Friday, February 26, 2010

A twist with Personification

I'm not sure if any of you know what the word Personification means, so I shall tell you. Personification is a literary device that I use in my highschool English class. I never knew what it was until recently. What you do is you take an inanimate objects (pencil, pen, paper clip, etc.) and you give it a personality. It's almost like you give this object a life and a story. And I recently wrote a story using Personification. I will not tell you the object until the end of the story, but I want to see if anyone can guess before they get to the end of this post! Here it is!:

Personification: My Life
February 24th, 2010
Age: 14

My very first memory of life was actually painful. Not emotional, but physical. The first thing I remember was going through that punching machine. The punch slid over my body and I tried very hard not to cringe or squirm. It was painful, and I barely made it through without moving my body. But I was strong and I was proud of my life. The next order of business was heading out to the big world. I was terrified, but I was not alone. Thousands of others, like me, were heading out to meet the person that we’d spend the rest of our lives with. We were all grouped together and sent off to our masters. When I met mine, I was really proud to serve him. He never scolded me or put me down. The first few days were kind of boring, but then the rumbles came. They just kept coming and coming. I was scared and I shook all over. I rattled with nerves and fear, but my master always helped me overcome the fear. The part that I loved most about my master was his voice. It was so very soothing and relaxing. The rumbles soon became less apparent as long as I concentrated on my master’s voice.

But then my master left the place where we were, he didn’t need to be there anymore. And I went with him. I was put in a special box and was kept safe. But then one day, some years later, something tragic happened. My master left me. He left me one day and never returned. I was shocked and then sad and then angry. Then I became bitter and felt resentment towards everyone. Many years passed and I was probably forgotten. I never saw anyone.

But one day, many years after the tragic event, I heard a girl’s voice. I looked up at this young girl and I was surprised to see a mirror image of my master. I began to weep as she picked me up and cradled me. She looked at me inquisitively and asked many questions. I tried to answer her, but she could not hear me. From that moment on, I vowed that that girl would become my new master. I will treat her right and she will treat me right. I will help her to understand my first master. The one that this girl looks like, but doesn’t know.


Have you figured it out yet?! If you have, that's amazing. It you haven't, that's okay, I'll tell you. The inanimate object that I wrote about was my grandfather's dog-tag from the military. But I don't know what war it was though. Anyway, the "master" was my grandfather (my mom's dad). The "soothing sound of his voice" was the clarinet that he played in the army's band. The "rumbles" were like explosions or something that my grandfather would've experienced (I'm only guessing). And finally, the "girl" is me. I own his dog-tag now, and I won't lose it ever. He died before I was born, so I don't really know who he is. So when I wear the dog-tag and when I wrote this story, I feel/felt a connection.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

A new STORY! ♥♥

I wrote this story last December. It's not based on a true story perse, but it was sort of based on something that I wanted really badly. I changed the storyline, because none of my friends at school knows what this story truly means. But I do. Here it is!

Under the Mistletoe: Finally
December 14, 2009
Age: 14

The guy that I loved (and still do) ...was my best friend. He is the most sincere guy I know. He’s sweet, funny, and smart too! Blaine Johnson and I have known each other since we were little kids. He is always there for me if I need help. With anything. My friends have always told me that falling in love with your best friend (especially if your best friend is a guy) is the worst thing that can happen to you. And I did just exactly that. I fell in love with Blaine. Yup. I did.

When I first realized it, I thought that I was going crazy. But I wasn’t. A few months ago, in January, is when it happened. Blaine and I were walking home from school and I looked up at him and asked a question. But instead of answering me, he reached across with his hand and tucked a loose strand of hair back behind my ear.

I started seeing him differently after that incident. His blue eyes weren’t just blue anymore. They were such a vivid blue that I would get lost in them if I stared too long. And his black hair that laid so sloppily over his eyes changed too. I don’t know what happened. I made a vow to myself that I would tell him by the time my parents Christmas party came.

But what I didn’t know was that secretly, Blaine liked me back. Me! Can you believe that?! It was December 15th, five days till the Christmas party. I still hadn’t told Blaine my secret, but I wouldn’t have to wait long. When I came home from school that day, I asked my mom if Blaine could come to the party.

“Of course he can come, you silly thing!” She said it as if I was stupid or something!

On the day of the party, I was so nervous. Why couldn’t I have told him way back in January? Why did I have to wait for the party?! When the doorbell chimed at 7:00 on the twentieth of December, I leapt from the couch to answer it. When I opened the door, I found Blaine standing there looking so handsome. I asked him why he looked so nice (he’d never worn anything nice to previous parties) and he responded with a shrug.

I let it go. Fifteen minutes later, everyone else showed up. It was mainly my parents’ friends. Blaine and I headed up to my bedroom, the place where we always go during the Christmas parties. I flopped down on my bed and he flopped next to me. We were sitting up against the headboard when I put my head up against his shoulder. He put his arm around me and we sat there quietly for several minutes.

I got up to go and get some food when I felt a soft tug on my wrist. I turned and saw that Blaine had stood up too. Before I knew it, he was giving me the softest of kisses. I looked down at my shoes with cheeks burning. He looked at me with an injured expression. “Didn’t you like it?” I shook my head ‘yes’ while still looking down at my shoes.

I felt his gentle fingers lift up my chin and he saw that I was crying. He gave me another soft kiss and pointed upward. I looked up and saw some mistletoe taped to the top of my door jam. I gave him a questioning look. He laughed.

“I put it there before I sat on your bed.”

I smiled and told him to stay right where he was. I went downstairs and got some food for the two of us. By the time I got back to my bedroom, Blaine had stayed. I handed him a plate and we sat back down on my bed. I was starving, so I ate everything on my plate. I put it on my nightstand, and curled up against Blaine. He put his arm around me again and I snuggled closer. We stayed like that for what felt like an eternity. It turned out that I didn’t have to tell Blaine at all. It was like we silently told each other. It’s been a month since those two kisses happened and more have happened since.

But those two kisses felt like they happened just yesterday and that’s how I want to keep it.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

A fallen Warrior

A little over a week ago, Captain Phil Harris of the Cornelia Marie had a stroke. Capt. Phil and many other crab fishermen in Alaska are a part of the Discovery Channel's Deadliest Catch. I LOVE THAT SHOW! But I learned the most saddest thing a few nights ago. Capt. Phil had died because of the stroke. I wrote a poem in dedication. Here it is:

Oh Captain, My Captain: A dedication to Capt. Phil Harris (1956-2010)
February 10, 2010
Age: 14

When the sad sad news rang across the air into my ears,
I was surprised to not find tears.

I had just found out that Capt. Phil was dead,
and my surprise was so strong it filled his beloved Bearing Sea with red.

On the boat Capt. Phil was careful with life,
especially his sons he’d cut the ropes away with a knife.

The ‘Brothers’ of the Bearing Sea will rally and unite,
because losing a ‘Brother’ is just something they cannot fight.

I wish I could go back in time to prevent Capt. Phil from doing the bad stuff, but that would be impossible because he’s just way to tough.

Although Capt. Phil has passed away,
his life and legacy are here to stay.

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

In a Mood

Hello everyone!

Homework's been so hectic lately but I'm in the eye of the storm right now. Here's another of my rhyming poems! I think it's pretty good. I wrote it sometime last week when I was 'In a Mood'.

In a Mood
February 1st, 2010
Age: 14

Have you ever been in a rotten mood,
cause if you have you’ve just gotta lean back and say... ‘dude.’

Don’t take your anger out on your friends,
cause they might think you’re mad at them and the story can twist and bend.

Just take the days slowly one at a time,
and pretty soon it’ll get easier for your days to rhyme.

Wait until the sound rings clear and true,
then you’ll have a clue on what to do.

Relax and take a break,
but maybe that won’t work and you’ll growl “Let them eat cake.”

Be light and airy and spin on the rings,
and maybe you’ll become a fairy with blue and silver streaked wings.

Have you ever been in a rotten mood,
cause if you have you’ve just gotta lean back and say... ‘dude.'

Monday, February 1, 2010

A new poem

This Saturday that we just had, I wrote a poem. Only a few close people know what it really means. It rhymes and it sounds pretty awesome. So, here it is!:

Love: Is it real, or is it just a Wife’s Tale?
January 30, 2010
Age: 14

Love: Is it real, or is it just a Fairy Tale?

“Love is in the air,”
I hear it everywhere.
I’ve never felt love at all,
so it’s like my life’s gonna fall.

Love: Is it real, or is it just a Fairy Tale?

Those brilliant eyes that I see three times a week,
makes my mouth go dry so it’s like I can’t speak.
Sometimes it feels like I’m gonna shed a tear,
and that’s the biggest fear that I can’t possibly bear to hear.

Love: Is it real, or is it just a Fairy Tale?

My schedule is the one that’s correct for the class that we share,
it’s his that’s screwed up and that’s so totally not fair!
When he walks in the room my heart jumps like a pouncing cat,
and I stare so dumbly so you might as well call me a bat.

Love: Is it real, or is it just a Fairy Tale?

I keep my friend posted fore she’s the only one who knows,
and when I tell her things into her head it goes.
She’s promised to help me in fulfilling my quest,
so I only hope that she does her very best!

Love: Is it real, or is it just a Fairy Tale?