A Final Goodbye

This semester will definitely go down in the books as one of the best. This class has taught me so much, from how to write a screenplay to not care what other people think, and I am very thankful for that.

This blog has been an amazing experience and a great way to share my work! that is why I will continue to post on my blog. I am so excited to see what happens over this summer and maybe even longer.

See ya later,

-The realist

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The end of a whole new beginning

I’ve been writing since I would remember, when I was little I would sit in church and write little stories and give them to my mom. It wasn’t till recently I realized how much of an outlet and escape writing is. This semester, I’ve learned how to make mistakes and get back up on my feet and try again, practice makes perfect, and to be myself! Also this year has definitely lead me to my style of writing: dramatically funny.

The piece I chose to share with you is one I haven’t shared on my blog yet. I’ve wanted to post it a while ago, but decided to pick a different one. In class, we read a poem called “The Red Wheelbarrow” by Carlos Williams. This inspired me because, even though it is a short poem, it has so much meaning. Maybe not to you but to me it does. I chose to share it because it reminds me when times were simpler and the long summer days.

“Summer Morning” – Libby Sieczkowski

So much depends on

The basket

Weaved chair

Dripping with

Morning dew

On the paved

Front porch

script

I wrote a screenplay script! hope you like it!

Long Lost Love

Sometimes, shutting people out is good. It gives time to heal, to breath, to comprehend things you could never do, while someone is breathing down your neck. But, it can also be extremely lonely, not having someone to hold your hand through the process of grieving.

That’s why I had Jeremy. Jeremy, was a balloon, he was my best friend. Ever since my dad left, Jeremy became my father figure. I would tell him everything. Being 5 at the time there was nothing really to talk about other than, some kid who stole my lunch box or my teacher gave me a timeout at recess, but it never was the same.

As I got older, I grew angry and, depressed. Only worrying about when and if my dad would come home. My mind was so fixated on what happened in the passed, I was almost living in it.

I pushed my mom out of my life at age 12,

My life had become a big, fat, mess of feeling and emotions and I didn’t know how to control myself..

That balloon of mine, was the only way I could escape the terror inside my head. He was my safe place.

In that time, I began to heal. The walls that were once so brutally knocked down, were slowly being build up again. Bur there was one thing missing.                Love.

Healing alone, feels worse than the losing part. The hole in my heart, never fully fills because of one missing piece, and that’s love.

The love that I had my my balloon, was and will never be, as strong as the love that i had for my dad and, mom.

The love that a person has for their family, is unbreakable, and for that reason, love brought my dad home.

Summer After High School

Summer after senior year. The last chance to let lose before real life kicks in. I’ve never been the smartest, and I’ve my mistakes. I’m 18 and I still live with my parents.

My name is Sam, and I just graduated from northwest high school. After the ceremony, all my friends went out to party but, I stayed home. You know that feeling where, life hits you hard and you don’t know how to handle it? That night, I was a mess.

“look at me! i’m a high school graduate and I haven’t picked a collage, I have no job, I still live with my parents. this is just sad.” I thought to myself.

Summer after senior year, my last chance to let lose and i’m worrying about the future instead of the now. what is my life going to? I just want to scream. I’m going to do it, right now, Right in the middle of my house, at 3 o’clock in the morning. nope, can’t do it.

My name is Sam, i’m 18, I still live with my parents and it’s time to get my life together, in the 3 months I have.

The tale of a mystery

It was a normal day at Cleveland Heights high school, it was 70 degrees, sunny, no cloud in the sky. The perfect day. My day started like any other, 1st period: English, 2nd: Algebra, then Biology. Nothing out of the ordinary, except for the stupid freshman pulling a prank on the principle. I hate freshman.
After biology is lunch, my boyfriend and I sit together with his baseball friends. I never really enjoyed sitting with them, they always talk about baseball and the last game they played and how they “smashed it”. But I just learn to deal with it and laugh along. After Isaac and I got our food and sat down, we entered a heated conversation about who was the best player on the team.
“Bro, i’m the best player,obviously.” one guy said.
“No,no I am. I’m the captain.” another said puffing his chest.
“Dude, just because you are the captain, that doesn’t mean you are good.” a third barked back.
Isaac looked and me and laughed.
“Want to take a walk?” he asked.
I agreed and we stand up and walk out of the lunch room. We head out a long hallway to the back of the school by the band room.
“Now this is my kind of place.” I laugh to Isaac.
I am a drum major for the schools marching band. Not to brag but, we are pretty good.
“ speaking of that” Isaac said. “I have a game tomorrow, wanna come?”
“I wouldn’t miss it for the word” I smiled up at him.
We get to the end of the hall and start to walk back to the lunch room. As we were walking back, we heard a scream come from the band room. We instantly ran into the room to see what was going on. When we get into the band room and look around, we don’t see anything.
“That was creepy.” I shuddered.
“Yeah, I don’t like this, let’s go.” Isaac tugged my shirt and grabbed my hand.
As we turned around and headed for the door, we stopped dead in our tracks.
“It might be me, but the last time I check, there was a door there.” Isaac said with a shudder in his voice.
We turned back around to see what used to be the band room.
“What. The. Heck.” My eyes in disbelief.
I look at Isaac as my eyes focus and come back to reality.
“And then what happened?” A girl asked.
“Now, that remains a mystery.” I laugh. “Telling stories are so much fun.”

Love like ghosts

The poem I chose to share with you all for national poetry writing month is a found poem or a song poem. I chose this this poem because music is a big part of my life and writing things about music or making music comes very easy to me. The story behind this poem is nothing special, when we were writing our poems in class I was trying to think of a song that could work for my poem, I tried a few things but nothing worked, until I found my song, “love like ghosts” by Lord Huron. The song is slow, and calming and very well spoken, so it was easy to remember lyrics.

My experience with NaPoWriMo wasn’t bad, I definitely could’ve taken it a little more seriously but, I never enjoyed writing poetry because the writing process took a long time and I could never find good inspiration. This unit definitely opened my eyes to the variety of poems and helped me find some that I liked.

Yes, love is like ghosts.

Everybody talks, but few feel

The moonlight shows you what is real

The things I feel, hurt me sometimes.

But, your endless eyes carry me through the night.

NaPoWriMo

Happy National Poetry Writing Month!

What is NaPoWriMo you may ask? Well, it is when a writer, like myself, or anyone who likes poetry, writes one poem every day for the month of April. So, with that being said, i will be hoping in the poetry boat and writing one poem each day and posting it!

Stay sweet and keep it real.

Wave after wave

The air of the salty Atlantic filled his lungs as he drove down the long stretch of road in his silver jeep with the doors and roof off. The wind sailed through his curly brown hair with the sides shaved. He sniffed the air like a overdramatic character in a cheesy romantic comedy movie. His hands grabbed the steering wheel as he lets out a big sigh. His mind, flowing with thoughts. Love, excitement, anxiety. Thinking back to the first time he met her.
from previous interactions, Samuel recognized a familiar blonde hair, blue eyed girl, standing by the fire pit watching her friends splash each other with the crystal clean Atlantic water. Her long straight hair flipped around in the Florida summer wind. Samuel, being the outgoing person he is, decided to walk up to her.
“Hey. I’m samuel.” he yelled over his friends screaming in the background.
“Mandy!”
they shake hands and smile. Mandy looked back and stuck her tongue out at her friend Willow, who made a whistle noise. She looked back at samuel.
“I like your shirt!” Mandy pointed at samuel’s shirt.
“You like r5?” samuel said holding his shirt out from his chest.
“I’m a nineteen-year-old girl! of course i like r5! But, weren’t you wearing that shirt the last time i saw you? At the party?” Mandy put her hand on hips and giggled
Samuel looked down at the cream colored shirt.
“Oh, i guess so! You remember that?” samuel laughed putting down the shirt and scratching his head.
“Yeah, that was the party where some dude brought his dog and, i swear, all the girl were all over him!” Mandy smiled waving her hands all over while she was talking.
“That’s right! And someone yelled a ‘your mom’ joke in the middle of their karaoke solo, and that’s how our friend groups met!” samuel looked behind mandy, staring at his friends playing a game of chicken in the water.
“Oh, good times!” mandy looked back to and started to laugh.
They both look back at each other and there was a long pause. Mandy looked down at her white painted toes in her pink flip flops.
After what seemed like forever, Mandy’s friend, Willow let out a big scream and started to stumble her way to the fire pit.
“Oooohh hey! It’s the hot guy you wouldn’t shut up about! How’s it going man?” willow slurred, touching samuels arm.
“So i’m hot?” samuel looked at Mandy and crossed his arms.
“Well, you see…umm” Mandy looked at willow with a i’m-going-to-kill-you look.
“Yeah! You’re steaming, like a lobster in june!” Willow sat down in the yellow beach chair next to mandy and laid her head on her arm.
Mandy patted her head and exchanged confused looks with Samuel.
There was another long pause.
They both looked away, and occasionally glancing at each other.
“Well, i think I’m gonna get willow home.” Mandy says as she stars to gather he things and get willows slumped body off the beach chair.
“Here, let me help you.” Samuel grabs one of willows arms and put it on his shoulder.
They walk over to the black ford truck and put willow in the front passenger seat.
“She must be a handful sometimes?” Samuel asked.
“Sometimes? She’s always getting herself into trouble” Mandy laughed. “But, i love her.” Mandy rubs willows arm through the open window.
“Yeah, she seems nice, when she’s not… not like this” Samuel laughs.
Mandy laughs. “Well, i better get her home.” Mandy pulls the string of her blue tie dye bag onto her shoulder.
“Wait.” Samuel grabs Mandy’s arm. “Would you like to go on a date with me?”
Mandy looked stunned.
“Uh, yeah! That sounds fun.” She was quick to respond as she ran her hands through her hair.
“Cool, does tomorrow work?” Samuel leans back on his heels.
“Yes, how about noon? At Mikes dinner, the one that has that really good view of the ocean?” Mandy points to the dark waves splashing on the sand.
“That sounds perfect!” Samuel smiles.
They both look at each other, smile and walk away.
Snapping back into reality, Samuel pulls into the small parking lot of the dinner. He walks in and sees no Mandy. He looks down at his phone for the time.
“12:02, no need to worry.” He sits down at a table right in front of the window, with a perfect view of the ocean.
Time goes by, about five minutes or so. Samuel looks down at his phone again.
“12:07. Should i be worried?” He looks out the window to see of he can see her car pulling in, but still, no Mandy.
Two, five, and ten minutes go by. Two calls gone to voicemail and five texts later, Samuel gives up hope.
Samuel let’s out a big sign and slouches in his chair. The waitress wearing a classic 80’s diner outfit walks up.
“Would you like something to eat? Sorry it took me so long to get to you, the kitchen is pretty backed up.” She laughs as she pulls the pen out from behind her ear.
“yeah, can I please get a waffle?” Samuel looks up at the lady with sorrowful eyes.
“Sure thing, sweetie” she says as she walks away.
Samuel returns his gaze to the window, watching wave after wave hit the sandy beach.
Wave after wave.

Not So Real

Take me to the moon. Let your fingertips light the stars to guide the way. Touch the clouds and let the silky, dewy mist collect in the palms of your hands and role down your arm. Take me to the moon.

Once we reach the moon, open your eyes and look beyond the stars and, the clouds. What do you see? Neverland! Take me to Neverland!

Take me to the place where all the boys and girls go. Take me to the place where i will never grow up. Take me to the place where the only worry is being captured by captain Hook. Even then i still don’t need to worry because, Peter Pan will come to rescue me!

Oh, how i will miss you. Unless, you stay with me. Stay in the place where we can live forever. Stay in the place where all the girls and boys go. My love, stay with me.

Take me to the moon. No… take me to neverland!

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