Amy’s dark almond eyes burst with joy as her plump fingers grappled for the swings ropes. She hoisted herself onto the bench, singing with excitment. Furry black dots poured from the tree above like water droplets. A chilling shriek escaped Amy’s lips as she drowned in a sea of spiders.
“How does writing relate to your goals? How could being a writer, of whatever skill or success, help you achieve your goals?”
My life goals:
Know God more.
Sky Dive.
Hug little orphan children and wipe their runny noses. 
Become a Nurse.
Love broken people.
Drive a jet ski!
Make a GIANT snowman.
Die to my selfishness.
Get married and have little Beka babies.
Use my skills and talents to honor God.
Eat a whole tub of ice cream with just a spoon.
I’ve never thought about relating writing to my goals. Writing will help me achieve my goal of becoming a nurse, because I will have to write a lot in college in order to graduate. I think that is the most obvious one. Most of my other goals however, don’t require writing. I can make a giant snowman without pen and paper. Throughtout life there will be many times when I will have to write in order to achieve something. For the most part, I think writing helps me to clear my mind. That would help me to keep a focus on what my goals are which in the end would help me to achieve my goals.
“What seem to be your own sources? Where do you seem to be returning again and again (consciously or subconsciously) for your ideas? Family? Friends? Dreams? Fanstasy? History? Literature? Childhood? Hopes?”
I’ve noticed that in my poetry writing I continually come back to memories from my past. Most of the poems that I’ve written are in some way inspired by cherished memories. I also keep writting about my family and friends. I’ve written a poem about my sister, one about my brother and another about all three of my siblings. I keep writng about my family. I’ve combined my family and memories about them in many of my poems. Family and memories seem to be the continual sources I return to in my poetry writing.
Hey EVERYBODY!! Ok, so these are two of my poems that I wrote for the Poem Portfolio, and I’m wondering if you will please comment on them! Specifically, I’m wondering about the Titles, I’m not very sure about them and I would like something more creative. Also, I’m wondering what your initial reactions are. What do you think Missing You is about? What are your thoughts? Thanks for all your help guys!! =)
Across an Ocean
Suddenly, I remembered.
He still had clothes downstairs.
I ran to his room
and flipped through his drawers.
Football equipment, an old picture,
some outgrown T-shirts,
but what I looked for
wasn’t there.
I ripped open his closet,
my fingers trickled over
the leftover clothing items.
They were all familiar
yet somehow distant.
Then I saw it,
something different.
I slipped it off the hanger
and brought it to my nose.
Its freshness revealed
a lack of use
but his sent was still prominent
on the huge grey sweatshirt
It went down to my knees
swallowing me up
like an ocean of sweet comfort
I crawled into my bed
and gently fell asleep
with a giant hug
from my little brother.
Missing You
My heart thunders
as I gaze into my memory,
trying to find
the patterns of your hidden face.
That glittery smile,
the hues in your ocean eyes
an explosive laugh, that
catches fire to my soul.
Staying up late
on the kitchen floor,
continual missions
for cold crunchy cones.
Songs in the water,
blankets and braids,
always “uno mas”
before heading to the cookie tray.
It won’t be much longer,
I pray, till I see
that beautiful face
without using memory.
Summers End
Stillness settles over the sparking lake,
echoes of laughter begin to fade
as bundles of people trickle away
boats sail into the harbor
like a line of chained prisoners
Silence envelopes the quaint town,
Lexington’s General Store,
once bursting with tiny children and lollipops,
serves its last customer
and rattles the doors miniature bells.
The sun dives into the watery horizon
creating a splash of purples and pinks
across the sky’s empty canvas
roaring jet skis become mute and tame
after gushing out their final cry
A single family lingers in the deep
waves cuddle up to the motionless boat
like a purring cat seeking to be pet.
longing for comfort
they mourn summers end.
City of Stars
Cautiously, we slip
across the dewy grass,
our bare feet smothering
its soft glittering blades.
A glimmer of yellow
leaks through the cabin’s
kitchen window,
exposing our escape.
Waves wrap around
the dock’s ancient legs
whispering a welcome,
soothing us with its speech.
We climb in
untie the binding ropes
and release ourselves
into the shapeless night.
Mist lazily droops
over glassy ripples
while soggy ores slice
the porcelain surface.
Giggles scatter across
the soundless lake
as excitement entangles
our pulsing hearts.
I relax my head onto
the boat’s wooden bench
and surrender myself
to the sky’s tender bidding.
Together we gaze in awe
as fiery speckled dots
flood the ocean of black above
dripping into the one below.
Suddenly, we are lost
in the embrace
of a city of stars.
Victory Cry
Blankets of fleece embrace me
surging heat through my body.
I clutch a soothing chocolate
liquid between my palms,
its chalky texture
whispers to my tongue.
Bleachers rumble
As a running number
Attacks the fumble.
Pillars of light,
sharp, steady,
pierce through the night.
Massive bodies collide
sweeping the field
like an ocean tide.
A giant voice shakes the ground
overpowering,
every other sound.
Girls in skirts twist and fly
while the marching band unleashes
its victory cry.
Sinking back into my seat
I feel the stands heart beat
in unison we urge them on
mother, father, daughter, son,
performing an identical dance
and becoming a family of fans.
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