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Alright, so I was cleaning out from underneath my bed today bc i had to start making room to put some boxes since i am moving home tomoro for the summer....an i found to my surprise my booklet from grade 8 wow i was really depressed in grade 8 i was really into poetry to express my emotions, but i never let anyone read them, i dont remember being as depressed as the words will tell you...so i decided to share some of the things that i found....first is a short story i wrote for some assignment thingy in english in grade8....
its called THE SOUND
The dead silence of the night can be a noise all on its own. Your mind produces noises and you actually think you hear, but its really not there. Usually, you cannot go to sleep, which is called insomnia, and then it hits you... It starts... Just like cancer it eats away at you from the inside out. Spreading through your mind, it echos, you can faintly hear it at first you try to ignore, but you just cant stop listening to it, for it longs in your head and grows louder. It could drive a sane man to drink. This could go on for hours. Even the ticking of an alarm clock can trigger your emtotions right at this point. I was lucky, I was not as bad. I was determined to find the source of the sound. Perhaps a leaky foucet. The story that I am about to tell you isn't about mental images or my imagination. What happend to me as a young lad would have horrified many and any normal persons.
I woke up terrified from a very intense nightmare. Beads of sweat dripped from every strand of hair on my head. My eyes are very wide and shakened. I wiped my brow and my eyes, and when I was about to turn on my lamp when I heard it. "Tap, tap, tip, tap" I didn't pay attention to it when I noticed my throat was sore and dry. I just turned on my side and tried to go back to sleep.
By 4 am, I woke up choking on the stale air in my room.
"Mother warned me about opening my window," I murmured.
My craving for moisture became very unbearible for I longed for lemon tea from the pantry. I once again hear the distinct dripping noise rattling in my brain. I couldn't seem to shake it I was just like countinously rolling waves on the sand stretches along the eastern shorelines.
At this point, I looked for the noise, searching under my cot, my wardrobe, and my lamp. I found nothing. I put on my bed clothes to go search in the bathe. To my surprise I found nothing of the sort. I told myslef that it was nothing and to go to the pantry for some lemon tea.
In the pantry, I put on the kettle with some tea leaves, while I was waiting for the kettle to boil over, I cut into a new freshly picked lemon from the orchard basket in the corner and then louder then Ive heard it before, I was so concentrated on the sound that I cut myslef with the pear knife. Blood dripped from my smallest finger. I quinced for the acid from the yellow fruit drained int omy cut, but I whipped my head back to look at the cut, I heard the exact dripping sound in my head.
After I bandaged my finger I went back to the pantry to get my tea. I couldn't wait to sip it. My throat was irritated at this point, so I took a big gulp. It helped break up the bacteria. I decided to get some biscuits to go with the lemon tea, as I got to the date jar, I heard it again but when it started it sounded like there were multiple drips and then singular drips like normal. I gathered together some buscuits with cheese and started my breakfast, because it was now 5:47 am, for I started school in an hour. I poured myslef another cup of lemon tea and I heard it again, "tap, tap, tip, tap." Next, I was getting my books out of the study and putting my lessons into my canvas bag, I stopped and took out my pocket watch in wonder why my father wasn't awake to couch my to school for it is ten minutes to seven. I went to go check on him, i first tried the pantry, he wasnt there, and then his chamber, not there either. I tried the family room, I let out a short cry, and just froze. The sound was coming from my father. The scarlet floor next to the chair matched the blood that ran down his arm from the slitted jugular and from from his middle finger. THE END
Ya i know...lol intense, i wish i had the imagination to write like that again...but i just dont! alright next is a poem...prolly one time that Jade and i were fighting or something...
Him
My heart melts like chocolate in my mouth wondering if it was me.
I try to scream, but no sound breaks past my larynx
I try again, this time the scream turns to a cry,
a weeping, sad unjoyful cry.
I mouth words of pain
As I fall to the ground
but I didn't feel myself hit.
My world spins around my in misery and sadness,
I all of a sudden fell ill and pain.
My heart drops to my knees...
I just realized that he is gone.
The laughing, the joking, the touch... the kiss.
It was all finished in one split second,
And everything then changes, I'll never be the same.
Day after day I draw closer and closer, but never quite close enough.
"It'll be different, There'll be a change!"
These words danced across my exhausted mind,
like racing horses in the wind,
just running, never for a destination, simply to feel the breeze on their backs,
Ill never forget the way he smiles, the way I cried
But most of all, Ill never forget the time we shared together.
hmm...shortly after i wrote that one, dated the next poem....i think possibly we broke up for a couple months, and i was slipping into mass misery, i remember at some point when i was younger that i cut my wrists daily with scissors, never getting the courage to press a little harder...but i dont remember it being grade 8...hmm
Down the Drain
My life went down the drain,
completely bombed, crashed and distroyed.
I thought I was going collapse,
when I found out what happend...
I went home on the bus that day,
My mother greeted me at the door.
I hugged her, as if I was never letting go,
and the tears dripped from my eyes and stained her clothing.
Questions raced through my mind,
WHY did she do it?
WHY did she die?
More and more questions piled on top of the first, only making my sadness, a shere pain
It was now Wednesday,
the dreary funeral day.
My best....so calm,
SO pretty, so perfect.
I will always remember how she laid that day,
as flashbacks of our childhood were on my brain,
I still dont know why,
But i will always remember the way that we were friends.
well then....thats enough for right now....
ive gotta do dishes and get ready to go to hfx...
tata for now!
~MIMI
its called THE SOUND
The dead silence of the night can be a noise all on its own. Your mind produces noises and you actually think you hear, but its really not there. Usually, you cannot go to sleep, which is called insomnia, and then it hits you... It starts... Just like cancer it eats away at you from the inside out. Spreading through your mind, it echos, you can faintly hear it at first you try to ignore, but you just cant stop listening to it, for it longs in your head and grows louder. It could drive a sane man to drink. This could go on for hours. Even the ticking of an alarm clock can trigger your emtotions right at this point. I was lucky, I was not as bad. I was determined to find the source of the sound. Perhaps a leaky foucet. The story that I am about to tell you isn't about mental images or my imagination. What happend to me as a young lad would have horrified many and any normal persons.
I woke up terrified from a very intense nightmare. Beads of sweat dripped from every strand of hair on my head. My eyes are very wide and shakened. I wiped my brow and my eyes, and when I was about to turn on my lamp when I heard it. "Tap, tap, tip, tap" I didn't pay attention to it when I noticed my throat was sore and dry. I just turned on my side and tried to go back to sleep.
By 4 am, I woke up choking on the stale air in my room.
"Mother warned me about opening my window," I murmured.
My craving for moisture became very unbearible for I longed for lemon tea from the pantry. I once again hear the distinct dripping noise rattling in my brain. I couldn't seem to shake it I was just like countinously rolling waves on the sand stretches along the eastern shorelines.
At this point, I looked for the noise, searching under my cot, my wardrobe, and my lamp. I found nothing. I put on my bed clothes to go search in the bathe. To my surprise I found nothing of the sort. I told myslef that it was nothing and to go to the pantry for some lemon tea.
In the pantry, I put on the kettle with some tea leaves, while I was waiting for the kettle to boil over, I cut into a new freshly picked lemon from the orchard basket in the corner and then louder then Ive heard it before, I was so concentrated on the sound that I cut myslef with the pear knife. Blood dripped from my smallest finger. I quinced for the acid from the yellow fruit drained int omy cut, but I whipped my head back to look at the cut, I heard the exact dripping sound in my head.
After I bandaged my finger I went back to the pantry to get my tea. I couldn't wait to sip it. My throat was irritated at this point, so I took a big gulp. It helped break up the bacteria. I decided to get some biscuits to go with the lemon tea, as I got to the date jar, I heard it again but when it started it sounded like there were multiple drips and then singular drips like normal. I gathered together some buscuits with cheese and started my breakfast, because it was now 5:47 am, for I started school in an hour. I poured myslef another cup of lemon tea and I heard it again, "tap, tap, tip, tap." Next, I was getting my books out of the study and putting my lessons into my canvas bag, I stopped and took out my pocket watch in wonder why my father wasn't awake to couch my to school for it is ten minutes to seven. I went to go check on him, i first tried the pantry, he wasnt there, and then his chamber, not there either. I tried the family room, I let out a short cry, and just froze. The sound was coming from my father. The scarlet floor next to the chair matched the blood that ran down his arm from the slitted jugular and from from his middle finger. THE END
Ya i know...lol intense, i wish i had the imagination to write like that again...but i just dont! alright next is a poem...prolly one time that Jade and i were fighting or something...
Him
My heart melts like chocolate in my mouth wondering if it was me.
I try to scream, but no sound breaks past my larynx
I try again, this time the scream turns to a cry,
a weeping, sad unjoyful cry.
I mouth words of pain
As I fall to the ground
but I didn't feel myself hit.
My world spins around my in misery and sadness,
I all of a sudden fell ill and pain.
My heart drops to my knees...
I just realized that he is gone.
The laughing, the joking, the touch... the kiss.
It was all finished in one split second,
And everything then changes, I'll never be the same.
Day after day I draw closer and closer, but never quite close enough.
"It'll be different, There'll be a change!"
These words danced across my exhausted mind,
like racing horses in the wind,
just running, never for a destination, simply to feel the breeze on their backs,
Ill never forget the way he smiles, the way I cried
But most of all, Ill never forget the time we shared together.
hmm...shortly after i wrote that one, dated the next poem....i think possibly we broke up for a couple months, and i was slipping into mass misery, i remember at some point when i was younger that i cut my wrists daily with scissors, never getting the courage to press a little harder...but i dont remember it being grade 8...hmm
Down the Drain
My life went down the drain,
completely bombed, crashed and distroyed.
I thought I was going collapse,
when I found out what happend...
I went home on the bus that day,
My mother greeted me at the door.
I hugged her, as if I was never letting go,
and the tears dripped from my eyes and stained her clothing.
Questions raced through my mind,
WHY did she do it?
WHY did she die?
More and more questions piled on top of the first, only making my sadness, a shere pain
It was now Wednesday,
the dreary funeral day.
My best....so calm,
SO pretty, so perfect.
I will always remember how she laid that day,
as flashbacks of our childhood were on my brain,
I still dont know why,
But i will always remember the way that we were friends.
well then....thats enough for right now....
ive gotta do dishes and get ready to go to hfx...
tata for now!
~MIMI