Who am I?
Who am I?
The question I often ponder,
creeps up into my thoughts.
I’ll tell you who I am,
I am a brilliant first daughter,
born from the womb of a mother so dear.
I am a princess,
who has a gentle protector,
her father so near.
I am one loved by so many,
who love me even more each year,
my nana was more than just my family,
she was my friend,
that I held so dear.
I started out crying and sleeping all day,
but as time has pressed forward,
I now plan for the day that I must leave the nest.
Lullabies that put me to sleep,
dance in my head,
a reminder to keep.
That little blue teddy
who kept me so safe,
will forever remain in my own special place.
I am between a child and adult,
Who cares for the young child, she calls sister dear.
Where playing and laughing,
is our secret cheer.
I am a care bear,
so gentle and kind.
Love-a0lots my name,
only used by my tender hearted friend.
I have a brother,
are parents are not the same,
we are so close, we feel less like pals,
and more like family.
I am a musical being,
Loving the beats, tunes, and tempos,
that seems to surround my ear.
Gummy bears bouncing,
here and there and everywhere.
Plays through my memories,
as moving pictures and happy sounds.
Where good never looses,
and bad never wins.
I am from a nation,
of Freedom in,
speech,
religion,
beliefs.
I am a woman,
Who started out small?
But now have grown kind of tall.
Knowing that I was,
born to be,
the me that is,
ME.
Monday, September 28, 2009
Sorry its been so long school and all that other teenage jazz has made me really busy as of late.
I am going to miss you Joanne... we have been through a lot in yw and we still have so much to go through, but don't worry we have been left in good hands, Sis. Cook and Sis. Halstead... And no worries whenever i do get married smeday in the future I'll let you know
I am going to miss you Joanne... we have been through a lot in yw and we still have so much to go through, but don't worry we have been left in good hands, Sis. Cook and Sis. Halstead... And no worries whenever i do get married smeday in the future I'll let you know
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Friday, July 3, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Childhood Nightmare
My eyes are but a hazel green,
lost in the mist of screams.
Who am I?
I won't tell you,
if I did,
you wouldn't even hear me.
I am,
in your mind,
expendable.
What would it hurt,
if you lost me?
I am a nameless worker.
If you tell me to cook,
I cook,
If you tell me to clean,
I clean,
If you tell me to walk,
I walk,
and,
If you decided to take my innocence,
I could not stop you.
You?
You, own me.
I am a young girl trapped,
by your greed,
envy,
lust,
and power.
I am there
yet,
I am not.
I have a face
but,
I have no face.
For I am,
a young slave girl,
who never really was there.
By:
Rachel A. Harris
My eyes are but a hazel green,
lost in the mist of screams.
Who am I?
I won't tell you,
if I did,
you wouldn't even hear me.
I am,
in your mind,
expendable.
What would it hurt,
if you lost me?
I am a nameless worker.
If you tell me to cook,
I cook,
If you tell me to clean,
I clean,
If you tell me to walk,
I walk,
and,
If you decided to take my innocence,
I could not stop you.
You?
You, own me.
I am a young girl trapped,
by your greed,
envy,
lust,
and power.
I am there
yet,
I am not.
I have a face
but,
I have no face.
For I am,
a young slave girl,
who never really was there.
By:
Rachel A. Harris
LIFE or DEATH
New Orleans,
that busy,
french place.
My little plantation,
was never out of,
its haste.
I had a mother,
a sister,
and brother.
The role,
in my life,
was to give them,
their desires.
But,
all this was to change,
on one dreary night.
I was ATTACKED,
in the oddest of ways,
someone.
NO!
Something,
leaped at me.
I felt a piercing,
promonant,
pain,
in my neck.
When it had finally stopped,
it gave me two choices.
LIVE,
as a vampire,
or so it called it.
or,
DIE,
as a human,
and leave my family,
in despair.
So,
I did all,
I could.
I chose,
the life of,
the LIVING DEAD.
New Orleans,
that busy,
french place.
My little plantation,
was never out of,
its haste.
I had a mother,
a sister,
and brother.
The role,
in my life,
was to give them,
their desires.
But,
all this was to change,
on one dreary night.
I was ATTACKED,
in the oddest of ways,
someone.
NO!
Something,
leaped at me.
I felt a piercing,
promonant,
pain,
in my neck.
When it had finally stopped,
it gave me two choices.
LIVE,
as a vampire,
or so it called it.
or,
DIE,
as a human,
and leave my family,
in despair.
So,
I did all,
I could.
I chose,
the life of,
the LIVING DEAD.
Kiss me, Claudia
I took you,
meaning to take,
your life.
But,
your tiny heart,
would not give up beating.
I tried so hard,
but,
you refused to die.
Usually,
I stayed clear,
of taking human lifes.
But.
Lestat saw a chance,
one he would not miss.
He had me,
turn you,
a five year old baby,
into one of us.
Our daughter,
he said,
one we could love.
He taught you to,
hunt,
kill,
and slaughter.
To use your cute,
never changing looks,
to lure them in.
While I showed you,
a love of reading,
writing,
and of the theatre.
From the night you were born,
you slept by day,
with me.
I started as your Papa,
but,
as your mind aged,
all of that changed.
We became lovers,
so strong,
and full,
of
LUST,
LOVE,
and LIKENESS.
I showered you with,
kisses,
dolls,
and clothes.
We were meant,
to be.
Though you,
began to grow away from Lestat,
our love never faltered.
Oh,
Claudia.
You killed him,
to free,
you and me.
I took you,
meaning to take,
your life.
But,
your tiny heart,
would not give up beating.
I tried so hard,
but,
you refused to die.
Usually,
I stayed clear,
of taking human lifes.
But.
Lestat saw a chance,
one he would not miss.
He had me,
turn you,
a five year old baby,
into one of us.
Our daughter,
he said,
one we could love.
He taught you to,
hunt,
kill,
and slaughter.
To use your cute,
never changing looks,
to lure them in.
While I showed you,
a love of reading,
writing,
and of the theatre.
From the night you were born,
you slept by day,
with me.
I started as your Papa,
but,
as your mind aged,
all of that changed.
We became lovers,
so strong,
and full,
of
LUST,
LOVE,
and LIKENESS.
I showered you with,
kisses,
dolls,
and clothes.
We were meant,
to be.
Though you,
began to grow away from Lestat,
our love never faltered.
Oh,
Claudia.
You killed him,
to free,
you and me.
A Vampire's Lust
A bond so strng,
it can do no wrong,
the lust we feel,
seems to pull me in deeper.
That ivory skin,
so soft,
smooth,
and sleek.
Is cradled,
in my hands of stone.
Your life is now,
mine to keep.
Two tiny white daggers,
extend from my lips,
poised to strike,
your perfect neck.
You gasp,
in pain,
as our connection,
is made.
The sweet wine,
of your body,
quenches my thirst.
That rich,
delicate,
taste.
You are mine,
there is no turning,
BACK.
I stole you away,
from the life which you led.
Your body is dying,
but,
your soul,
well who knows?
All I know,
is that this pleasure,
is greater than,
the pleasure of the body.
Your blood,
is so precious.
That I will never,
spill a drop.
A bond so strng,
it can do no wrong,
the lust we feel,
seems to pull me in deeper.
That ivory skin,
so soft,
smooth,
and sleek.
Is cradled,
in my hands of stone.
Your life is now,
mine to keep.
Two tiny white daggers,
extend from my lips,
poised to strike,
your perfect neck.
You gasp,
in pain,
as our connection,
is made.
The sweet wine,
of your body,
quenches my thirst.
That rich,
delicate,
taste.
You are mine,
there is no turning,
BACK.
I stole you away,
from the life which you led.
Your body is dying,
but,
your soul,
well who knows?
All I know,
is that this pleasure,
is greater than,
the pleasure of the body.
Your blood,
is so precious.
That I will never,
spill a drop.
Monday, April 6, 2009
A grasp on Innocences
Rachel A. Harris
Innocence, the very sound of the word, sends ripples of relief and wishful thinking through the
human mind. In the novel, Lord of the Flies , Sir William Golding suggests, that without civilization
and order, the need and aspect of innocence disappears. This belief or idea has been beautifully
described and shown in Goldings modern classic. What better way to portray themes than a book. The
following essay is going to cover some of the key events in the novel, that convey the idea of the given
thesis statement.
Different questions arise, for different reasons, and Lord of the Flies , is a very odd and unique,
example of this thought. The deaths of Simon and Piggy are both forms of murder, yet the events
that came after their untimely deaths, were caused by the questions thst went unanswered or just
given the simplest answer. " Ralph's voice, low and stricken, stopped Piggy's gestures. He bent down
down and waited. Ralph, cradling the conch, rocked himself to and fro.' Don't you understand, Piggy?
The things we did-'." Writers, do not just put words together, they put feelings together, and that is
exactly what Golding has been able to do. Taking the sweet innocence of the littluns and protecting
it from the truth of what happened to Simon, only prolonged what was going to come. By the time
Lord of the Flies, progressed to the point of Piggy's inhumane murder, innocence was all put a tiny
thread, hanging in the balance. " Piggy's arms and legs twitched a bit, like a pig's after it has been
killed." What Roger did to Piggy was no where near innocent, he knew exactly what he wanted to
happen, would. Littluns where the most innocent of all the boys, but by being witnesses to Piggy's
murder that innocence was now demolished, and the darknes of mans heart, took its hold on all of
them.
"Darkness of man's heart", a key use of wording in Lord of the Flies, people believe that an exellant
representation of this, is when we see the drastic change in Roger. Just like every other boy on the
island, Roger started out scared, nervous, and seeking to take orders from the person that was seen
as their superior. Roger's first steps to his change were shown when he threw stones at Henry, but
left an area that he would not cross, so he never hit Henry, he was tempting fate. " Roger stooped,
picked up a stone, aimed, and threw it at Henry- threw it to miss." In the adult world if Roger did
this and was caught, he would have been severly punished by the adults, but on the island they no
longer existed. Sadly though, we lose the fun loving child Roger, and instead we gain a very corrupt,
rebelious young man, who uses abuse, bith physical and mental, to control his victims. If the book had
made it so they had never left the island many suspect that Roger would have sought for power, and
that history would repeat itself. Man's heart really is a source of great evil, but with the help of
order that civilization brings, we are able to supress that those inner most spark of evil in us all,
though when one is removed from society, civilization, and the prospect of order, so does our ability
to supress that evil. " Roger advanced upon them as one wielding a nameless authority." Thanks to the
change in Roger we are able to visualize the lust and greed that power brings out in people.
A stick with a point at each end, what could this possibly mean to the average person, the answer,
nothing, but to Ralph it was a sign of his fate, and to Roger and Jack, it was a sign of their triumph,
over there only competition. "Roger sharpened a stick at both ends. Ralph tried to attach a meaning to
this but could bot." Why the boys would go wild and choose to eliminate Ralph, is not by their own
choosing, but by Jacks fear that Ralph will regain all his order and civilization, thus destroying Jacks
power. The fact that they choose to hunt Ralph just like one of the island pigs, is a way that Golding
conveys that the boys are no longer innocent, the order that was their peace, and the civilized
manner that Ralph wanted, was the only way to keep everyone together, they were stronger and
smarter when they worked as one. If they had been civilized no one would have died, they would have
thought things through, unlike deciding to burn the island in order to get Ralph, which is ironic
because had they not been rescued, they had now destroy their entire food supply, if they had kept
order around, they would not be so seperate and apart. All that they did only went to further the
event, of losing their pure innocence.
Civilazation and order, are two very important ingredients, in a dish we call innocence, without
them their is no dish. Golding chose to write in a way that made his readers use their minds, a gift
from god that we sometimes take for grantided. By doing this every person, looked at every
character, object, and setting differently, no one ever thinks on the same wave length, we are nothing
like that and it helps people to get different aspects of the novel that pertain to them. Childhood the
most innocent time of ant one persons life. something that needs protection, and needs to be
cherished, by all in the past, present, and future. No one ever asks for their innocence to be taken
away, and when the darkness that dwells within man's heart takes it, it can never be returned or
replaced.
Rachel A. Harris
Innocence, the very sound of the word, sends ripples of relief and wishful thinking through the
human mind. In the novel, Lord of the Flies , Sir William Golding suggests, that without civilization
and order, the need and aspect of innocence disappears. This belief or idea has been beautifully
described and shown in Goldings modern classic. What better way to portray themes than a book. The
following essay is going to cover some of the key events in the novel, that convey the idea of the given
thesis statement.
Different questions arise, for different reasons, and Lord of the Flies , is a very odd and unique,
example of this thought. The deaths of Simon and Piggy are both forms of murder, yet the events
that came after their untimely deaths, were caused by the questions thst went unanswered or just
given the simplest answer. " Ralph's voice, low and stricken, stopped Piggy's gestures. He bent down
down and waited. Ralph, cradling the conch, rocked himself to and fro.' Don't you understand, Piggy?
The things we did-'." Writers, do not just put words together, they put feelings together, and that is
exactly what Golding has been able to do. Taking the sweet innocence of the littluns and protecting
it from the truth of what happened to Simon, only prolonged what was going to come. By the time
Lord of the Flies, progressed to the point of Piggy's inhumane murder, innocence was all put a tiny
thread, hanging in the balance. " Piggy's arms and legs twitched a bit, like a pig's after it has been
killed." What Roger did to Piggy was no where near innocent, he knew exactly what he wanted to
happen, would. Littluns where the most innocent of all the boys, but by being witnesses to Piggy's
murder that innocence was now demolished, and the darknes of mans heart, took its hold on all of
them.
"Darkness of man's heart", a key use of wording in Lord of the Flies, people believe that an exellant
representation of this, is when we see the drastic change in Roger. Just like every other boy on the
island, Roger started out scared, nervous, and seeking to take orders from the person that was seen
as their superior. Roger's first steps to his change were shown when he threw stones at Henry, but
left an area that he would not cross, so he never hit Henry, he was tempting fate. " Roger stooped,
picked up a stone, aimed, and threw it at Henry- threw it to miss." In the adult world if Roger did
this and was caught, he would have been severly punished by the adults, but on the island they no
longer existed. Sadly though, we lose the fun loving child Roger, and instead we gain a very corrupt,
rebelious young man, who uses abuse, bith physical and mental, to control his victims. If the book had
made it so they had never left the island many suspect that Roger would have sought for power, and
that history would repeat itself. Man's heart really is a source of great evil, but with the help of
order that civilization brings, we are able to supress that those inner most spark of evil in us all,
though when one is removed from society, civilization, and the prospect of order, so does our ability
to supress that evil. " Roger advanced upon them as one wielding a nameless authority." Thanks to the
change in Roger we are able to visualize the lust and greed that power brings out in people.
A stick with a point at each end, what could this possibly mean to the average person, the answer,
nothing, but to Ralph it was a sign of his fate, and to Roger and Jack, it was a sign of their triumph,
over there only competition. "Roger sharpened a stick at both ends. Ralph tried to attach a meaning to
this but could bot." Why the boys would go wild and choose to eliminate Ralph, is not by their own
choosing, but by Jacks fear that Ralph will regain all his order and civilization, thus destroying Jacks
power. The fact that they choose to hunt Ralph just like one of the island pigs, is a way that Golding
conveys that the boys are no longer innocent, the order that was their peace, and the civilized
manner that Ralph wanted, was the only way to keep everyone together, they were stronger and
smarter when they worked as one. If they had been civilized no one would have died, they would have
thought things through, unlike deciding to burn the island in order to get Ralph, which is ironic
because had they not been rescued, they had now destroy their entire food supply, if they had kept
order around, they would not be so seperate and apart. All that they did only went to further the
event, of losing their pure innocence.
Civilazation and order, are two very important ingredients, in a dish we call innocence, without
them their is no dish. Golding chose to write in a way that made his readers use their minds, a gift
from god that we sometimes take for grantided. By doing this every person, looked at every
character, object, and setting differently, no one ever thinks on the same wave length, we are nothing
like that and it helps people to get different aspects of the novel that pertain to them. Childhood the
most innocent time of ant one persons life. something that needs protection, and needs to be
cherished, by all in the past, present, and future. No one ever asks for their innocence to be taken
away, and when the darkness that dwells within man's heart takes it, it can never be returned or
replaced.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
So, I got my Betta Fish, his name is Sushi, and he is Green, blue, and red!!!
And thank you all foryour amazing comments, its helpped me though I am hardly using first names at all now. But hey if thats what THEY want then fine, I just hope that they realize that I can not get close to someone I call Sister... it just forms a barrier for me, I use first names when I respect, trust and LOVE a person. Oh well life goes on I guess and I will no Longer cry over spilt milk, so to speak, I just may seem largly distant from some people for a long while, they have lost my trust, and will have to earn it back. I know that I am an amazing person, a sweat girl, I am an artist so by nature I take things personal, Things that seem small are a huge deal to me. and I feel things very deeply and truly act on those emotions. I was calling Tyler Mossey, Brother Mossey, but when I did he told me to call him Tyler, so of course I WILL.
So thanks for helpping me during my little trial this week you guys are amazing!
And thank you all foryour amazing comments, its helpped me though I am hardly using first names at all now. But hey if thats what THEY want then fine, I just hope that they realize that I can not get close to someone I call Sister... it just forms a barrier for me, I use first names when I respect, trust and LOVE a person. Oh well life goes on I guess and I will no Longer cry over spilt milk, so to speak, I just may seem largly distant from some people for a long while, they have lost my trust, and will have to earn it back. I know that I am an amazing person, a sweat girl, I am an artist so by nature I take things personal, Things that seem small are a huge deal to me. and I feel things very deeply and truly act on those emotions. I was calling Tyler Mossey, Brother Mossey, but when I did he told me to call him Tyler, so of course I WILL.
So thanks for helpping me during my little trial this week you guys are amazing!
Monday, March 23, 2009
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Ugg, its readers week and I can't believe how boring it has been so far. But yay me i have dropped around nine pounds. I've been looking over what my grade 12 year will be like and i think that I might like to graduate about 6 monthys earlier, so my mind is pondering every which option, oh well thats just the life of any teenager. Right?
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
I will not forget
One phone call, thats all it took, to bring my world to a sudden halt. From there my day just seemed to get worse. Whenever I heard my phone ring, my heart stopped, would it be good news or would it just become more complicated. My hands stayed glued to the wheel, I was on a mission, and I wouldn't stop for anything. Slowly I came into view of the hospital, if I could just be there already, I might be spared the pain I felt.
The car stopped, and I raced for the sliding doors. Walking as my heart beat slowly and evenly, I made it to room forty-eight on the fifth floor, looking over at the bed on my right, I saw her, the woman I loved with all my heart. That woman was my, beloved mother. Her hair was white, and her old wrinkled skin, felt like silk to me. As my eyes gazed upon her I thought, how could this be, only yesterday she was getting me ready for my first day of school.
We talked for hours, about anything and everything, but more and more, I saw the shadow of death creep upon my mother. Just as her eyes were closing for the very last time, she pulled a red box fromt the bedside table and handed it to me, and then she was gone. Tears over came me, the man who stood in that room, no longer existed, but in his place stood a young boy looking for his mommy. After a few moments, I decided to open the mysterious box, that was clenched in my hand. I took a deep breath and opened it, what I found inside filled me with dispare and longing.
Lying inside the box was a miniture set of crystal stairs. They were clear and completely smooth, not a mark on them. A sudden memory, that had been locked away long ago, became clear again. It was a memory like no other, I remember sitting in the kitchen, with mom, and she told me that life would not be easy. She kept talking about her life being a set of stairs, and how old and torn they were, she said that its impossible to have a set of crystal stairs because no ones life is ever easy.
As I reflected upon my life, I realized that she had been right, my life had not been easy. The trials I had faced over the years, were never simple, and the worst trial layed before me now, and that was the death of my mother. I knew when my mother had told me those words so long ago, and made it easier for me to understand by talking of stairs. She was in fact preparing me for this day, and that I can do now is pray that she knows, how much those words that she spoke mean to me. Those small crystal stairs are her gift to me, as a reminder of what I can never have, because its impossible to get.
by: Rachel Harris
One phone call, thats all it took, to bring my world to a sudden halt. From there my day just seemed to get worse. Whenever I heard my phone ring, my heart stopped, would it be good news or would it just become more complicated. My hands stayed glued to the wheel, I was on a mission, and I wouldn't stop for anything. Slowly I came into view of the hospital, if I could just be there already, I might be spared the pain I felt.
The car stopped, and I raced for the sliding doors. Walking as my heart beat slowly and evenly, I made it to room forty-eight on the fifth floor, looking over at the bed on my right, I saw her, the woman I loved with all my heart. That woman was my, beloved mother. Her hair was white, and her old wrinkled skin, felt like silk to me. As my eyes gazed upon her I thought, how could this be, only yesterday she was getting me ready for my first day of school.
We talked for hours, about anything and everything, but more and more, I saw the shadow of death creep upon my mother. Just as her eyes were closing for the very last time, she pulled a red box fromt the bedside table and handed it to me, and then she was gone. Tears over came me, the man who stood in that room, no longer existed, but in his place stood a young boy looking for his mommy. After a few moments, I decided to open the mysterious box, that was clenched in my hand. I took a deep breath and opened it, what I found inside filled me with dispare and longing.
Lying inside the box was a miniture set of crystal stairs. They were clear and completely smooth, not a mark on them. A sudden memory, that had been locked away long ago, became clear again. It was a memory like no other, I remember sitting in the kitchen, with mom, and she told me that life would not be easy. She kept talking about her life being a set of stairs, and how old and torn they were, she said that its impossible to have a set of crystal stairs because no ones life is ever easy.
As I reflected upon my life, I realized that she had been right, my life had not been easy. The trials I had faced over the years, were never simple, and the worst trial layed before me now, and that was the death of my mother. I knew when my mother had told me those words so long ago, and made it easier for me to understand by talking of stairs. She was in fact preparing me for this day, and that I can do now is pray that she knows, how much those words that she spoke mean to me. Those small crystal stairs are her gift to me, as a reminder of what I can never have, because its impossible to get.
by: Rachel Harris
Bang, Bang
A single shot rings through the air,
Hey look!
Ol' one shot does it again,
a sudden cheer is heard around,
as all the kids applaud.
The folks who keep on passing by
just stop and shake they're heads.
Another shot rings clear and true.
Hey, look!
He did it again.
The numbers start to pile up,
the bullets keep on ringing.
Asound that seems so deafening
brings joy to all around.
So one last cheer, for Ol' one shot to hear.
By: Rachel Harris
A single shot rings through the air,
Hey look!
Ol' one shot does it again,
a sudden cheer is heard around,
as all the kids applaud.
The folks who keep on passing by
just stop and shake they're heads.
Another shot rings clear and true.
Hey, look!
He did it again.
The numbers start to pile up,
the bullets keep on ringing.
Asound that seems so deafening
brings joy to all around.
So one last cheer, for Ol' one shot to hear.
By: Rachel Harris
Innocence
A path to walk alone,
a story all my own,
the road I travel daily
just never seems to end.
As time comes to a halt,
my life just keeps on going.
The life I lived so long ago,
comes flooding back in pieces.
The days of young Scout are over,
so Jean Louise now takes the reins.
Though ten years ago, I was lost in the joys of this world.
Until that very dreadful day,
when a man completely innocent became;
Convicted,
Controlled,
Confined.
A loss of freedom took place,
all because of his race.
By: Rachel Harris
A path to walk alone,
a story all my own,
the road I travel daily
just never seems to end.
As time comes to a halt,
my life just keeps on going.
The life I lived so long ago,
comes flooding back in pieces.
The days of young Scout are over,
so Jean Louise now takes the reins.
Though ten years ago, I was lost in the joys of this world.
Until that very dreadful day,
when a man completely innocent became;
Convicted,
Controlled,
Confined.
A loss of freedom took place,
all because of his race.
By: Rachel Harris
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Have you ever wondered if you belong or if your even meant to be where you are? Cause that is a question that is constantly in my mind. I also think of how I have a year and a half to figure out all my post- secondary education stuff before I graduate. I want to be many things, such as, a lawyer, a photographer, a cartoonist, a journalist and oh so much more. I want to be something that i will be remebered for and that is what i hope to strive for..... but every now and again i get a gut feeling of doubt, that says AM I GOOD ENOUGH!!
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