze blew from you to me and I knew what I had to do. It was obvious that you wanted me gone, you didn't care at all. There was no where to turn Mom, the silence filled my head.
The night's grasp had a hold of me, and he wasn't letting go. Mom I know the true color of crying, all these things I didn't have to know, but learned along the way.
That night I sat at the weeping willow and thought about the wind. It Whipered a sweet melody to me mom, it told me the choice was right.
So I cocked the gun, pulled off my hat and pulled it to my brain. BOOM. All the lost days and nights that flew by me without recollection are now flashing in my eyes.
Mom I'm forever lost, and I learned the deepest hurt. The purple midnight was smooth as I fell to the snow covered ground. At this time all my unspoken words, Mom, where screamed.
Thump, thump..thump...thump.....thump........thump
My last heartbeat struck as it became nothing of importance.
I learned the truth, lies, sadness, pros, cons, problems and situations of life, Mom....
And I know you won't even cry when you read this.
From reading these poems I don't really have a favorite, they all mad me thing and ask what we really think about death. Like do we really feel that once we die we become death. Are we no longer the person we was before we did? Or that fact that we are all scared to die because we can't move or think. But what if we could think but couldn't move woul we still be scared? With out these answers we live life trying to make sure evern moment least to really in some ways killer us faster.
But my favortie lines are "But now we must let death become you, "Life is but a hideous dream, A mask on which the sun beams.Death is our only reality". I just feel like they really show we all think about death. Life we get this dream to have it pulled away from us to die and be there for ever and become nothing.
But as a matter of fact my favorite poem is the rose poem.
"I single rose lying dead in a field
It lies there lifeless nothing it can feel.
Once a thing of beauty but a thing of beauty no more
Causing pain to those close to it somewhat like myself
Now it lies forgotten, lying in that field." I like it becaus people always compares them self to a rose. As if we all these beautiful think that everyone wants and needs. But we are not, so why a rose you not anything esle. It just makes me wonder.
I had been enjoying it, every piece n bit
Each new day, it spread a canvas before me
With thousand colors around, it asked me - what you want to be!
Golden or silver, I never worried about the canvas frame
With my heart in every cell, I couldn't put it on sale!
As life kept breathing, I sketched along
People around me appraised, few set me wrong
I saw around me, thousand walls with painted thoughts
Each one different, reminding me of lessons taught
Indulged in self, walls of thoughts raised so high
No one around, neither the horizon, nor the sky
The place that I lived every inch, was suddenly dark in red
Buried under 'ME' and my canvas, I found myself dead! (By Suhrud Potdar,1/28/2010)
This poem is about living. That she was living in her own world, until she realize that she is dead.
2. Walking through the path of death,
Feeling in my heart the devil's breath.
Trees of decay as my companion,
I take every step as a caution.
Rocks crumbled under my feet,
Ghosts of my haunted past I meet.
There is nothing alive,
Only the remains of our wretched lives.
Shadows hiding in the trees,
I plead with them to let me be.
I breathe in the air of sweet decay,
Monstrous statues blocking my way,
Life is but a hideous dream,
A mask on which the sun beams.
Death is our only reality,
A world where everything is petty.
Gravestones rose up before my eyes,
In harmony with my defeated sighs.
I place flowers on the stones,
Crumbling my shattered bones.
A white rose appeared,
The gift of a most adored seer.
My feelings are frozen,
Your words are poison.
I see bodies paving my way forward,
Sweer decay curving upward.
I had once admired this scene,
But now its what it seems.
The flowers fadeth,
The bodies withered.
Kneel in front of gravestones,
And mourn the passing of mournful tones. (By Ariadne-Katheryn Howard Boleyn Seymour Parr Tudor of Aragorn, 2/8/2011)
This poem is talkig about walking through the thoughts of death. I think that line "Life is but a hideous dream, A mask on which the sun beams.Death is our only reality," is a powerful line because it is saying that the life we live if not real but it end just like dreams do where as death is real because it will never end.
3. In my prison all a lone,
Hoping and praying for life,
Life is near;
In my prison all a lone,
Hoping and praying for life,
Life is hear;
I am born but born to die,
In my world all alone
Hoping and praying for death;
Death is near,
Death is hear,
I am dead;
Dead,
Dead!
But free.(By Eamon J Healy, 10/4/2010)
I think that is poem is talking about someone being in prison and wanting to to live then wanting to die.
4. I single rose lying dead in a field
It lies there lifeless nothing it can feel.
Once a thing of beauty but a thing of beauty no more
Causing pain to those close to it somewhat like myself
Now it lies forgotten, lying in that field.(By christopher humphrey, 1/1/2010)
This poem is comparing their selve to a rose. How this think was once there but now it is not. Just like we will be on day done.
5. There shall be no more of me
No more of my presents
No more of my face
I will be gone FOREVER
U will regret what you have said
What you have done
OR what you didn't do
& if I shall die 2day don't blame yourself
Simply blame the people who put me down
My shield is getting weaker & weaker each day
My pain is getting worse
My attempts & thoughts are all for a reason
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When I die I will soon go to hell (OR heaven if god believes in me)
Sometimes I wonder my fate for when I'm gone
Will people care ?
Will people even remember me ?
Will they be sad?--or will they even cry ?
Unanswered questions is all I have
I will die a painful death
& no one will care
I will be watching from above or maybe haunting you from below
That is what I think will happen
IF....I.....DIE.....(By Shai Murphy, 7/13/2010)
This poem is getting at the idea that if they die people will have to tell with it. That it is going to be them that has to deal with the fact that they didn't do or say the things that they want to say to her.
6. I can't say these words just yet.
I know it shouldn't be hard, but there is just too much regret.
I said them once before.
But back in the day, I was hurt once more...
He left me, with the ring on my finger.
He hurt me, and yet my heart still lingered.
I said those deathly words once before.
And got hurt more and more.
To say that in which could not be.
I know I promise I won't regret thee.
You say you love me.
But I can't help be see your need to be free.
Your need to rome, your need to live.
I see this and so I want to give.
But you refuse to let me go.
You say I am just scared, I only act to show.
So I say this one last time.
These words that should be a crime.
My dearest heart.
The one that brought me back start.
I Love You, with every breath,
And every beat in my chest. (By Elizabeth Cromer, 3/10/2010)
This poem is talking about losing someone. About the fact that they left her and she didn't even know it was coming. And that she still can't say that he is gone.
7. Alone,
Hoping and praying for life,
Looking for life,
I am born!
But?
Born to die,
In my world all alone,
Hoping and praying for death,
I am dead!
Dead!
But free.(By Eamon J Healy, 10/4/2010)
I feel like this poem is getting the fact that we are dying to live when in the end we live so that we can die. And that whwn we are dead we are free.
8. Shhh...no need to cry
I'm dead, I can't die
It's already too late
My soul is now gone
I'll miss what I never had
I'll miss my never existing dad
I'll miss my tears
I'll miss the loneliness
I'll miss the life filled with misery
The life that only brought me a broken destiny
I'll miss it all...close my coffin door, for I have to go...nice knowing this fucked up world...but I now have to go......BYE!!
This is a cool poem because it written as if the person is dead what they will be saying as they are dead. Like what if you can still think when you dead you can't do everything else would people still be scared of dead?
9. I will try to pay this debt
but debt payment isn't like perfume my sweet
It will not mask the stench of treachery that has become your burden... will it...?
This remorse has gnawed at my conscience for so long
That what heart I ever had...
Has been eaten away
I feel empty
I feel alone
I'm no one
I have nothing
Yet you expect me to be happy- for you
And for your own benefit
But what bout me?
You never cared anyway did you
You never thought I was worth it...
I want to be repentant for what I did
There is no peace
Without repentance
Do you understand?
Do you want to?
Will you ever?
You have too much pride to be contrite
That's the problem
Oh I know my flaws
I know them well
But does this mean I can fix them?
No
It does not
Too late
It is for me
I am too late
To be saved
So ill drown in you hatred
And you love
You life
And wish forever more
I had not been... xo (By Katie murphy)
Once again death is being talked about as the beginning. As if one you die you are a different person or like you can start things all over.
10. Your spirit flows through the room
I feel the bass of your heart
Your eyes seep into my soul
As I sit and weep
Vines sweetly bind my wrists
To the bed we called home
All your love pours through my bones
As I scream out pain
Swirls of passion fill the room
Music flows as wind through air
Pain is not so near at all
As I get intombed by you(By Tara Takemoto)
Can we really still feel someone after they die. Or is that the only way that we can cope with the fact that someone die.
11. People say you get flashbacks when you die,
some say in the clouds your soul will fly.
Some say you couldn't breathe,
I say you will always bleed.
There will be no sunrise,
everyone will pay such a price.
There is only eternal darkness,
the end to all your passions and lust.
You smell sweet decay, endless fall and white roses,
We feel your last breath entering our noses.
There is no turning back,
there is no end of this taste of death.
So sleep, in your only memory,
let this chapter be an end to your story.
There is no happy ending,
they are only for the weakling.
We all loved you, worship you, adored you,
but now we must let death become you.
It is time to let you go,
and drive pain away from your road.
Goodbye, flightless bird
Let no joyful sounds be heard.
It's our time to die,
when we will forever fly
"But now we must let death become you"this is powerful. To say that is saying that you are no longer you. You become like every other die person and just become death.
12. Can you see me watching you
From the shadows of your mind?
Can you hear me sigh my deepest sigh
On the whispering rain?
Can you hear your bell tolling
Ringing out your last refrain?
Your sands have fallen through the waistband,
I am here to take you home.
Close your eyes and sleep my child,
Your candle no longer shines,
The pain you had has all gone now,
Feel my peace engulf your mind,
Place yourself inside your soul
And fly with me on the wind,
For I am here to take you home,
Just reach out and hold my hand.
Misery no longer rules
With arduous exhaustive toil,
It's time to leave the netherworld,
It's time to answer to my call,
I'll take you to another realm
Where peace and beauty reign as one,
Just follow me, my earthly child,
I am here to take you home.
13. This feeling I have ,
Will it ever go away ?
These thoughts I have,
Will they ever go away ?
Will I ever be able to talk about it .
Or will I just keep it to myself ?
Will my heart ever heal,
Or will I just have to deal?
My mind says one day I will be ready,
Ready to live on.
My heart says how,
How can I live on with out you.
My soul says not to cry,
Because your safe and being cared for.
But I still cry .
Why ,why did it have to be you?
You were my world ,my everything.
Why did you have to go?
I miss you so much.
Why did you have to suffer?
Why did they have to take you?
If I could hold you one more time,
Kiss you just one last time,
Just hold your little hand to let you know I'll always be with you.
If only you were here.
If only you knew how much I love and miss you.
You are forever in my heart.
This is talking about the paian one feels after they lose someone. And just really trying to understand what is going on.
14. I am trapped in this eternal slumber,
Falling into blackness so dark, so deep;
My heart is confined and encumbered
As my soul remains in immortal sleep.
Lies shroud my eyes so that I cannot see,
Deception holds my tongue -unable to speak-
Manipulation binds my hands behind me;
I fade into the abyss of the helpless and weak.
God, the pain just continues to linger within;
I don't know how to escape or what I should do.
Love always brings to me the gift of oblivion
And, for me, it has not yet been found to be true.
Endless suffering and torture consume my life
And yet I slip into shadows that numb my soul.
I just stare at the black but gleaming knife:
"Will tearing myself apart make me whole?"
I scream into the night until my lungs bleed dry
But I stand here watching my frail prayers collapse.
My cries are all in vain, falling from the black sky;
I realize that the emotions I feel are only hidden traps.
So I am trapped in this eternal slumber,
Falling into blackness so dark, so deep;
My heart is confined and encumbered
As my soul remains in immortal sleep,
But as I lie here, slowly wasting away,
My heart silently continues hoping.
It whispers only one thing as it prays
As it waits for myself to find awakening:
"Rising from the ashes of our wake, I hold these shadows close around me. Maybe darkness will make the pain fade away and bring comfort to my empty and yearning soul..."
15. Mom I just blew all my thoughts away. And in the end I didn't even mind. The roses are outside and it's snowing, while you all cry over my grave. Mom, I couldn't take it anymore, the dark was calling me.
If you hear a voice Mom, don't you quit trying to listen. Be who you are and forget about me. I'll never loose your picture perfect smile Mom, but I won't miss it either.
On a winter's night a cool breeze blew from you to me and I knew what I had to do. It was obvious that you wanted me gone, you didn't care at all. There was no where to turn Mom, the silence filled my head.
The night's grasp had a hold of me, and he wasn't letting go. Mom I know the true color of crying, all these things I didn't have to know, but learned along the way.
That night I sat at the weeping willow and thought about the wind. It Whipered a sweet melody to me mom, it told me the choice was right.
So I cocked the gun, pulled off my hat and pulled it to my brain. BOOM. All the lost days and nights that flew by me without recollection are now flashing in my eyes.
Mom I'm forever lost, and I learned the deepest hurt. The purple midnight was smooth as I fell to the snow covered ground. At this time all my unspoken words, Mom, where screamed.
Thump, thump..thump...thump.....thump........thump
My last heartbeat struck as it became nothing of importance.
I learned the truth, lies, sadness, pros, cons, problems and situations of life, Mom....
And I know you won't even cry when you read this.
From reading these poems I don't really have a favorite, they all mad me thing and ask what we really think about death. Like do we really feel that once we die we become death. Are we no longer the person we was before we did? Or that fact that we are all scared to die because we can't move or think. But what if we could think but couldn't move woul we still be scared? With out these answers we live life trying to make sure evern moment least to really in some ways killer us faster.
But my favortie lines are "But now we must let death become you, "Life is but a hideous dream, A mask on which the sun beams.Death is our only reality". I just feel like they really show we all think about death. Life we get this dream to have it pulled away from us to die and be there for ever and become nothing.
But as a matter of fact my favorite poem is the rose poem.
"I single rose lying dead in a field
It lies there lifeless nothing it can feel.
Once a thing of beauty but a thing of beauty no more
Causing pain to those close to it somewhat like myself
Now it lies forgotten, lying in that field." I like it becaus people always compares them self to a rose. As if we all these beautiful think that everyone wants and needs. But we are not, so why a rose you not anything esle. It just makes me wonder.
extra-credit-opportunities 1
COTD2. Watch "Harold & Maude" and write up 3-5 paragraphs analyzing the significance of the theme of funerals and death in the lives, practices, and beliefs of the three main characters.
Maude:Is an old lady goes to funerals of people she does not know as well and that is how she meet Harold. And as a old lady she does things as if she was young. She steals and has fun as if there is no punishment in the world that could affect her. Just like Harold she looks as death as something entertaining. She talks more then Harold. Loves flowers because they grow die and become something new and different. She very honest and lives life to the fullest. "Earth is my body and my head is in the stars". "Everyone has a right to make an ass out of them selves. Don't let people judge you". She takes pills that is going to kill her self. This shows that she lived her life and that she is okay with dying.
Harold: Is a young man, and he looks at death as a joke at the beginning he fakes to hang his self. When his mother walks and sees him she just look at him and keep doing what she has to do and walk out the room. Through out the movie he does different death pranks on his mother. He also goes to funerals just to go just to be around people as they cry. From the pranks of death that he does in front of his mother makes it seems as if he wants her attention and she not giving it to him. He also goes to a psychologist and said that he has done more then 50 fake deaths. Harold is more quiet then Maude. "Should not get attach to anything"." I want to be a daisy because they are all the same". Before meeting Maude lived life forcing on death, but after meeting Maude he tries to live life to the fullest. He has not live he has die a few times. After the cops told his mother that he was dead and she fell out. And from there he saw that he like being dead. Does anything to not so people do not want to talk to him besides Maude. He threw his car off a cliff showing that he left his pass behind and that he is moving on in life.
Harold mother: The mother just talks. She does not really listen to people she just talk. She doesn't even pay attention to her son from the smallest to the biggest things. Controlling and things that what she thinks is the best and knows what people do with their life. Once again because she does not believe in what Harold is doing she tries to make him change but making go the the army.
Harold and Maude don't really think about what they do, they just do. They go where every the wind takes them and see things that most people don't. They are the same but yet they are different. They see the same thing but read it differently. " If you want to be you be you because there are a million things to be and you know there are......"
Maude:Is an old lady goes to funerals of people she does not know as well and that is how she meet Harold. And as a old lady she does things as if she was young. She steals and has fun as if there is no punishment in the world that could affect her. Just like Harold she looks as death as something entertaining. She talks more then Harold. Loves flowers because they grow die and become something new and different. She very honest and lives life to the fullest. "Earth is my body and my head is in the stars". "Everyone has a right to make an ass out of them selves. Don't let people judge you". She takes pills that is going to kill her self. This shows that she lived her life and that she is okay with dying.
Harold: Is a young man, and he looks at death as a joke at the beginning he fakes to hang his self. When his mother walks and sees him she just look at him and keep doing what she has to do and walk out the room. Through out the movie he does different death pranks on his mother. He also goes to funerals just to go just to be around people as they cry. From the pranks of death that he does in front of his mother makes it seems as if he wants her attention and she not giving it to him. He also goes to a psychologist and said that he has done more then 50 fake deaths. Harold is more quiet then Maude. "Should not get attach to anything"." I want to be a daisy because they are all the same". Before meeting Maude lived life forcing on death, but after meeting Maude he tries to live life to the fullest. He has not live he has die a few times. After the cops told his mother that he was dead and she fell out. And from there he saw that he like being dead. Does anything to not so people do not want to talk to him besides Maude. He threw his car off a cliff showing that he left his pass behind and that he is moving on in life.
Harold mother: The mother just talks. She does not really listen to people she just talk. She doesn't even pay attention to her son from the smallest to the biggest things. Controlling and things that what she thinks is the best and knows what people do with their life. Once again because she does not believe in what Harold is doing she tries to make him change but making go the the army.
Harold and Maude don't really think about what they do, they just do. They go where every the wind takes them and see things that most people don't. They are the same but yet they are different. They see the same thing but read it differently. " If you want to be you be you because there are a million things to be and you know there are......"
Sunday, May 15, 2011
HW 55 - Culminating Project - Care of the Dead
Like all my other projects I talked to my family about what they knew and what they thought about the whole thing that we are learning in class. And like I said before it is better to ask 5 people that I know to get true answers then to ask 10 people that i don't know and that would feel weird about talking to me about dead. Like when we had to the homework about going to a funeral home or something and ask questions. When I did that the lady looked at me as if I had two head told me I had to go to head quarters, then wanted me to the door and locked me out. Where as when I went downtown they answered my question and did even care why I was asking these question. But not everyone is like that , some people think that that is rude to ask or think that you are crazy to think about that which in a way I think that they are right.
When talking to my family most of them never even thought about how they wanted to be treated after they were die nor did they know the different ways that they could be treated. They just thought that you died and then you are put in the ground. Besides my mother she always knew how she want to die and how she want to be taken care of. She wants people to be happy and a party not a funeral which I agree with her. Since we are funny loving people we want people to have fun with the ending of our life. But at the same time I see why some of my family members don't really care. They are dead. It is not like they are going to be hurt from the fact that you did not cry of them or give them a home funeral.
It is like we get nothing else we want in life why did the way we want to be taken care of after they die be different. Like my grandma she does not care what happens. Where as my sister never thought about it and thinks that it is weird to think about it know. And my aunt never thought about it but is starting to think about it now.
And the funny part is that I thought since me and my mom had different views on religion, I thought that we would be care in different ways. But I think that it doesn't only have to do with just the religion we believe in but as well as the type of person we are. Because we both are people that love to make other people laugh we want our funeral to be fun and more of a party. And at first I didn't really care what happens after I die and how my family decide to do I just don't want them to have to spend so much money on me. Because if I didn't know that they loved me when I died then I am not going to know after I die when the spent all that money on me.
When talking to my family most of them never even thought about how they wanted to be treated after they were die nor did they know the different ways that they could be treated. They just thought that you died and then you are put in the ground. Besides my mother she always knew how she want to die and how she want to be taken care of. She wants people to be happy and a party not a funeral which I agree with her. Since we are funny loving people we want people to have fun with the ending of our life. But at the same time I see why some of my family members don't really care. They are dead. It is not like they are going to be hurt from the fact that you did not cry of them or give them a home funeral.
It is like we get nothing else we want in life why did the way we want to be taken care of after they die be different. Like my grandma she does not care what happens. Where as my sister never thought about it and thinks that it is weird to think about it know. And my aunt never thought about it but is starting to think about it now.
And the funny part is that I thought since me and my mom had different views on religion, I thought that we would be care in different ways. But I think that it doesn't only have to do with just the religion we believe in but as well as the type of person we are. Because we both are people that love to make other people laugh we want our funeral to be fun and more of a party. And at first I didn't really care what happens after I die and how my family decide to do I just don't want them to have to spend so much money on me. Because if I didn't know that they loved me when I died then I am not going to know after I die when the spent all that money on me.
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