Period 1 CWW Renga - Identity

I am more than
What meets the eye.
Some of what you see is true,
But to truly know me,
You must look deeper:
Deeper into my heart.

Sometimes I am afraid to let anyone see
into my heart.
If i dont even know it that well myself,
how can anyone else?

Maybe one day i will know
What lies deep within, and
Maybe one day someone else will too.

And maybe,
Just maybe,
Then i will know who i am,
And my identity will be like the ever-present sun,
Not  twinkling star.

There is no maybe.
One day i will sparkle,
One day i will shine.
When you're lost, and have forgotten everything about yourself,
Look up into the sky,
See the light emanating from the infinite, and you'll see yourself.

You will see yourself shine,
Become the one you were
Meant to be in this life
With no questioning why,.

Rising Clouds of Grey

You see it everywhere:

Exhaust coming out of a car,

Hurdling puffs of debris

Inch closer to the open

Driver's window behind.

It does not affect the driver, though,

For he is amoking:

Long exaggerated breaths

Of oozing grey blurs.

So many that the gasping driver

Starts hacking,

For his brittle lungs are weak,

And crashed into a

Telephone pole.

Whimsical flurries of dark

Clouds rush into

the light blue sky.

Now that driver will

Be late for his friend's

Bonfire party.

It's her birthday,

And he even bought a gift.

He will miss her

Blowing out her candles.

The smoking driver will miss

His best friend's

Birthday wishes.

And soon, that driver

Will drive home,

Leavign a trail of

SMOKE

Behind him-

Only to ruin somebody else's

Birthday Wishes.

Library

Books scream and shout from their shelves. Mystery and Horror are friends, right next to Young Adult and Juevenille. They are freinds too. They are good friends and they liek to sleep over people's houses. Sometimes with other books, or maybe alone. Some of the really lucky books are renewed constantly and are read every night, evey day... But for a few  the unlucky books, they stay on the shelf until a book sale comes along. When all the books, that were not being used, finally have a chnce to stretch their pages out and ket their binding run... The book becomes alive when their pages are flipped and the story that lies between them is known .

Dear Rainy Tuesday Morning

Dear Rainy Tuesday Morning,

          I know you mean well, watering all the plan ts and what not, but you've been raining for a while now and quite frankly i'm sick of it! Litterally, sick. I don't care about the plany because they are watered enough, don't you think? I mean, if you want, I can make a deal with you and promise to water the plants everyday if you would only stop raining. You're going to dry because you just refuse to stop raining! You are just too stubborn. And I  know being a cloud is lonely but is it really necessary o be a big baby and cry all the time? Get a grip man!

                 Sincerely,
                     your concerned human, Devon

~Claude Debussy~

"Art is the most beautiful of all lies."
I Believe that this means that when you look at any form of art, you interpret it in your own way and everyone else around you will have a different opinion than you. This makes it a lie because no one could possibly ever be right. But it is beautiful for allowing everyone to have their own ideas about everything. What is your opinion of what this qoute means? Please Comment!!!

The Truth About Life

"Live, laugh, love,

Forgive and forget,

Life is too short

To live with regrets."

That's what they say to do,

To live a life full.

But in all truth,

life isn't just laughing,

and loving.

It is pain and passion,

Mysterious nights under the moonlight,

Two cautious steps toward the wrong direction,

A path less traveled by,

But then you get lost,

And feel like you're going to die.

Endless lectures for one

Incorrect answer.

Your whole life,

Just one big question,

And always full of regrets.

We live in a world where,

You can't look in to the eyes

of a stranger,

and trust them.

An empty room

Only brings sorrow and wanting,

for freinds and people.

Life is too short,

Yes it is.

But, don't be afraid

to be imperfect,

And make those stupid accusations

And thoughtless acts of jealousy.

Life comes at you hard,

So don't think you'll

come out of it

without a least

a few bruises.

“What are true friends?”

“Goodie-two-shoes!” they call her; “She doesn’t know how to have fun.” They ignore her, prank her, and laugh at her every move. They abuse her nice personality to benefit themselves. They are mean and ruthless, but she doesn’t dare not call them her friends. Afraid she’ll make enemies instead. “What are true friends?”

If Looks Could Kill

“You’re gorgeous!” I told her.

“I don’t believe you.” She replied.

“You’re smart, pretty, and loved!”

“I am not. I am none of those things,”

I whispered, “You are perfect for you are me.” She took her life and mine too. I was her reflection, in the mirror that convinced her she wasn’t good enough.