Years After

I Walk into the Room and sense your presence
Then I spot you and seeing you sends a tidal wave of emotion almost a tsumini
Colors of anger sadness and glee fill my mind in burst of silence
And as the night moves on questions boil to the surface
The who’s what’s and whys swarming the room but none reach us
We stare into oblivion looking at everyone but each other
Although you are the only thing on my mind
Drifting about, we are aware
But completely unresponsive to the emotional tie between us
Connecting us to the shared memories of the past our hopes and dreams of tomorrow
We both wonder about each other lives
How we live how we’ve changed
Why have we changed?
Then we make eye contact
my heart races
we exchange Hi's
the tie is broken
and I leave thinking of you and the best years of our lives

Real Name poems

My real name is Jillian
yesterday my name was Crass culinary
Today my names is melody of silence
secretly i know my name is outspoken penitential
once my name was childless joy
forever in my heart i will be Lovers Vent


My name is Jillian
To others i am known as that one weird girl
To my family i am the one who does it all
To my par nets i am reach for the best
to me i am a mask of myself
Even now i am not fulfilled
Tomorrow i will be longing for the bell
Someday i may be me
But for now i just am

The falling girl responce

I think she just got killed shes so pure and innicoent but sh got killed what did she do what is the non white stuff on the bed her hair is like gold she feel after changing a bulb of hanging a poster mabey her bf broke up with her and she stood o her bed and fell backwards just to feel the rush and feel she stomach srop but her fasion sence is horid she is made on gold she crys tears of gold she is so pretty who hurt her why would she be hurt i hat this i feel wmotion for sum mosel i guess im more jeasus cause she is gold goldgoldogldogldogldogldogldogl yet i see red too like she was murdered then time froze but i dont think sheis sompletly froze my mind is going back to the rain tracks i could see her on the train tracks as she walks the rails teh metal of the rails turn gold i love the gold it makes it more shiny more non comerical idk what that means im hurngey she looks hungry too sh e just falls and sgets hurt and amkes gold tons of gold i bet she is used it scary how much power she has and yet getts married i dont kno why i did that iether i feel blank about ti she is just white and gold soooo gold i bearly see the whit i bet her eyes are gold she cries gold

The train tracks responce

It reminds me of the holacohst the lonesness of the tracjs the coldness of the snow the complete awrakardness of the color contrast didn mean to write that i meant to say that the train is how prisionrs are being trasported it kind of made me sad to remember things like that but it was powerdul and unique im trying to think of how to get my words out its lonely so lonely and there nothing on it just black and white just alone all i can think is anlone anlonealonealonealonealonealonea i need to think of somthing new its missing somthing like a girl sitting on the rtreacks or a person walking down it the picture was to bleak too ALONE!!! it so lonely i dont et why my moind is being strictly focused on the alone part but it is and i dont like it for sum reason im thinking about making the tracks read and the snow purple and i would like it more cause it was be more inviting but the picture was just so sad i didnt like it and im getting rathere bummed just thinking about what to wirte i feel like a zombie i can picture zombies walsking down the track town the town dragging thier feet donwthe abondoned rail road track ppl rrunning away to get no eatten im gonna fall alseep cause im so tired i would see a gilr laying to the tracks sleeping

Leaving

i cant wait to leave its amazing 13 years in this place and now i can finally go i really dont like it here i feel like an out cast and somewhat unloved i dont relate to too maany people in my senior class so its rather boring to me. when i leave i hope to learn moer culture meet new peple and experience new things i want to be excited but im also scared of being out of my comfront zone...idk what to write caue im thinking about leaving and i hate my school for tis cliqueness and how jugemental people are and how teachers pick favorates and dont notice me i feel so small in this small town i just wish i could do somthing not stupid to get people to notice me but it really dosent matter cause im leaving

Fruit Loops

Fruit loops...how i love them so their full of vitamins and minerals to keep in Strong in my bodily functions but also in my heart...with out my fruit loops idk how i would live i need the brightly multicolored pr essence in my life to fill me with fruity goodness my favorite part is the sweet crunch of the little o's as they melt in my moth into a yummy mush but yet...the sugar and calories in the fruit loops is so bad for in fat cell upon fat cell eating them up and the high fructose content is wreaking havoc on my blood sugar trying to kill me!! the sould be call fructose loops and the nasty artificial flavoring it makes me sick (cringes) part of a good balanced breakfast my foot! but it is just a cereal after all like most cereals there's the good and the bad there could be worse it makes me full so i really don't care.

Crystal

liked it. you told us though the poem exactually who u are and it made sence.
"i am like a wave beautiful but i have my moments where i crash" i like that line cause its a very good way of contrasting ur personality without making it seem random and unesscary

February 11, 2010 9:01 AM

Zachs comment

I posted to zachs poem it was sweet but it wont let me copy and paste it

Painted

I am a red skipping stone

Falling though the water

Each jump the sound of an A minor chord

I am the 27 renditions of dust in the wind

Each time more beautiful then the last

I am the useless of a pull out bed couch

I am the elegance of an eclair in the food world

I am the sweet chime of the piano

I am neither here nor there but in between

I am the comfort of the dark at night

I am the strong sequoia tree holding my ground

I am the versatile blue jean and the morphing caterpillar

I am the warm light of a single candle in the storm

I am the lone snowflake where the land is bare

The cotton wood see that drifts where it pleases

I am the blue flame of a drift wood fire

I am the lotto ticket

With one number off the winning number

I am the one who fears to be alone

I am the one with the painted smile

although my eyes scream

see me

-Jillian Elmhirst

odd words

Nouns

Zambia, Republic of Zambia, Northern Rhodesia (a republic in central Africa; formerly controlled by Great Britain and called Northern Rhodesia until it gained independence within the commonwealth in 1964)

Crestfishes are lampriform fishes in the family Lophotidae. They are elongate ribbon-like fishes, silver in color, found in deep tropical waters


subapparentness to not be seen by certain people.

sulphurousness of, relating to, or containing sulfur especially with a lower valence than sulfuric

Brecth German dramatist and poet who developed a style of epic theater (1898-1956)

Adjective

perispheric Exactly spherical; globular

superdiabolical having the qualities of a devil; devilish; fiendish; outrageously wicked

superdeclamatory merely oratorical or rhetorical

Aglisten refulgent; glistening

pseudoparasitic something that appears parasite like but isn't

Verbs

Stigmatizing to produce stigmata, marks, spots, or the like, on.

Cohere: to hold together firmly as parts of the same mass; broadly

calved to separate or break so that a part becomes detached

poniard to stab with a dagger with a usually slender blade of triangular or square cross section

parqueted to furnish with a floor of parquet

Fat is Not a Fairy Tale

Fat Is Not a Fairy Tale

Jane Yolen

I am thinking of a fairy tale,Cinder Elephant,Sleeping Tubby,Snow Weight,where the princess is notanorexic, wasp-waisted,flinging herself down the stairs.
I am thinking of a fairy tale,Hansel and Great,Repoundsel,Bounty and the Beast,where the beautyhas a pillowed breast,and fingers plump as sausage.
I am thinking of a fairy talethat is not yet written,for a teller not yet born,for a listener not yet conceived,for a world not yet won,where everything round is good:the sun, wheels, cookies, and the princess.

I love this poem for many reasons. one i can relate to it because I'm struggling with my own weight issue, two i am also annoyed about the fact that all fairy tales are about perfect little people yet the average person is not average. So yes it would be nice to have an average person fairy tale where their not all super pretty and perfect. i think it would help raise people self esteem

My life as of today 2/5/10

February5th 2010, interesting day, I'm extraordinarily mood and really don't feel like putting up with people. I hate my body therefore I'm on a diet. I'm really prod of myself because i ellipticaled (used the elliptical) for 15 Min's non stop burning 11.9 calories per minute i was so happy :). I cant wait for next week tho so i can go back to the water where i belong.

Today I'm going up to Indian river for a birthday party for my cousin Caleb. He is Turning two and i haven't seen him in person before because he's been in Germany since he was born so I'm really excited. its a five hour drive though so I'm not exactly looking forward to that but at least i get to be with my family. i think I'm gonna hang out with my cousin too we have a lot to talk about and i have a lot to explain so i hope this weekend goes well.

Blind

A notebook
A life in words
Tragic as it is he's hooked
Reading this life
Yet he is blind
A tragedy is right in front of him
Holding his hand
Hiding behind a false smile
But he won't see