Down From View
By Vance Berk

Welcome to the sight beneath the world,
Where you must do as constant told
Where you are far from love’s view

Now hold down your rosy hair,
As it begins to fade to ash
Because of one time you dare

Foolish it was to cover up
The things that couldn’t be seen
Now every last one of them spills
Over edge of life, you are cup

Do not question anything of fate
No longer will you sing to Kate
Now all that you are is state
Such a fool to fill a whole slate

Look up and see how it is
How it is that you’ve failed
From breath, to sight, to life
You are now slipping down a well
Where you go? Straight to Hell
There you know not to fight
All while listening to our bell

You are never to plan escape
Without first having held his cape

The Stingray by Yasmine Saqer

He is the bottom feeder of the sea,
lingering beneath the sand.
The creatures who surround him glisten in the water,
their marvel of colors reflecting happiness throughout the sea,
he is their dark and melancholy shadow.
His piercing eyes watch you from across the water,
sending an uneasy message to your soul.
He threatens your life with every cold and deceitful glide he takes.
He is the Hades of the sea,
the Grim Reaper of down below.
He is the stingray.

Just because I'm quiet
I'm not dumb
I'm not selfish
I'm not spoiled
Just because I'm quiet
It dosen't mean i dont get mad at others
It dosen't mean what you say dosent hurt me
It dosen't mean I cant be kind
Just because I'm quiet
It dosen't mean im always nice to others
It dosen't mean i like everybody
It dosen't mean i cant be a good friend to others
Just because I'm quiet
Dosent mean I dont fight for what i love
-Mayneli R.

I want to make movies

Creativity takes many forms, and I suppose I want to do more than simply write my ideas. I want to show my ideas.

Ideas I want to do go as follows...

• A science-fiction film in which the government supplies and regulates all forms of entertainnment, from music, movies, to radio. It would be the story of discovering who one is and showing that all isn't as dark as it seems.
• A story of myths where all the great religions of B.C. converge into a fantasy. Rewriting history and what should be a darn good show.

I just really want to stimulate and entertain the minds of those around me. Hopefully, one day I can make this happen on a large scale.

Bits and Pieces

The bits and pieces
Of my Mind
Are scattered
Here and there

The bits and pieces
Of my mind
Now have gone
Everywhere

My mind is fraught
With memories lost
My brain distraught
With battles fought

A toss of the die
A slash of the rye
A pig in a sty
I wonder why

My mind is everywhere

In the monster's lair
In the hole of the hare
In the clothings' tear
In the rocket's red glare

My mind is everywhere

There it is low
Mixed in with the dough

And so I go
Steady but slow

To pick up the pieces
Be not facetious

Ride reality's train
And start my day again

Young-Min

Songs

So, I thought I'd post my songs here before bringing them to class, if that's alright with everyone.

I've picked four, and one that's a redo of the first... I'll get back to that later.

So, here they are, the songs that inspire me:

1. American Pie –– Don McLean

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uAsV5-Hv-7U

It's the song that reminds me of almost all of my friends.. My experiences with them... Basically just makes me feel again, and I suppose that's what helps.

Oh. And every little bit of the lyrics is packed full of meanings, so I think our minimalist will enjoy it especially!

2. Poker Face –– Lady GaGa

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ngf5Oo_XrjI

This one's kinda strange. It's upbeat and pretty happy, so that helps a little bit in actually getting me to write...

3. Girl and the Sea –– The Presets

Here's the video link, but I strongly suggest not watching the video, 'cause you'll be confused as hell: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v7JOnV0nOog

I think this one's probably the best of the lot for actually writing, since it's so filled with imagery––you can almost feel like you're there, for a lot of it.

4. The Con –– Tegan and Sara

Here's the only link to the music video that I can find: http://www.logoonline.com/video/tegan-sara/190137/the-con.jhtml

Pretty much the same thing as #3.

And here's number 5... Which is in lyric form to the tune of American Pie... It was written by a friend of mine––by name of Steph Connor––and more likely than not, you won't understand any of the references or imagery, so... Yeah. =P

But, hey, have I mentioned that I rank things by how much I shiver/cry/am reminded of friends? This one is the highest of 'em all.

TiPmerican PentaPie

A short, short time ago, I can still remember how TIP used to make me smile. And I knew when I had my chance, as a 4th year I'd help them to dance and soon we'd all be happy for a while. But this past July made me sick with every room Will Harris visited. Bad news at the threshold, we broke down and tried to keep hold. I remember that I cried when I heard about our abrupt demise, and something I'll remember through time - the year of Swine 09.

[We sang "Bye bye Miss American Pie," flew the Llama with our Mama 'fore our mamas came by, and our orange shoelace will be a memory of mine of that year that TIP East Term 2 died, of that year that TIP East Term 2 died.]

Did you write the book of llove and do you have faith in the Llama if the SMP tell you so? And do you believe in Quadzilla, Ultimate on the Giles Quad, and the dances on Saturday nights? Well you know about relationTIPS 'cause canoodling isn't TIPpropriate, but we break rules anyway like tunnels and fire escapes! We're all lonely teenage nerds and geeks with this one outlet - a great three weeks, but this atrocity lost us one week the year of Swine 09.

[We sang "Bye bye Miss American Pie," flew the Llama with our Mama 'fore our mamas came by, and our orange shoelace will be a memory of mine of that year that TIP East Term 2 died, of that year that TIP East Term 2 died.]

Now for two months we've been far away and dust grows fast on a rested brain, but that's not how it used to be. When the Joker sang for a Youtube diss in a coat he borrowed from Will Harris and a voice that rang hate in you and me. Oh and while Kyle Jones was looking round, the Joker took our llama down, the camp was all in fear when he cut the llama's ear. While we gifted our TA's and frolicked throught the rainy day and we had Ultimate to play the year of Swine 09.

[We sang "Bye bye Miss American Pie," flew the Llama with our Mama 'fore our mamas came by, and our orange shoelace will be a memory of mine of that year that TIP East Term 2 died, of that year that TIP East Term 2 died.]

British invasion, heat, frustration, ADFers danced off with A/C and infections, invaded even our Bassett trees. Pentaforce was in full swing when they punished our creativity and Will Harris lived under Peter Sloan's bed. And our half time, TIPquinox was sweet, by chance, while ADFers did their circle dance; the boys put on their skirts, Oh! with Young Writers did they flirt! But our happiness was cut in half and the Mandate of Heaven was soon to be passed, Administration tried to laugh the year of Swine 09.

[We sang "Bye bye Miss American Pie," flew the Llama with our Mama 'fore our mamas came by, and our orange shoelace will be a memory of mine of that year that TIP East Term 2 died, of that year that TIP East Term 2 died.]

In the Union we were together there, watching Peter and Will roshing on the chairs, and TIPsters holding in their breath. But Peter Sloan was the winner, Will Harris said he wasn't to return and TIP witnessed another death. But we made an impromptu night, with a dance, a rave, and late bed time. Yet nothing could replace the hole this event made. We kept getting others sick, but a better summer we couldn't have picked; to all our friends, close would we stick the year of Swine 09.

[We sang "Bye bye Miss American Pie," flew the Llama with our Mama 'fore our mamas came by, and our orange shoelace will be a memory of mine of that year that TIP East Term 2 died, of that year that TIP East Term 2 died.]

I found some kids who were scared of the flu and I told them of my summer news, they just flinched and ran away. And I went down to the old mementos where this whole thing started years ago but those memories my mind wouldn't play. And on TV the parents screamed, their kids were dead and sad it seemed, but not a school was closed; the school districts were too bold. And even though we didn't die, the most important kids in my life, we caught our planes and how we cried. The year of Swine 09.

[We sang "Bye bye Miss American Pie," flew the Llama with our Mama 'fore our mamas came by, and our orange shoelace will be a memory of mine of that year that TIP East Term 2 died, of that year that TIP East Term 2 died.]

[We sang "Bye bye Miss American Pie," flew the Llama with our Mama 'fore our mamas came by, and our orange shoelace will be a memory of mine of that year that TIP East Term 2 died, of that year that TIP East Term 2 died.]