Friday, October 28, 2016

You Just Left Me There


     The day had been long, and pretty gloomy. It was one of those that you just can't wait for to end. My head was hurting and I just couldn't wait to clock out and go home. The clock, my enemy, seemed to slow down more the closer it was to the end of my shift. I tapped the counter with my nails, and felt giddy. I finally closed the store and trudged through the rain to my car. I climbed in and shivered while waiting for the heat to kick in. It was awfully cold for October. I pulled out of the parking lot and drove, not as slow as I should have. I wasn't really paying attention to the road, my head hurt and I was too out of it to really see the road. I had driven here thousands of times, and could do it in my sleep. My music was blaring, the rain plummeted down onto the roof of my car, and the loud thunder sent vibrations through my body. I looked up from my phone, and for a split second looked into the eyes of a girl standing in the middle of the road. The next second, my car was flying right into her. I slammed on my breaks, causing the car to fly into the ditch. I could not possibly care less about the car, I jumped out and ran to the road to see what had happened to the girl. She was in the ditch on the opposite side... at least her disfigured body was. The girl was clearly dead. I started making quick and short breaths. My entire body was shaking and I was soaked. I paced around and then fell to my knees and prayed, despite not having prayed since I was 9. I cried, and prayed as if my own life depended on it. I didn't know what to do, but as the sobs stopped, i realized just how cold I was. I  got back into my own car and turned the heater on full. My makeup was smeared down my face, and my hands were still shaking. 
"You just left me there."
My eyes widened and I spun around to see who said that. My car was empty. I was alone. I shook my head and shivered, I was hearing things. 
"You just LEFT me there." 
I shut my eyes and clutched my head in my shaking hands.
"You LEFT ME."
I opened my eyes and she was right there. In my passenger seat. Her face beat up, her hair and clothes soaked, and her limbs disgustingly dislocated. I reached for the door handle to run but she grabbed my arm, and once again repeated,
"You just left me there."
I shook my head, but no words came out. She had bruises covering her whole face and her nose was bleeding. I thought I recognized her, but the bruising was so intense that it was masking her identity. She kept repeating "You just left me there" over and over again. Even when I passed out, I could almost hear it in my subconsciousness. 
"Ma'am, stay with us."
"Open you eyes, look at me, can you look at me?"
"Ma'am! Ma'am, do you know where you are?"
"Do you know what your name is?"
My eyes slightly opened and the bright eyes made me feel nauseous. I blinked, and fell back into a deep sleep.
"She's lucky she's alive, that was a crazy wreck."
I could hear people talking, and I could hear a heart monitor. I opened my eyes. The doctor quickly walked over to me and shined a small light in my eyes. 
"You're awake. Do you know where you are? Do you know your name?"
It took me a second but when I remembered, I sat straight up. 
"Where is she? Where is that girl?"
The doctor looked at me with a concerned stare. He told me my car spun out of control, flew into a ditch, and hit a tree. He told me I was alone and knocked out cold when I was found. Mentioned several times how lucky I was to be alive. I asked him, even demanded, for him to tell me what happened to the other girl. He seemed to believe there was no other girl. He kept telling me I was alone. He looked at me with sympathy. I zoned out and looked away. 
"You weren't alone. You were with me. And you left me."
I didn't open my eyes. I recognized that voice.
"Look at me. You left me there, look at me!"
I opened my eyes. She was laying in bed right next to me. The doctor kept looking at me, as if he didn't see the girl next to me. As if he didn't see her mutilated body, as if he couldn't tell that she was hurt.
"Help her!"
I screamed. I started flailing, kicking, and yelling. "Help her, help her. I just left her there and now she's hurt. Help her!" The doctor shouted something and a group of nurses ran in, and held me down.
I kept whispering and asking them to help her, until I felt a needle plunge into my arm and the whole world went silent and black. But even then, I could see the girl sitting next to me, and saying,
"You just left me there."

Randy Bacon - Road I Call Home


:)


Wednesday, October 26, 2016

Iconic Photo

Все иногда хотят отдахнуть. Даже Владимир Путин. В одно прикрасное утро, он проснулcя и подумал... “Я устал от политики.” и собрал он свои вещи, и поехал в Сибир на охоту. Каждый день он встовал рано и наслождался природай. Погода была прекрасной, и он мог проветрить свои мозги. Всем надо иногда забыть а политике. Природа там очень красивая была, и он очень хорошо отдахнул. Но как все, и это пришло к концу. 

Tuesday, October 25, 2016

Omar Lucas Brenton

Omar Lucas Brenton was born on June 5, 1894 in Boring, Oregon. He's a stable, and naturally his hobby is horseback riding, reading, and writing poems. He fears not being enough in the world, and his goal in life is to give back to his mother, at least half of how much she gave him.
Dear Diary,
She looked at me again, her hair blowing in the wind.
Her eyes shined brighter than the noon sun,
and her smile was more beautiful
than anything else I've seen.
It's sad, though. I am too low for her to see. 
I am just a stable boy, and she's the rich girl.
I am not in her eye sight,
She is the moon and stars, 
and I'm simply a blade of grass.
I will never know what it's like
to hold her hand.
I will never walk her home,
will never be able to tell her
just how beautiful she is.
Sincerely,
Omar L. Brenton

Edgar Martin Calloway


Edgar M Calloway, born on December 2, 1892 in Jefferson, Missouri. He didn't have a job, because his father was ridiculously rich. However his hobby is digging around and trying to make scientific discoveries. Jobless, but insanely smart. Even though he has a fear/repulsion of the poor, his goal is to win the Noble Peace Prize.


Dear diary,
I am tired. I have done nothing for 4 months, but try and crack the code. I'm less than 1 step away but i just cannot bring myself to make the last leap. I have stayed up at night, time and time again, thinking I will be able to randomly think of something, but nothing ever comes to mind. Mother says it's better to just leave it be, but I can see Father's disappointed glare and I know i mustn't give up. I'm so close to figuring it out, that it would just genuinely be a shame to leave it now.  Father asks when I am to marry, but I don't have time for such foolish games. I am too busy with my study to even think about the helpless women. It's just not the time for that right now. Father thinks that the longer I wait, the harder it will be, but I disagree. Right now, I'm some smart kid. But once I finish my study, I may be the winner of a prize. Then it will be easy to choose a damsel. 
Sincerely,
Edgar M. Calloway 

Monday, October 24, 2016

Quote


"A writer is simply a photographer of thoughts."

A book

The only interesting thing about this photo of a book in a chair, is probably the faces I got from some people in an attempt to get a photo from this angle.
#DoItForCreativeWriting

Something that brings back important memories

I have a little sketchbook where I write poems, stories, and tape little memorable things in it. On this page is a photo of me and my guy, and on the other page is tickets from our dates.
#LongDistance

Something round

I fell off of one of these once, and my foot got caught on the metal bar. I had a pretty gnarly bruise on my leg.
#Stuck

Something a little kid might notice

I genuinely think the only purpose of this dino thing is to distract students. I know my sister's kids would be all over it the second their eyes landed on this beast.
#GebertLifeGrowUpPlan

An interesting angle


I bet that not very many people can really say that they laid down on the floor of the library just to see what the potted plant looks like from the bottom.
#LevitatingNature ?

Something that will always remind you of KHS

I'll never forget those ID badges, and anytime they're brought up, it'll remind me of KHS and the time freshman year that I got a referral for not wearing it. Was not a good time.
#ImInnocent 

Something that irritates you

Do you ever look over towards the trash can and cringe? Because there was that ONE kid that wants to throw their trash in it from across the room, without realizing that basketball may not be their strong suit. Worst of all, they never get up to actually pick up the trash in put it in the trash can.
#TrySoccerMaybe

Someone you'd like to be more like

If you ask the general public who they want to be like, some will say their parents, or some celebrity, or some insanely rich and successful guy... I want to be like Mrs. Nance. High school students are scary and mean, yet Nance is always kind, respectful, and questionably patient all the time. Even if she loses her cool, she doesn't show us. 
#NanceForPresident

Someone who taught you something or helped you

Most kids go through high school without being grateful for a school counselor, but I can definitely say that Mrs. Meadows has been there no matter what kind of problem I was having. She was a great person to fall back on when I needed academic help.
#AppreciateSchoolCounselors

Someone who makes you laugh/smile

 Throughout high school, we meet and become friends with people we never imagined ourselves being around. Some of us learn how to have an open mind and an accepting heart, and if someone wants to come into our lives to make us smile and laugh, by golly we let them.
#TonyPepperoni



Friday, October 14, 2016

Art Walk - The Beach


Some people are afraid of the ocean.
The cold breeze tearing at their cheeks,
the freezing fingers reaching towards their bare feet,
and the mighty waves crashing into the boulders.
Some people think the ocean's great rage is scary.
But it's not like that at all,
everything is beautiful if you look at it right.
The ocean's anger isn't something to fear,
it is merely an emotional storm.
The violent and beautiful sea has to cry, too.
Even the invincible ocean 
needs a minute to just scream and throw something.
All the pent up rage needs to escape,
and it's beautiful. 




Thursday, October 13, 2016

Artist Poetry: The Old Guitarist

Even in the hardships,
a beautiful melody flowing
will make your heart sing.
Music can save
a lost soul, 
and heal a broken heart.
Even when everything is hopeless,
music gives you hope.
When the tunnel seems darker than ever,
music turns the light on,

Artist Poetry: Guernica


Pain and suffering.
Moans and wails.
A crying mother,
a crying father,
a crying child.
They don't belong to each other.
They've all lost.
And they themselves
are lost. 
"A tragedy."
Suffering of an innocent.
They call it
"collateral damage."
The loss of family,
friends, is nothing but
collateral damage.


Artist Profile: Pablo Picasso



"Art is a lie that makes us realize the truth."

Pablo Picasso was born on October 25, 1881 in Malaga, Spain. His mother was Maria Picasso and his father was Jose Ruiz, who was also an art teacher at the time. Picasso had two siblings, Lola and Conchita. He went to school at La Llotja (Reial Academia Catalana de Belles Arts de Sant Jordi), the Royal Academy of San Fernando, and School of Fine Arts. He was also married twice, the first time to Olga Khokhlova, and the second time to Jacqueline Roque. 
In the time when his career was blossoming, quite a few things happened around the world. The United States and The United Kingdom signed a treaty for the Panama Canal. Hawaii officially became a part of the US, and Pluto was named by an 11 year old girl. The Bank of Italy became The Bank of America. But the biggest event of all, was World War 2. 
Life was crap for Picasso when he lived in Paris. A friend of his had committed suicide, and it took an emotional toll on Picasso. He was living in poverty and his friend killing himself send Picasso into his Blue Period.
Picasso made lots of art such as sculptures, drawings, and prints. However, he is most known for his paintings. Three of his most famous pieces are the Guernica, Science and Charity, and First Communion. My favorite piece is the Guernica. It's a mural sized oil painting, and it shows people crying up at the sky after their city was bombed. My other favorite piece is The Old Guitarist. It's an oil painting of an older man hunched over his guitar and playing it in the streets of Barcelona. 

Friday, October 7, 2016

Comments


Taylor:
I could picture every line in my head extremely vividly. This is a great piece. Kind of sad, but very real. It was put together beautifully.

I love this because I can really relate. I have a great vision of what my life could be like, but instead I wake up, go to school, go to work, and the same thing happens every single day.

"Adventures make close friends become family."
I love that, and it's really true. I grew up with the same people that I'm friends with now, but it was adventure that made us family.

This was amazing. Touched part of my heart not touched in a while. "I do know the storm will end."  We can hope.

"For years I sought happiness in the saddest of places."
That breaks my heart, but it's a very great poem. 

Nichole:
"I am afraid to be myself." This makes me sad because of how true it is. In today's world, people are so afraid to be themselves in fear of other people judging. I wish the world wasn't like that.

I like this. I also wish I could fly away from all those things...

Haha "And sometimes forgot to fix their hair." I love that, because I can totally relate.

The first paragraph made me fall in love with Florida all over again. Awesome :)

The last piece was awesome. Kind of reminds me of El Dorado... Would make an awesome story :)

Thursday, October 6, 2016

6 Word Memoir(3)


Falling asleep underneath the same sky.

6 Word Memoir(2)


We get it,
you are foreign! 

6 Word Memoir


I'm not in love with you.

Wednesday, October 5, 2016

26 Years (header inspired)

How sad is it?
To die, but not be put to rest.
A lost body,
a lost soul.
For 26 years, just lost.
Wandering the world alone.
A missing detail.
an unfinished story. 
Some things are better left unknown,
but not this.
Lost for 26 years,
but finally found.

Black Out

the bright eyes had dimmed
unfortunately.

Ill Met by Moonlight (blackout)

Her mind 
would not last
forever.
She needed him.
Her mind was
an enclosure,
a gatehouse
and 
most of all,
a maze.
no one would
escape.