my new friends

i humiliate a friend
for my new friends
i changed
for my new friends
i put aside my values
for my new friends

i sold myself
to my new friends
i gave my life
to my new friends

i no longer am myself
i am like my new friends

incident

To change my life is one thing
to break me is another
a heart full of hate
you ripped out of your chest and
through at me

subcontiously you are
hurting yourself
for this will haunt you

you touch my
music you break my
ears
you take my life


subcontiously

The tree

Observations
1. There are several women holding hands.
2. They are all wearing white dresses.
3. They have different hair lengths and colors.
4. There is a big tree with no leaves in the center of painting.
5. There are white clouds on the top left half on the painting and dark clouds on the other top half.
6. The grass is more bare near the tree.
7. There are some women heading to the tree from two different directions.
Inferences
1. The women are holding hands to stay together.
2. They are all in white dresses so maybe the have a common trait.
3. Their different hair shows they are all different.
4.  The tree shows loss.
5. The difference in cloud colors make two contrasting moods.
6. The tree takes away color.
7. The tree represents something universal.
Interpretations
1. The holding hands represents unity.
2. The white dresses represent purity
3. They are all unique
4. The bare tree represents something bad
5. The contrasting moods mean there are two different motives or paths.
6. All women will face the bad thing that the tree represents.

Response to Photograph of a Girl

  When I read this poem, for the first time, I noticed that it was mostly directed towards girls.
 It discussed how the girl was developing, but was also very skinny. I think that by mentioning a thin, starving girl, it opened up the eyes of readers to see because she is so malnourished, she is ugly. She lives in Russia in 1921 and what I think is interesting about this poem, is that it is almost one moment in time. It slows down time, and zooms in on a specific, important moment.
   In this case, you didn't need to see the photo to know what was going on. I think that seeing the photo might of even taking away from the descriptions and details in the poem.

More than just emotions,
a playground of creativity,
a serene place in your mind.

An escape,
without movement.
A voice,
without words.

Accurate expression guaranteed,
guaranteed to be original.

Just words, no.
But words arranged in
an order that no
other being can
create.

If the mind, the body,
and the soul, could speak
in unison,
this is what it would
sound like.