The story we read in class today talked of the narrator's father seeing his home of Italy as an old country he left behind to carry on with what he started in the USA. I'm not so sure that that's good. When you forget where you come from, you forget yourself in a way. There was a part of you that grew up and learned about life where you used to preside. Why would you want to lose that? Thinking about it now, I do realize an obvious answer; perhaps your hometown wasn't too great of a place for someone like you, or maybe growing up there had bad experiences. In my mom's case, she left behind the city for the country. She grew up in (REDACTED) with people she knew for forever. But she always told me that she knew that as soon as she left for college, she wasn't going back to that place. Having to go out and buy cigarettes for your parents because they don't have their driver's license will do that to a person I guess.
We do these things called quick-writes in LA class which are short, 5 minute responses to a poem or prompt or picture or short story that the teacher provides.
They say it’s what we strive for. It’s what we desire. It’s what we chase. It’s what we need. Its why we live. Love. It hurts. It grows. It changes over the years. But it’s always love. To cry. To laugh. To smile. To break down at 3am in a shower, wondering to yourself what is wrong with the universe. The feelings attached to this idea, painful yet most exhilarating. Nothing of what you don’t already know though. So why? Why love be the important concept in us human-beings? Because it’s passion. It’s hope. It’s faith. It’s the base of our life’s purpose. Why do anything in life if not searching for more dept? Looking in-between the lines for happiness. From the moment we open our eyes till our last breath, it’s what we desire, chase, and need. Its why we live, because till the end, it’ll always save us. Love saves us.
fidgeting is my specialty if there was an Olympic competition for anxiously biting nails to the bone, I would take the gold.
my biggest fears revolve around other humans; talking on the phone is like piloting a fighter plane towards the city and you know it is proven you will crash into a skyscraper with a hundred different daycare centers within its walls. I know that's a terrible thing but now you know how I feel.
I have this disability, the ever-present feeling of fear radiating from my core to my tips. Its un-ignorable, i can't wait to wake up one day and not remember what it is like to want to go back to bed and hide.
Not same am I Renee Same sane not, who is this Renee know do not know of Humanism does define Renees sum up sort of Her travels though this life doe not contain great lies Unheard voice leaves it’s messages in depth when least expect If you’re wishing to seek who’s Renee to who you speak Take a seat , learn to breathe Repeat after me Woo-saaaaa , woo-saaa Light shutted sight in follow for seconds Enjoy the earth from your surrounds Talk little out loud , beginning with name of whom you seek Desire to hear the message from your head All ears. You’re pretty clear I’m near Renee that remain with depth Stayed with true care Rooting for you to have the very best that which whatever you define it to be You mean more to me To scare me off or cause fear I am not lost Or scared to seek beyond Just here for here Whenever you may seek or be need Don’t be prideful The Renee you do not know The Renee you know of from once They both and other forms , do not judge Purely goldly just love . *nudge * Stay up
High high who am I lol Replace name with you or change the ranges to whom
Here’s a good one for ya Y’all heard this one before in fact “ you are here for a purpose, we are all here for a better purpose “ Well what purpose ? Something you ask people back & let sit in the back of your head wondering answers as for what and why . Am I right ? How many of ya have found your answer ? If you haven’t , are you content with the unknown See, that statement is what we all hear Something we’re told when we are in dumps and about to give up And even though it can’t be stated with an answer it’s something that sort of lifts us up . And what’s crazy to me is , What’s my purpose for walking this earth That’s no longer a question for me I have my answer, I know and am aware of my answer to that question .
Thanksgiving day. One we truly can not forget. With the thin air of winter coming through, The mist cold and wet. The candles burn bright, As we dig into this neat feast. Our faces stuffed up, Until we can not eat. We are thankful for everything that would take too long, Just to say. Oh we are thankful for it all, On Thanksgiving day.
Quick write poem I did in creative writing class about Thanksgiving (5 minute write). Let me know if you have any helpful poetry suggestions. I would love to hear some!