Chelsea+Smith

"Poetry is the doorway to the soul" - Floria

 the constant begging,  the cold wet hair on my back,  the hard pulling of her hands  wrapped tight.  created the discusse of the day.
 * Dreadful Change (memory poem) **

 knots of the 20th century and the shooting pain from my temples,  the hard brush on my head  and the time it took away from cartoons and cheedos.

 the hatred expanded like mrs.puff on spongebob,  i hated to sit there  so still,  i wanted out.

 time passing,  things change

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> my hatred for it now is like <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> gastric bypass surgery, <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> it has slimmed down.

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> Now I only wish I had the momments of <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> wet hair pulled tight and folded over one another, <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> the act of being able to sit still for a moment. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> Begging doesn't even get me close. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> Nothing does.

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> the matter of time, the <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> changes we in counter. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> the things that slip away <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> and into the past <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> it makes us beg for the time back again. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> but what we need to accept is that, <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> its never going to come back. media type="file" key="MemoryPoem.mp3" width="240" height="20"

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> who is she? what is she? <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> she is her ipod, her ipod is her. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> everything you ever wish to know <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> is hiden there <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> inside that piece of metal and plastic.
 * <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">Ode to My Ipod **

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> Read it like a book, flip <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> page to page, and <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> read it deep. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> double click, and expand the walls to large things.

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> See her soul, <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> what her heart acks for, <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> what her heart has. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> who she has, <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> who she had.

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> understand her feels and <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> the places she often goes, <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> or where she wishes she was.

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> Put time into it, <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> make it the fantasy you wish you had. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> The magic wand of life. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> everything else disappears, its <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> it created that smile on your face

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> so bury yourself in so deep <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> that coming up, isn't <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> an option, isn't <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> wanted.

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> Why this, why the plastic, the metal <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> No judgement, <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> no hatred, <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> never wrong.

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> its my world <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> of me, <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> only me.

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> It understands me, <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> it created me, <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> it is me, <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> it was made by me.

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">With a line from Everytime I Look For You by Blink 182
 * <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">The Rays of Her (Riff poem) **

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">the light as it hits your face, its beautiful. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">it shines so bright like the blinding sun in the middle of summer. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">I soak it in, <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">the tanning of your light <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">gives me hope to grab hand in honor one day.

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> I try to move in, <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> i try for a day, <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> i want to see your face, <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> face to face but <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> Everytime I look for you the sun goes down <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> and I stumble when this whole thing runs aground. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> my chance is lost for another day.

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> I swallow my words and choke on pride. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> my face a red balloon and my body like an earthquake, <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> I try to impress. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> cant you see my work for you?

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> I start for you <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> the flash of your hair, pushes <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> me back, makes my heart whirl <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> fall to ground, your power is so <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> overwhelming.

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> I love you, <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> from a distance <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> i see that your the string to my balloon, <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> you keep me here on the ground through you.

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> i was raised by <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> blasting bold music <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> firece fighting video-games <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> corny cartooned tv, and <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> pokemon playing card. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> Childhood.
 * <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">Change (I was raised by... poem) **

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> by tightly tangled hair <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> girl gossip <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> delightful dressy dresses <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> marking make-up stains <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> curiously crushing on boys <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> beautiful blooming bodies <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> crappy cramps <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> Girlhood.

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> by hard horrible homework <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> long lasting days <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> wet water eyes <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> sad sorrowful stories <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> proud poppin' parties <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> shameful shushed secrets <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> green glittery gear <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> boundless bewitching ballet <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> fake faint friends <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> sparkling summer days <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> Teenhood.

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> by go-getter goals <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> helpful hopes <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> create changeful creations <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> fulfill the fabulous future ahead <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> Adults. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> Adulthood.

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> As I step down off the hard metal step <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> I hit the hard cold stiff ground with my feet <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> I walked the way home, just as I kept <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> my eyes from closing shut, feeling beat
 * <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">Long Winter Days (sonnet) **

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> I drag myself home sweet home, rest at last <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> to lay down and stare at the painted walls <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> time to sit back and relax, as i remove my cast. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> wishing the weekend was closer to hit up the malls

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> struggling to make it from day to day <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> the stress is height like the 100 pound weight <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> i want summer to strike so i can sit on the bay <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> only if life was easy and relaxing, it would be great

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> from the bus to the house to hopes of summer, <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> back into the school year and cold air, what a bummer.

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">In my poetry I always, always use line breaks. I use them to show the different ideas that are going on in just that one thought. I also use it to help with different kind of breaks. Lines breaks are so much more powerful when some else is holding your poem in their hand because they are able to see which words you singled out. It helps isolate the mean of just that one word or phase.
 * <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">My Poetry Style **

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">In my poems, I often don’t rhyme or follow a rhyme scheme. If I do rhyme it is just a random part of two in a poem. When I use rhyme I use it to show the connection of the two things and to bring them closer together.

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> Something new I tried during this wiki page was the writing technique of alteration. I used this in my I Was Raised By… poem. This technique is hard to use but can by very powerful. I used it in each line and in each line I only talked about one object or activity. I used alteration to bring the description of the object closer together and in hopes of making it stick with the reader and to look at that activity in a new and different way. The poem was all about how I, personally was raised and who I am so I tried to make simple things that you might of done too throughout life and make them different because the way I did them and the impact it has on me is different and it is important for me to show that through my writing.

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">The themes of my poems are often based on how I feel that day and about what kind of stuff is running through my head, for example in my sonnet the theme of it is about how long the day can be and the hardship of it, I was very tired that day. It was also so nice that day that it made me feel like it was summer and it made me sad that I had work to do.

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">In my memory poem I tried to do everything showing the time and level of seriousness change from then and now. For example at the beginning when it was talking about when I was little I mentioned SpongeBob which is a funny kid show, but when I talked but the now and how things are more separate I compared to a surgery people get done when they have serious weight problems. I used the topics of my metaphors and lines to show the feelings I had without saying my feelings. I am not a straightforward person and neither is my writing. I often say things in tangled metaphors. I like to push you to think deep and to think uniquely. Depending on your feeling you might think it is talking about something other then what I wrote about.

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> For my detailed study I read many poems buy Elizabeth Bishop. From reading her poems I noticed that all her poems tell stories. Her poems have a start and an ending and its normally very clear. Each one of her poems ends in nighttime, for example her poem The Shampoo ends “…batter and shiny like the moon” and another one of her poems called In the Waiting Room ends “…were night and slush and cold and it was still the fifth of February, 1918” She uses the process of a day to signal her poems ending. The stories she tells are also loaded with imagery. Everything she talks about it easy and clearly able to be pictured or unless she purposely wants a person and idea to be blurred. From doing research on her even more her bio said that the stories that she writes about are all true stories that took place but not in her life, these stories are things that she saw in life. She watched people and learned about them and took observations, which turned into poems.
 * <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">Detailed Study of Elizabeth Bishop **

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> When looking at her writing style it was very unique as well. She often uses parenthesis or quotations marks. These two symbols are used in writing books and papers but not so much in poems, and her use for them in just about every poem is interesting. It is clear her reasoning for it though. She used it to draw attention in and to make things clear without directly stating it. This was one of her blurred and sneaky moments. For example in the poem In the Waiting Room, she talks about a child reading a book, which is normal for kids to do but then she added: (I could read), in exactly that way, I began to question that part. It made me stop and wonder what was the big deal of her reading a book and about the time period of the poem.

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> She doesn’t really rhyme through out any of her poems which some could think is odd considering most people think it needs to rhyme to be a poem, I don’t know it there was a deeper meaning behind her choice not to rhyme or maybe she just didn’t see it appropriate in the kind of poems she wrote, nonetheless, it is an interesting choice she made and helps better complete the action of story telling.

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> Going back to the fact that all her poems were written about read people she crossed in her lifetime. It struck me very weird that none of her poems were about her or got any bit personally because most of my poems are personally. When I did research on her I found out that she had a very hard life and that she lived with only her grandmother and her father died young and her mother had mental problems. which for her makes writing about her home life even more less desirable.

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> Also when reading online about her, I learned that when she writes her poems she physically writes very slowly. Not meaning it takes her months to write a poem but from letter to letter she writes slow. The reason for this was not given but from spending time learning about her I think it could either be because she is old and is taking her time or maybe she writes to feel the words and to let it all come to her. Because she takes her time, she is able to feel each letter and understand the words, it makes her poems more powerful.