aristoneheart

207 Family/Childhood Poem 2 9/2/09

2009-09-02T17:10:22Z

The Dirt Tracks

The newest track waits,
Built on top of the old.
The fresh dirt is still loose,
Awaiting this race.

Four children look on,
They're ready for fun.

Since they first saw it,
They've been anxious for this,
The high mounds of dirt,
The cool skin of the earth.

The cars now line up,
All ready to go,
And the track lies ahead,
Full of tunnels and turns.

"On your mark, Get set, GO!"
The announcer calls out.
The cars fly forward
And the kids push and cheer.

Then the tunnel collapses,
The cars go off-track.
They all dive for cover
And the cars hit the grass.

Rolling and laughing,
They pick up they're toys
And shake off the dirt.
Then they say their goodbyes
As they're called in for bed.

The San Jacinto Dirt Tracks
Are now all destroyed,
But they'll return to rebuild
And race all their toys.
As long as the dirt mounds
Remain in their place,
They'll be racing their Hot Wheels
Through the hot Texas days!

This time we had to write about someone in our family or something from our childhood. This was the second one i wrote. Courtney Jeremy Ben and I used to have all kinds of fun in the front yard whenever dad had a load of dirt brought in! ...until he got around to spreading it x.x! but it was still tons of fun! ^^

207 Family/Childhood Poem 1 8/31/09

2009-09-02T16:24:56Z

My Mechanic

Under the hood of The Dying Turtle,
My dad is hard at work.
Car parts lay scattered, discarded,
As he studies what's broken this time.

His forearms are oil smudged,
Sweat beads up on his face.
The shop doors stand open,
While cool breezes blow through.
Though "the greats" play around him,
He hears only his tools.

The forgotten code reader now rests on my fender,
The paper beside it is covered in codes.
He smokes a cigarette as he reads the manual,
He's hunting for junctions and relays.

His boots are laced tightly.
His work shirt is moist,
Its pocket hides smokes.
While back pockets hide wrenches,
Awaiting the bolts.

Removing his glasses,
He wipes sweat from his face,
Leaving traces of oil in their place.
He closes the guide and grabs for a wrench.He leans far under the hood,
Ready for Turtle's next riddle.

This time we had to write about someone in our family or something from our childhood. This was the first one i wrote. Its about my dad working on my car...again...even though its a crappy lil car, i <3 it ^^...and my dad too for working on it for me when it breaks down!

207 Wordlist Poem 2 8/25/09

2009-09-02T16:21:38Z

Simple, Fluffy Fun

The lyrical flutter of falling bubbles,
A silent composition, merging in a graceful spiral.
They shine, reflecting ivory, amethyst, vanilla in their flurry.

Skidding, swerving, and swatting, gargoyle-faced,
He severs their delicate skin in mockery of their flowing serenity,
Popping them before their descent can leave a smudge, a marker of their journey.
His worldly curiosity transmits loudly to his one on-looker
As his thistle-like claws, crunching quietly as he plays on the walk,
Finally harvest the last bubbles.
His breath blows rapidly against the uncut grass.

We had to use 30 words in a poem with a maximum of 10 lines. Each of us had different lists. This was the first one that i came up with. We were allowed to change the word from sever to severs for example, i just didn't do it for the most part ^^.

Amethyst, Blowing, Bubbles, Composition, Crunching, Delicate, Descent, Falling, Flowing, Flurry, Flutter, Gargoyle, Graceful, Harvest, Ivory, Lyrical, Marker (place), Merging, Mockery, Popping, Sever, Serenity, Skidding, Smudge, Spiral, Swerving, Thistle, Transmitting, Vanilla, Worldly

207 Wordlist Poem 1 8/25/09

2009-09-02T16:19:26Z

Brittle Beauty

Bubbles falling in a delicate spiral, shine amethyst,
Flowing gracefully, merging in their descent.
Their almost lyrical flutter ends in popping,
Leaving no smudge or marker
On the ivory snow clinging to the last thistle.

My serenity is broken by crunching footsteps
And children laughing as they harvest the vanilla snow.
Skidding and swerving through the blowing flurry,
They sever the arm of the gargoyle,
Transmitting a mockery of their worldly composition.

We had to use 30 words in a poem with a maximum of 10 lines. Each of us had different lists. This was the first one that i came up with. We were allowed to change the word from sever to severs for example, i just didnt do it.

Amethyst, Blowing, Bubbles, Composition, Crunching, Delicate, Descent, Falling, Flowing, Flurry, Flutter, Gargoyle, Graceful, Harvest, Ivory, Lyrical, Marker (place), Merging, Mockery, Popping, Sever, Serenity, Skidding, Smudge, Spiral, Swerving, Thistle, Transmitting, Vanilla, Worldly

Eng 207 fun fun!

2009-09-02T16:03:21Z

There will probably be several redonkulous posts on here for the next few weeks. Im in a poetry workshop now ^^ and we'll be writing a lot. i'll probably be posting a lot of it on here too. So have fun with all my crazies!!

Writer's Block: Saving Money

2008-09-07T20:16:08Z

What are some ways to save money on gas?

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RIDE THE BUS TO SCHOOL!!!...except that doesnt work for me, i have something to drive to all 7 days of the week. yeah, im that busy...and i dont even have a job yet...

aristoneheart @ 2008-09-07T14:57:00

2008-09-07T19:58:09Z

Not a Typical Monday

He’s as tall as a horse, and his skin is the color of golden beach sand. His eyes are as blue as the sky, and his hair as black as night. His name is Seth, and he’s the sweetest guy I know. Me, on the other hand, I’m just Arianna. Tall, pale, quirky Arianna.

Everyday I see him, and everyday I want to just tell him, but I’m too shy to, too scared that he’ll just laugh at me. I don’t know why I like him so much, but I really wish I knew how he felt. It would make things so much easier if I could just talk to him. He has probably never felt anything for me, and he probably never will. I don’t know why I think something will change. Nothing ever does. I’m always just Miss Nobody and he’s always my Everything.

It was just another Monday at our ordinary little school. My best friend, Jess, and I were walking to our first period geometry class, discussing the band competition we’d gone to that weekend. We split off at the North hall and she went ahead to class while I headed to my locker to get my books. I had just knelt down at my bottom locker and reached for my books when I felt a hand on my shoulder. Startled, I jumped. I knew the hand was too large and firm to have been Jess’s, but it surprised me more when I turned around and saw that it was Seth.

“Oh, hi,” I said quietly, still a little shocked to see him here.

“Hey, I need to talk to you. I have a couple of questions to ask…”

“Okay, go ahead.” I was a little wary, but I was also hoping that maybe he’d ask the questions I wanted to hear.

“Well…this is gonna sound funny, but I heard from-” His words were interrupted by a bell ringing above our heads. Quickly, we both looked toward the clock at the end of the hall. The clock’s hands read 7:58. The tardy bell had just rung.

“Crap! That’s my third tardy this week, Mr. Sharp’s gonna throw a fit!” I scrambled up awkwardly with my books, slamming my locker shut.

“Yeah, I know. Pointe just loves it when I’m late,” he stated sarcastically, rolling his eyes. He then turned and headed down the hall. “I guess I’ll see you in detention, then,” he threw over his shoulder as he half-ran to class.

Mr. Sharp did give me a detention when I got to class. I sighed quietly and took my seat beside Jess as he began his lecture again. All through first period, I couldn’t concentrate in anything. I was so distracted, wondering what Seth had heard and what he wanted to ask me. I had never seen such a strange look on his face. The more I thought about it, the more anxious I became.

First period soon turned into lunch, and lunch into last period. Before I knew it, the final bell rang ending the day. As the other students headed home, I headed to detention. I had been so absorbed in my thoughts all day that I had forgotten to write down any of my assignments.

After dropping most of my books off at my locker, I walked back to the cafeteria, which doubled as our detention room. I figured that as long as I looked busy, no one would notice that I wasn’t really doing any work. I pulled out my poetry notebook and my red pen, turned to a clean sheet of paper, and began doodling without paying attention to what was going onto the page.

What seemed like only moments later, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. One New Message From: Karen. Ugh, my step-mom. What did she want this time? I looked down at my page and sighed, reading over the words that had been written around the many random squiggles and doodles.

My Heart Cries Out For You

My heart cries out for you

It longs to be loved,

To be loved by the one

who will say “I love you”

and mean it.

My heart cries out for you

It wishes to be given

To someone who will cherish it

and handle it

with care.

My heart cries out for you

It feels the bond we share

To be with you forever

is all that

really matters.

My heart cries out for you

It hopes to be yours soon,

To feel forever safe

and never have to worry

about being hurt again.

My heart cries out for you

It wants to be filled with love

To be treasured

with hope and affection

never again to be shattered.

My heart cries out for you….

I read through it once more before deciding what to do about Karen. I stood slowly and walked to the platform at the front of the room.

“Mrs. Hart? May I use the restroom?”

She looked up from her rather thick novel. “Yes of course, sweetie. Hurry back.” I nodded and smiled at her as I hurried out of the room.

As soon as I had reached the bathroom and was sure that no one was around, I pulled my phone from my purse and read the message.

Where are you? Why aren’t you home yet?

I never could do anything or go anywhere without her constantly bugging me, trying to keep tabs on me.

I’m still at the school, I got detention again.

Even Being at school was better that having to put up with her.

Typical. Hurry up, you have a lot of work to do when you get back.

Whatever.

I rolled my eyes and snapped the phone shut. It was 3:40. That meant there were only twenty minutes until the detention bell rang, and about and hour until Karen left for work. If she was going to try to ruin my day by giving me work to do when I got home, then I would just have to ruin hers by not getting home in time for her to see me do it. I grinned as I walked back to detention.

My smile faded when I looked up and saw Seth sitting at my table, almost directly across from where I had been sitting. I stopped in the doorway. When did he get there? Had I been so lost in my own thoughts that I hadn’t noticed him sit down?

I sighed quietly and continued to my seat. Seth looked up from his physics homework and smiled at me as I sat down. I smiled back weakly, blushing a little. Gosh I was crazy about him. But why did I have to be so shy around him?

I had just decided to turn to a new page in my notebook before Seth got a chance to read the poem I’d written about him, when I noticed a folded piece of paper laying across my notebook. I unfolded the note carefully, my hands shaking.

It’s beautiful, I didn’t now you could write like that.

Embarrassed, I blushed again and scribbled a message back. My own handwriting looked like chicken scratch next to his elegant script. I then pushed the paper back across the table to him.

Thanks, but you shouldn’t have read it. It’s not nice to go poking around through other people’s notebooks!

He read over it silently, smiled, and wrote back, pushing the note back across to me.

I didn’t go poking around anywhere, your notebook was open…and I could have read that bright red ink from a mile away!

I sighed.

You’re hopeless!

He smiled.

Haha, I already knew that.

I rolled my eyes again, shoving my note into my notebook and stuffing my books into my black backpack and the detention bell rang. I stood and stretched, pulling my backpack onto one shoulder. I waved sheepishly at Seth before turning to leave.

“Arianna, wait.” He caught my arm, an action that sent my heart racing. “Do you want to go hang out for awhile? If you have time I mean…”

I almost said no, wanting to get home so I could call Jess, but when I remembered Karen’s plans for my afternoon, my answer was an immediate “yes”.

“You drove today, right? So I’ll see you at the park in a few minutes, kay?” He looked a little unsure, as if he thought I might ditch on him.

“Yeah, sure. I’ll see you there.” We each turned and headed for our lockers to drop off our school books. I then rushed to the student parking lot, my keys in my hand before I even left the building. I unlocked the driver’s side door of my black 1993 Ford Mustang, tossing my flute onto the passenger seat, dropping my phone into the console, and grabbing my sunglasses from the dash. I smiled to myself as I started the engine. Everyone else said my car was ugly, but to me, she looked pretty darn good.

As I was turning into the city park, I realized that I had no clue what Seth’s car looked like. After looking around and noticing he hadn’t arrived yet, I decided to park my car and wait for him. Five minutes later, a silver 2005 Chevrolet Tracker parked beside me, its window so darkly tinted that I couldn’t see who was inside it. It wasn’t until Seth stepped out that I realized it was his car. I rolled my windows back up and closed the sun roof before stepping out of my car and locking the doors. I turned to face him, waiting to see what he would say next.

“I’d like to speak to you in private.” His eyes darting around, watching the many classmates and children wandering around.

“Okay, sure.” The only place in the park that even came close to private was a set of abandoned swings in the far corner.

We walked in silence, side-by-side, to the swings. When we reached them, I took a seat on the nearest one, expecting him to do the same. Instead, he stood on the edge of the wing area, staring down at the ground.

After only a couple moments of awkward silence, I spoke up. “What is it you wanted to talk to me about, Seth?” it was a couple more minutes before he sighed heavily and looked up at me, his beautiful blue eyes burning into my amethyst ones.

My breath caught in my throat as he stared at me. No one had ever looked at me like that. It was awhile before either of us moved or breathed or spoke. When he finally broke our gaze, I looked away, my cheeks turning a deep shade of pink.

He was still looking at me, watching me. “I don’t even know where to begin…”

“Start from where you were this morning.” When I looked up at him, he walked over and knelt down in front of me so that he was at my eye level.

He sighed and looked down, not meeting my eyes as he spoke. “Well, I heard from, uh, a friend…that you like me…” He didn’t move, waiting for my reaction.

“Yeah, I do.” My eyes searched his face for a reaction, but if there was a reaction, he kept it hidden.

“How long?”

“Awhile?”

“Really? Why didn’t you say anything?” This time he looked up and I looked away.

“I thought you would laugh at me…”

he lifted my chin with his hand, forcing me to look into his eyes. “I would never have laughed at you.” And then, he kissed me.

Rawr!

2008-09-07T19:54:36Z

So. Havent really ever posted anything...but i decided im gonna post my short story. had to write it for english, and its really corny, but oh well. (and bc it was writen for english the teacher will prolly mark all kinds of corrections on it, so its prolly gonna change a little sometime in the next couple weeks.) its kinda a double post bc one of my poems is in it that i wrote Dec 5th of '06. itll prolly take me awhile to get comfortable posting stuff here bc i really dont let any1 see my work, so these'll prolly be the only posts for awhile. have fun.

-rose-