A Long Road

Authors note- I was deciding whether or not to post this. It was from a while back when did a stream of consciousness. I have been trying to work on poetry so I would appreciate some feedback.  

A long road

So straight and narrow

Goes through the forest

Full of trees and life

Spring is here

Bringing flowers and rain

Washing away the cold of winter

With the new April rains

Cars goes past

Gravel bouncing off the tires

And water splashing everywhere

The drivers without a care in the world

Kids come out

Onto the dusty road

With a ball and bat

To start a new game

The Truman Show

Authors Note- This is my response to the part of The Truman Show that we watched on Thursday.


Cameras everywhere, you are being watched. They are hidden in your very clothes. The people around you who you think you know are paid actors, going by a script that's being played in their ears. The entire world is watching your every move. You have no idea whats going on. This is what Truman's life everyday is. The creators of this t.v. show seems to have complete control. The fear he instills into Truman to keep him from going to Fiji is much like what the authority figures in our lives do to keep us from rebelling.

In the movie The Truman Show, it gives us a new outlook on our lives and how they are played out. It makes us think that the people around us might not be who we think they are. I also think that this movie shows that in fact, there is a higher power in our lives. Weather this higher power is directly or indirectly effecting our lives it is truly there. The way that we go about everyday life going to the same place at the same time doing the same activities makes you think what if your life really is a script written long before our time on Earth.

The Truman Show also makes you think who that higher power might be. Maybe it is someone among us now. Or even someone watching from a far away place. Life could be a script around us played out by actors just like us. It could make you wonder if everyone including yourself is going of a script written long ago by our creator, our true leader. As people in life grasp for more power they seem to become more twisted then they are now. Laws are being passed that limit the reason that we came to this country for, freedom. This is much like what happens to Truman on a day to day basis. His freedom has been taken for the entertainment of the people watching his every move.

Power is truly what we strive for in life. It is not happiness or reaching a utopia after death. Some people may argue with you on this matter but that is just an example to support your argument. When they argue this is them trying to gain power over you by being recognized as right. Who are they to decide what is right or wrong? Isn't believing in a higher power leaving that decision up to him?

Dreams

Authors Note: This is my poem that I wrote to mimic Langston Hughes. He wrote about holding on to dreams. I think that he is trying to say that dreams are what make life interesting. I wrote about spring and how it is, in my opinion the most important season. I am always excited for spring because it means that the cold of winter is gone and summer is coming soon.

 

Spring

Hold strong to spring

For if spring passes

Summer comes with heat and pain

And no more classes.

Hold strong to spring

For when spring ends

Time is quick passing

All spent with friends.

Here is the poem that I tried to copy. It is called Dreams and it is by my adopt a poet, Langston Hughes

Dreams

Hold fast to dreams

For if dreams die

Life is a broken-winged bird

That cannot fly.

Hold fast to dreams

For when dreams go

Life is a barren field

Frozen with snow.

Stream of Consciousness: Rain

Authors Note: When we did our stream of consciousness I thought of a percepitationless world with no rain. I usually like the rain and thought that what if there was never rain again? I thought how would all the people with umbrellas and rain coats feel if there was no more rain?  When I was littler I would always want to take my rain coat off and just run and play in the rain.



Standing on a street corner, in a cold rain. I see people with umbrellas and wonder why not enjoy the rain while you have it? I think to myself, what if it never rains again? What will the fools hiding themselves from the rain think when they thirst for the wet cool feeling of rain on a hot summer day? As I walk through the street I feel that someone, somewhere is feeling the same thing as me. I take the rain coat that I have on and offer it to someone. They take it gratefully and wonder why I don't want it when it is raining outside. I feel almost as an outcast as I make the journey home. People look at me with an inquisitive look. I look back them the same way.