Be Kind
Kind to others Kind to yourself Kind to strangers Kind to elders Kind to teachers Kind to animals --There's a 99.9999% chance that humans are the cause of global warming-- Behold The truth You refuse to believe that it’s true You listen only to politicians You claim we are crazy, that science lies I live on this earth I will have to deal with the consequences of your actions I will have to fix what you have caused Because My home My Earth My family My future Is burning Lies? The media keeps telling but they won’t listen The countless scientists with proof are called liars and frauds and brats The world itself, our home Being pumped with emissions and pollution So I must stop it, to save my planet and the animals that own it I have to teach you. Understand. Why don’t you care? Stop? Why should I stop Be kind But not to our Earth?
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Just off the highway, on the field of
The cider mill on a cold October Day. I stood at the finish line, Having Just completed my very last race, breathing steady I stood beside my team mate. I was eighteen. I breathed deeply letting go of everything I held in. Feeling as I watched her cry, my own Tears started again. Hot and salty down my cheeks They rolled. In a lip quivering moment of sadness I pulled her in for a hug, weighted in years. I was eighteen. We couldn’t find the words to say it, couldn’t Think beyond this very moment. As everything We knew for these last seven years Was suddenly over. Suddenly gone.At the line we Stood for the last time, crying. I was eighteen. Thinking, away from the crowds, I watched The runners. Just coming in, finishing just as I had. Running their last race or running One of countless more, cheered on, finishing strong. I waited for my team mates at that line. I watched on, eighteen. See yourself
You will see The greatness you are You will see What everyone else loves. Be Happy (Sri Chinmoy) ISO ------------------------------------------ Keep your family close For if you leave Life will drift apart endlessly And break you Keep your family close For they are yours and Life comes and goes No turning back. Hold fast to dreams (Langston Hughes) ISO Firstly I would like to say that I am pretty proud of how much I accomplished today. I am going to have completed 4 (Yes, four!) assignments for my Unit 4 in my online Veterinary class by the end of today. It's more than I usually do and I am impressed. The only thing I feel I have lacked in was Pottery because I didn't end up cutting tar paper or painting my bowl. However I will focus on that next week when I have more in class time to do it all at once.
Next I would just like to say I am incredibly happy that the Christmas season is drawing closer. Snow has come! Old man winter has finally shown his face! The ground was nicely dusted in crystalline snowflakes last night and me and a group of friends went trick or treating in the snow, which was nicely freeing despite the bitter cold and burning fingers. Tomorrow morning I will be headed down state to watch my teammate compete at States for cross country, I am so excited because I love this meet and this short trip. It will be cold but I am hoping to have a good time and hoping my friend runs well, after that we will be headed home and then to a birthday party/ sleep over. Lots of wonderful things happening! Rat, it you come to the door you might get a treat.
You are always hungry and paw with your toes, Attentively you will sniff around with your pink little nose. Come to the door rat, the treats can’t be beat. Though you are sassy, when you are good, I will take out a peanut or even a banana piece You will bound up the bars because your hunger will not cease. Come to the door, Rat. Like I knew you would. From outside the bars, a bag crinkles loudly, What could it be? Twitch and sniff and down wafts the scent of a treat most devine, I can hear you speak, my distant master, Come! Let me see. On a most tiresome night the wake-ness is mine, Master, please feed me for one day I might be free, From the bars of this cage and together we may dine. (This is a dialogue poem between me and my rat Kopa, who is always hungry but rarely lovey) I booked a hotel room for Chicago.
How long are you staying. Just two nights. Ok. We’ll be back on Sunday. Ok. I am so excited. Ah... I think your dad is the most excited. Hm, really. He was practically giddy, for being himself. That’s good. Yes, he needs it. You’ll have to find a ride on Sunday. Ok. Sorry I have to miss your meet. It’s fine. Do you need anything from the store. No I don’t think so. Gram could make you dinner one night. Ok. Or you could go out with your friends. Eh. Sorry I know you aren’t happy. I know you liked going last time. It’s whatever. Run fast so that you can rub it in that I wasn’t there to see it. Yeah. Love you. Love you too. Have fun. You too.
I have bumped
Your arm While we were Running the race Only because You cut in-front Of me Several times Forgive me I was Very pushy But so determined. I booked a hotel room for Chicago.
How long are you staying. Just two nights. Ok. We’ll be back on Sunday. Ok. I am so excited. Ah... I think your dad is the most excited. Hm, really. He was practically giddy, for being himself. That’s good. Yes, he needs it. You’ll have to find a ride on Sunday. Ok. Sorry I have to miss your meet. It’s fine. Do you need anything from the store. No I don’t think so. Gram could make you dinner one night. Ok. Or you could go out with your friends. Eh. Sorry I know you aren’t happy. I know you liked going last time. It’s whatever. Run fast so that you can rub it in that I wasn’t there to see it. Yeah. Love you. Love you too. Have fun. You too. (I don't know if this qualifies as a correct dialogue poem) October 10, 2019 Delaney Whitman 12825 Webster rd. Bath, MI 48808 Former Delaney Whitman 12825 Webster rd. Bath, MI 48808 Dear Delaney, From what I have learned and from what I have experienced, people really don’t carry their views of your past with them. Nothing you did in the past really changed how people looked at you. As you opened yourself up and changed like the colors of a chameleon you’ll learn more about who you are. No one can tell you who you are as it is your decision and your decision alone. Though memories still carry through on your end others will forget. The long periods of dread were worth nothing. We all do and say things that carry on with us and strike us with anxiety in random moments but no one else seems to care. Your image is not sullied. Life will carry on and memories will fade and new memories will form and take their place. It’s just how it goes. Things have changed since I was you. What I can say is that I think more and deeper, I feel more which feels like a stretch. Our relationships with others expanded. I am closer to Mom than you were, she is now my best friend and you get to see that a lot sooner than most. I have more friends and speak more with others even though it is still difficult we are going to get places. Complimenting and speaking out is less painful. Sometimes people listen sometimes they don’t. What counts is the words that come out and I promise they are better now, just keep working at it. Words will pour out in voice and in ink like a spilling bottle. Just see it in your mind and let your imagination grow. If I could step back into your shoes I would reach out more. Because I regret not doing things I should have and not trying anything new. Though there is still plenty of time I feel like I wasted a lot of it being you. If I could have made you go for something out of the box, If I could have made you talk to more people, If I could have made you see how splendid you are. I would have. In a heartbeat, I would go back and do things again but even so it would never be perfect, no matter how hard I would try .What is done is done. But that is how we grow, that is how we change that is how your character develops like on the pages of a strange teen-fiction book. There is still time to change, I know there is. So take that road and type that word and talk to that person because life will twist around and your story will build. Love, Delaney Whitman --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- October 10, 2019 Delaney Whitman 12825 Webster rd. Bath, MI 48808 Delaney Whitman 12345 Future Ln. Awaits, US 10000 Dear Delaney, I hope you found what you were looking for. It is too early for me to say what that might be but whatever it is I hope that you remain strong and confident enough to do it. And I hope that it makes you happy. Because I of all people know how much the future matters to you. Because I am you. Though I have limited experience and still need to gain wisdom and insight on the world, I hope that whatever it was I am looking for finds us. Don’t wait for it to find you. The future is ours. Make a move, I hope I did the things I want to and I hope that I make myself proud. Don’t let discouragement sway you from your dreams. It is your life, I hope you rely on yourself a little more. Let the decisions you make be the ones you wanted to make and the ones your heart tells you to make. I don’t know what kind of decisions I will be making in the future but I want them to be the right decisions whether or not they turn out the greatest. If that makes any sense. I want you to keep doing the things that keep you well. Keep working on your exercising, don’t slack off even as the tiredness of age hits you. Keep in shape and keep healthy. Be clean in your presence, your mind, and in your beliefs. Tidiness is key and I hope I find it by then. Do things for yourself that make your life good and your thoughts positive. I want to be remembered as a changing point. The moment where everything started to lock into place. When, though I was still growing, I began to live out in the way I wanted and the way I speak of. I don’t want to be remembered as a wasted year or a missed chance. I don’t want to have to think of myself as an adolescent in the negative way people often describe their teen years. Though I will change as I age I don’t want to look back and regret whatever phase I had even though I do that now. I want to be better than me. Remember me as a mentor for leading on to a life that would make each stage of my being proud. Love, Delaney Whitman They
Are irresponsible Individuals who share One mind and do bad things Which will get them in trouble But they do not care She Is a hateful Underclassman talking about The people she doesn’t know Without any concern For what it does to them Jacob Is a diligent Worker trying his Best to be the Greatest person He can be When I Started Believing In Myself
So this is not necessarily a specific moment. Believing in yourself takes time, its slow at first and it grows larger. It blooms. But what I can say is I began thinking more of myself and how the world plays out because of my influence sometime at the beginning of the year. Perhaps it was during track season, but who knows. I can say that it has taken a long while to reach this peak. Though it is not always solid and it never can be. It dips and it twists and it plays out in different ways. Being positive and being kind is a skill that everyone can learn. But it always starts within. At some point in life people realize what we call flaws. For girls this realization comes far too quickly. We begin to pinpoint “imperfections” about ourselves and others. We notice how different we are. I noticed first that I dressed weird and acted very strange. I wore multi-colors in middle school far too often and I was obnoxious in my freshman year and I felt like I was too slow in cross country junior year. There have been many hard hitting realizations I have had about myself. I realize that maybe I weird people out, I know they don’t like me. Or at least that’s what I used to think more. I realized that my nose looked funny and my lips and face was off-set. I thought then that I was not pretty. I have many days where I think the same thing still. I doubt as we all do. But now I doubt myself less. Too often I was told by my mom that I was too hard on myself. I was mean. I bullied myself and it impacts you all the same. No one ever told me to my face I was ugly. I made those scenarios up myself. I thought up ways to hear from someone else that I was not good enough or I was ugly and no one would date me. But I don’t recall one moment where someone said straight to my face such callous things as I tell myself. I started trying to care less about what people might think even though it is human nature to seek validation and to find out who likes us or hates us. Instead I tried my best to find out what I like about myself. I changed. I only mentioned it was track season when I first started trying to believe in myself because running is a huge part of my life and how I validate myself. It plays in to how I looked and felt. My friends, who had for years begged me to join track again, finally won me over. I needed something to get in shape for my half marathon anyway. So we started, I became better friends with the most uplifting and influencing people I have ever known. They cared about my improvement, They pushed me, They cheered me on more than anyone (besides my family) ever had. They helped me understand better how to care for myself and how to feel good and they genuinely liked me. It was the first step in the right direction. We lifted weights and my form got better and everyone noticed, I was told many times how much better I was looking while running. I was stronger and I was faster and I felt more accomplished. Not only that, I got in touch with my inner self. I set goals for myself and asked my pendelum (spiritual/energy reader, crystal on a chain.) what it thought because it will reflect what you feel and even the truth. Am I going to PR(Personal Record) in my race tommorrow? Or Is tommorow going to be a good day? And it would respond and sometimes it wasn’t the right answer but sometimes it was and it got better. I surprised myself. I started to feel how good I would do right before a race and I told myself how good I would do and I even began trying to spread positivity. Once you start showing it you start to realize how negative everyone else is and you will know the source of the bad energy and when to walk away from it. People don’t believe in themselves. I can see it now on the outside. How I looked and sounded when I was self doubting and being negative. I could see how ugly it got and how ugly it felt. It was the source of the problem and it consumes too many people. It swallows them whole, like a deep sea of crashing waves and it becomes increasingly hard to breathe until you grab onto your life preserver and you force yourself to swim. And you breach. You can breathe again and you won. You didn’t drown, Never drown, Don’t let yourself. It is so easy to swim when you believe. I don’t feel beautiful, fast, or smart every single day. But I do try. I do my best to believe and so much of my head space has been freed up because of it. I don’t weigh myself down with what people might think and I lifted myself up from that weird shadow (He’s mean, Like Peter Pan’s. A mischievous fellow.). I started getting faster and I started feeling prettier. I tell myself good things and I believe them, I really do. What new information have I learned from these assignments?
I learned a different style of poetry and how to grade and evaluate my own and others’ work. What did I learn about myself the last few weeks? I learned that I am a fast worker and can almost write good poetry. I learned that I am a good motivational writer for at least myself. What surprised me about what I learned? I was surprised by how simple poetry can be and what classifies as poetry. How quickly was I able to finish this work? Almost always the same day it was assigned. Sometimes a few extra minutes were required elsewhere but it was always in on time. Where were my roadblocks? Trying to ignore everyone around me who was talking or laughing or being annoying in general. Also not knowing exactly what to write. Or how to say something I wanted to. How did I move through roadblocks or challenges? I left the room sometimes. I thought about what I wanted to say, how it would sound and what it meant and then I wrote it down and revised later. Is my work adapted for the correct, appropriate audience? I believe so. It is nothing too personal. It is informative, sometimes positive, it is hopefully well written. How closely did I follow the parameters of the assignment? As closely as possible but without seeming too uniform or too similar to what was seen before. Using the grade rubric, how would I score my own work? I would score myself just below excellent or above average. Not to sound cocky but I think I am a good writer and all of my work is well done or just right. Not perfect though because nothing is every truly perfect and the grading scale of “perfection” is hard to determine. What would the teacher say about my work? I think she would say it is well done and some spots could use improvement. Also that I am an efficient worker and that I always get work in on time and that our seniors have been doing excellent work. If given the opportunity, one thing I would change about this assignment is … I don’t know. I am not too confident on my ability to grade other and my own writing. Otherwise I am really not sure. How does my work compare to what my classmates did on this assignment? I think my work is pretty good compared to my classmates. I saw some pretty lazy writing while peer grading and it actually became frustrating. A lot of my classmates have very little initiative to get work done and get it done well. However that does not speak for all of them. I am sure many of my peers are excellent writers and I can only hope that they think my writing is nearing exemplary. Does my work truly reflect my effort? I hope so, I try my best. Though I know it is not always as good as it could be. Have I achieved the goal I set for myself with this assignment? Possibly? I want to learn to write better and to match the criteria. What would I do differently next time, if given the chance? Spend a little bit longer on my work and pinpoint the criteria. Focus more clearly on my writing. Am I proud of my work? Yes and no. I want my work to be better but I know that I am steadily improving. delaney’s father has
artists hands he will not quit the job he has he still works though how he paints he works so carefully so steady and nimble the hands of an artist Mom who loves like you are her everything
And asks where I am Who is crystals and rocks Who is glasses and a cup of coffee Whose hair is cream colored Is too stressed to make herself dinner Who tells me I am beautiful Who says I will do great things Who’s the best to hug Won’t rest for a day Sings in the kitchen and the car all the time Who loves to listen to him sing Is radiant Is a sunbeam on an autumn day Is sore rest her feet Doesn’t talk to her brother anymore Is meditating in her free time Who tells me to use my heart and my head Is magic and old movies and frenchie dogs Who speaks too loud, too loud, too loud Talking again Is the dusk sun on the trees against grey clouds Isn’t it pretty Isn’t it pretty to you? I DON’T LIKE IT HERE
YET I STAY EVERYONE IS SO ANNOYING TODAY I HATE TO FEEL THIS WAY TODAY I SHOULD GO SOMEWHERE ELSE AND SIT BY MYSELF TOMORROW THEY WILL BE THE SAME STILL I STAY THERE IS TOO MUCH WORK TO DO BUT I CAN’T CONCENTRATE MAYBE FOR ONCE THEY WILL STOP TALKING OR I WILL GET UP AND LEAVE I DON’T LIKE IT HERE YET I STAY I am fine
I am fine So do not question For I keep my peace My heart is filled Through time And with no qualms You will see me smiling Every day |
AuthorMy name is Delaney Whitman, obviously. I am using this website as a front for my creative writing assignments. ArchivesCategories |