For all the colleges that appear
To want me- my money- in a year
They don’t understand
The money at hand.
Please understand the large debt I fear.
I’m sorry to say that I never
Considered to enter, however,
You wavered the fee,
I figured I’d be
Safe in this tough college endeavor.
Your city location is prime, oh,
And your green campus is divine, though
Gave me no money-
It sure ain’t funny.
Cause now for college, I just don’t know.
All I dreamed was to be in D.C.,
A diplomat with a good degree.
But you cost the most.
With nothing to boast,
I am now sad and poor as can be.
It’s not that I don’t want to be home,
It’s just that I need some time to roam.
You’re practically free,
But I need to flee
Before I drown myself in sea foam.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Limerick #6
There once was a teacher,
Somewhat like a preacher,
Who taught us the math,
We used for a graph,
That gave his life meaning
Like no other being.
Somewhat like a preacher,
Who taught us the math,
We used for a graph,
That gave his life meaning
Like no other being.
Monday, April 5, 2010
Limerick #5
On the couch, she turned on the TV.
She saw the chore she had to do free.
She sat on her ass
Avoiding the task
And became the potato she'd be.
She saw the chore she had to do free.
She sat on her ass
Avoiding the task
And became the potato she'd be.
Limerick #4
Fred was his name, and he was from
A little town where he sold rum.
One day he drank
And robbed a bank.
In jail he resorted to gum.
A little town where he sold rum.
One day he drank
And robbed a bank.
In jail he resorted to gum.
Limerick #3
There once was a girl with a fella.
His name was Edward, she was Bella.
They sat in a tree
So happy to see
Scratched initials in bark foreva'.
His name was Edward, she was Bella.
They sat in a tree
So happy to see
Scratched initials in bark foreva'.
Limerick #2
There once was a girl who loved to run.
She ran, ran, and ran under the sun.
One day she fell
Into a well.
Never again did she run for fun.
She ran, ran, and ran under the sun.
One day she fell
Into a well.
Never again did she run for fun.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Who wants to read my college essay?
“5-4-3-2-1 BUNGEE”!
It was like nothing else I’ve ever felt: the rush of air, the absence of sound, the liberating freedom to fall four hundred and forty feet over a river gorge. The feeling is inexplicable, something to experience first-hand. I dove with closed eyes and opened them after I had relaxed into a graceful descend. With the air whipping against my face, I felt like a bird. The view was spectacular and I had absolutely no regrets of taking the leap. I laughed at how scared I was before the jump and promised myself to never let fear crush my ability to overcome feelings of apprehension.
The four-hour excursion started off with a 35 minute, four-wheel drive on rugged terrain. I had convinced my sister to join me. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and we did not know the next time we would find ourselves in New Zealand. We were grouped with a rowdy crowd of 20-year-old guys and a quiet family. The ride was bumpy as I attempted to meditate before the jump and stop my legs from trembling. The driver blasted “Eye of the Tiger” on the stereo as we started the adventure. The guys in the back belched the lyrics while my sister and I were anxious to get to the jump site. Up ahead we saw a vertical incline. My sister murmured with wide eyes, “Oh my God.” I remained calm as the guys started to shout obscenities and the driver turned up the theme of Jaws. Not wanting to encourage my sister’s anxiety, I remained tranquil and found comfort in thinking of the several times this drive was made and how professionally trained the crewmembers were.
Once the van made it to the top, we got out and immediately given body harnesses. I made sure my sister was secured tightly into her harness before tightening my own. We were soon instructed on jumping form and how to fall off of the platform.
The jump pod was situated in the middle of the gorge, supported by wires that stretched from one side of the canyon to the other. I saw the wires shake once a small shuttle took half of the group over to the jump pod. My sister noticed my hands shaking and I told her it was because of the cool weather. I was in the second group and we soon made our way unto the jump pod. Before anyone could jump, we were weighed to determine the order of jumps. Barely meeting the weight requirement and just over five feet tall, I would be the last one to make the biggest leap of faith on the Southern Hemisphere. I was eager to jump, and one by one, I watched each person jump and come back up saying that it was one of the most amazing experiences of their lives. I continued to tug my harness tighter.
When it was my turn, most of the group shuttled back to the jump site waiting to watch the last jumper. There were two crewmembers and my sister there with me in the jump pod. One of the crewmembers loosened my jump suit muttering that I had made it too tight. He harnessed my feet together and commented on how painful it must be to watch everyone else jump before me. Feeling the sudden need to use the ladies room, I responded laconically. My hands shook and as I took the platform. I glanced down to the Nevis river far, far down and asked myself why I had paid two hundred and forty dollars to cheat death.
The other crewmember asked if I was ready and I politely asked him to wait a minute. I shook out my nerves and said out loud, “just do it”. He then started the countdown. 5-4-3-2-1… and I jumped.
I returned to the jump site with applause, congratulations and comments on my superb jumping form. I basked in the glory of my achievement giving high-fives to all who had jumped. We all had accepted and conquered the four hundred and forty foot jump as we laughed and sang on the ride back to the jump center.
It was my choice. I stood at the edge and faced the challenge because I knew I could rise above the fear and anything else that made me feel reluctant to face it. The adrenaline rush, the mind-blowing sensation, and the incapacity to breath for 8.5 seconds made the whole experience the more exciting. In the words of Vincent Van Gogh, “what would life be if we had no courage to attempt anything”? I learned from this test of courage that I could face almost anything in my future endeavors; passing an exam is far much easier than free falling hundreds of feet off a platform. Now, I think of fears and challenges in a different way. Jumping off a platform: difficult, but possible. Getting into college, graduating with a degree from an esteemed university, and taking up a dream job: piece of cake.
It was like nothing else I’ve ever felt: the rush of air, the absence of sound, the liberating freedom to fall four hundred and forty feet over a river gorge. The feeling is inexplicable, something to experience first-hand. I dove with closed eyes and opened them after I had relaxed into a graceful descend. With the air whipping against my face, I felt like a bird. The view was spectacular and I had absolutely no regrets of taking the leap. I laughed at how scared I was before the jump and promised myself to never let fear crush my ability to overcome feelings of apprehension.
The four-hour excursion started off with a 35 minute, four-wheel drive on rugged terrain. I had convinced my sister to join me. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and we did not know the next time we would find ourselves in New Zealand. We were grouped with a rowdy crowd of 20-year-old guys and a quiet family. The ride was bumpy as I attempted to meditate before the jump and stop my legs from trembling. The driver blasted “Eye of the Tiger” on the stereo as we started the adventure. The guys in the back belched the lyrics while my sister and I were anxious to get to the jump site. Up ahead we saw a vertical incline. My sister murmured with wide eyes, “Oh my God.” I remained calm as the guys started to shout obscenities and the driver turned up the theme of Jaws. Not wanting to encourage my sister’s anxiety, I remained tranquil and found comfort in thinking of the several times this drive was made and how professionally trained the crewmembers were.
Once the van made it to the top, we got out and immediately given body harnesses. I made sure my sister was secured tightly into her harness before tightening my own. We were soon instructed on jumping form and how to fall off of the platform.
The jump pod was situated in the middle of the gorge, supported by wires that stretched from one side of the canyon to the other. I saw the wires shake once a small shuttle took half of the group over to the jump pod. My sister noticed my hands shaking and I told her it was because of the cool weather. I was in the second group and we soon made our way unto the jump pod. Before anyone could jump, we were weighed to determine the order of jumps. Barely meeting the weight requirement and just over five feet tall, I would be the last one to make the biggest leap of faith on the Southern Hemisphere. I was eager to jump, and one by one, I watched each person jump and come back up saying that it was one of the most amazing experiences of their lives. I continued to tug my harness tighter.
When it was my turn, most of the group shuttled back to the jump site waiting to watch the last jumper. There were two crewmembers and my sister there with me in the jump pod. One of the crewmembers loosened my jump suit muttering that I had made it too tight. He harnessed my feet together and commented on how painful it must be to watch everyone else jump before me. Feeling the sudden need to use the ladies room, I responded laconically. My hands shook and as I took the platform. I glanced down to the Nevis river far, far down and asked myself why I had paid two hundred and forty dollars to cheat death.
The other crewmember asked if I was ready and I politely asked him to wait a minute. I shook out my nerves and said out loud, “just do it”. He then started the countdown. 5-4-3-2-1… and I jumped.
I returned to the jump site with applause, congratulations and comments on my superb jumping form. I basked in the glory of my achievement giving high-fives to all who had jumped. We all had accepted and conquered the four hundred and forty foot jump as we laughed and sang on the ride back to the jump center.
It was my choice. I stood at the edge and faced the challenge because I knew I could rise above the fear and anything else that made me feel reluctant to face it. The adrenaline rush, the mind-blowing sensation, and the incapacity to breath for 8.5 seconds made the whole experience the more exciting. In the words of Vincent Van Gogh, “what would life be if we had no courage to attempt anything”? I learned from this test of courage that I could face almost anything in my future endeavors; passing an exam is far much easier than free falling hundreds of feet off a platform. Now, I think of fears and challenges in a different way. Jumping off a platform: difficult, but possible. Getting into college, graduating with a degree from an esteemed university, and taking up a dream job: piece of cake.
bucket list
Seeing as this is a blog. I will basically be writing my life's story in poetry and pictures. This is a little different it's my bucket list. I will attempt to "poetrize" it.
• Fly a plane
• Learn to cook
• Learn to play piano
• Travel to Argentina
• Visit Auschwitz concentration camp
• Rock climb in Yosemite
• Visit Egyptian pyramids
• Go to the Bahamas
• Live in NYC for a year
• March in a non-violent protest
• Bake a layered cake
• Go to Nantucket and stay in a sea-side cottage
• Own a mastiff
• Milk a cow
• Go to the winter Olympics and buy tickets to watch Ice Dancing
• Fly a plane
• Learn to cook
• Learn to play piano
• Travel to Argentina
• Visit Auschwitz concentration camp
• Rock climb in Yosemite
• Visit Egyptian pyramids
• Go to the Bahamas
• Live in NYC for a year
• March in a non-violent protest
• Bake a layered cake
• Go to Nantucket and stay in a sea-side cottage
• Own a mastiff
• Milk a cow
• Go to the winter Olympics and buy tickets to watch Ice Dancing
Eat Away the Strawberry
This is a poem I wrote for my English class. This piece was modeled by another poem called "Peel Away the Onion." It in no way makes reference to any experience of my life or other people's. It was inspired either by a movie or a dream (most likely a nightmare).
Eat Away the Strawberry
Eat away the strawberry
The tart smell of
Lust, passion, desire
Setting aside the remains
Eat away the strawberry
Betrayal, the infatuation, the bathroom stall
Thoughts of total regret
Eat away the strawberry
The breakup, harsh words
Lies, three years
Time is offered,
I open my heart
Eat away the strawberry
Accepted, understood
Optimistic, rearranged
Stopping the routine
That hurt me
Eat away the strawberry
Therapeutic, meditation,
my body, spirit
Mercy was given
My life is now in line
Eat Away the Strawberry
Eat away the strawberry
The tart smell of
Lust, passion, desire
Setting aside the remains
Eat away the strawberry
Betrayal, the infatuation, the bathroom stall
Thoughts of total regret
Eat away the strawberry
The breakup, harsh words
Lies, three years
Time is offered,
I open my heart
Eat away the strawberry
Accepted, understood
Optimistic, rearranged
Stopping the routine
That hurt me
Eat away the strawberry
Therapeutic, meditation,
my body, spirit
Mercy was given
My life is now in line
Purpose of this blog
So as a college (to be) freshman, I will be single-handedly paying my way through college. And by which means, you may ask? Simple. By writing. Now, I know that freelance writing isn't exaclty and instant-win lottery ticket to free tuition, but it is a start. Maybe writing poems for greeting card companies and contestss will at least enable me to eat more than ramen in my freshman year. So, from this day forward, I will be writing poems (or try to) at least once a day. Who knows? I could be a poet and actually know it by the time I am on my 100th poem.
As a side-note: I don't know if people are actually reading this. I may just be talking and writing to myself. If by chance someone is reading this, please excuse my times of temporary insanity, and comment so that I know that there is someone out there reading this crazy blog. Mahalos!
As a side-note: I don't know if people are actually reading this. I may just be talking and writing to myself. If by chance someone is reading this, please excuse my times of temporary insanity, and comment so that I know that there is someone out there reading this crazy blog. Mahalos!
Limerick #1
The day before it had rained all night.
It had poured, and poured, oh, what a sight!
I smelled the asphalt,
It was the rain's fault,
I just hope it doesn't rain tonight.
It had poured, and poured, oh, what a sight!
I smelled the asphalt,
It was the rain's fault,
I just hope it doesn't rain tonight.
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