Poems

Hey guys, these are the poems I wrote for English Class. I think they're pretty good.
My personal favorite is "Ode to my Popcan" :)

The Old Fool

The Old Fool
You know him well
He comes into your mind
He comes into your home

You'll see him on the street
losing his temper
shoplifting some chocolate
He's on the sidewalk
With a hat upside down
praying, hoping for your money

The Old Fool enjoys his job
he enjoys to come into your head
to knock on your door
till you can stand it no more

Til you crack your portal
and ask him what he wants
then he'll barge right in
That sorry Old Fool

He'll sit on a chair
right next to the fire
he'll take all your warmth
he'll take all your joy
meanwhile he'll talk
talk to you about it all
about his plans for you
the things you could do
all you could become
if you would just let him through

But you know this man
he's lead you this way before
you remember what his plan was
and it was not close to great
so you tell him to get out
he just smiles, winks, and says
“You sure about that?”
And unless you quickly answer no
he'll keep on talking
talking till you're not sure
maybe this time he's right

But you know this horrible relic
so you tell him yes
now get out of my door
he won't go, of course
he just keeps on sittin
finally you shove him
but he's heavier than you thought
you push, and you push
but he just won't go
no matter how hard you push
no matter how long you have
he won't get off that seat
til the world ends

So you decide to get some help
you get some close friends
some you've known forever
or so it seems
you and yours you push
and push and push
pain and grief ensue
the Old Fool is tough
but tough as he is
you prove the stronger
the Fool is out your door
what a pain, what a grief!
Never do that again!
But as soon as you've latched your door
he starts it all again
knocking, ever knocking

You ask your friends
does he ever go away,
they shake their heads
in a dismal despair
he never does
he never will
he's everywhere
and nowhere
and unless you persevere
he'll always come back
and sit right there.

Time


Time is a song
A song that plays in life
It plays a melody
It plays on in neccessity
Not in cruelty

But many a person
regards it as such
They hurry and scrurry
To do what they can
before the music stops

They're strangely mistaken
In this belief
that the song of time's
most important part
is it's end
The only part they look at
the only part they'll think on
is the end of it all

So Time plays a sad chorus
for these people who
seem to not understand
that time does not play
to get to your end
it plays to keep you here

It's a song that heals and feels
They say that time will heal all things
that time will put it on the mend
All one has to do
Is simply to
listen to their song

Time plays a different tune
for each of us at once
For every one knows
That time passes strange
And different for every one

Time is a song
A melody ever playing
A symphony of life
Of energy at it's greatest
If only we can come
to truly appreciate it
then we can maybe live
the life we should be living.


The Man of Winter

You strap on your boots
You put on a coat
Socks you put on your foots
A hat you promote
Now you're safer
to fght with The Man of Winter

You step outside and feel him there
he's a biting presence
That makes us aware
He bites at your garments
he steals your flagrance

He's hated by most
But he's ok with this
cause he feeds on your hate
feeds it to an abyss
that hungers for your fate

The Man of Winter hates all
For what reason we don't know
We do know that his attacks install
A shuddering, shivering torso

He'll use his weapons
His arsenal of frost
frigid gust stuns
your breath of life he'll accost
He'll seep in your clothes
a bitter, biting gesture
he'll leave your hair froze
encased with white powder

He's biting and heartless
A Man of the Cold
Stealing the heat in your carcass
All of it infold

You may put on armor
but he'll find a seam
to make it colder
to make you scream
to freeze your bones
to slow your body
Death he condones
while striking you coldly
his snow and his frost
Your life will be lost

So beware the Man of Winter
He's a murderer inside
his icy, cold heart is bitter
A titan of the times
An elemental entity
that despises all humanity.

Ode to my popcan

He's shiny and sleek
and oh so good looking
he dresses to match
every time I see him
his shape is cylindrical
his top is round
he's my beloved wonderful popcan

With his cool sides, and smooth round top
he's my favorite thing about pop
it's the can I tell you
that's the coolest thing
With coolio colors
and stylized letters
Flowing deep, absorbing colors
that draw me in, closer and closer
until I succumb to it's wonderful ambrosia

When you pop the top
It speaks to you
A friendly kachshoo
It's greeting is awesome
it makes my hairs tingle
Then I drink long and deep.

I don't see why people throw them away
I know I don't
I keep them in a memorial
to their awesomeness
and boudacity
a giant pyramid in my room
of the way cool cans
Each a new color scheme
Each with it's own story
I'm sure they have them
they just can't say
in their short little kchshoo
how sad, how horrible
I wish I could hear their stories

How grand, how noble,
how great their stories must be!
To be melted and poured
to be painted and filled
to be shipped and packed
to be stored and coveted
to be drank and thrown away
Oh, the horror! The tragedy
the end of this wonderful thing
ends in a metal bin
alone among garbage
that doesn't look near as cool

I love my pop can
it is so cool.

Merry Christmas!!!

Hey! It's Christmas Morning! And here I am bored! ha ha
Yeah, I was up at 5 this morning, I've already opened friend's presents, and taken a lovely Christmas shower, and shaved, and everything else I could think of, but I'm still bored, and waiting, it's only 6, bother.
Yes, we have yet to open presents, and I'm doing my best to keep the true spirit of Christmas in my heart, and not get too excited for presents, though it's hard, I do like opening presents!
Yes, I've read the birth of Jesus according to Luke, and the prophecies of him by Isaiah this morning, and it really is the most wonderful time of the year.
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!

A Very Good Day

Today was a Very Good Day, it may not have been the best day of my life, but today was a good day.
The day started at midnight for me, because the previous day I had taken a lovely three hour nap, and was quite awake at that moment. So I was up and talking to anyone and everyone and I got into a discussion with Alex Street about the latest LD topic, and we debated until about 1:30 in the morning, then we stopped debating and simply discussed it. Then I looked down at the time and said "Enough! I'm going to bed!" It was a good discussion and I enjoyed it immensely.
Then Wil woke me up at 4 throwing up, that was bad, but it didn't make the whole day bad.
I slept in until about 6:50 where I ran out and milked the cow at superhuman speeds, then threw on a shirt and some deodorant and ran out the door. I almost made it to class on time, but my teacher Mr. Benjamin, the good person he is, asked me "How bad were the roads?" I said "Atrocious" he said "Sit down" so I did not have to suffer because of bad roads! Second plus of the day.
Then in that same class, in English we got to go into the Theater in the SVC and listen to Mr. Benjamin, his wife, two of his daughters, Auriala, and Mr. Pearson sing different Les Miserables songs as examples of poetry, and I quite enjoyed that also.
In A.P. Biology we talked about Meiosis for a bit, and then started watching the movie "Gattaca". Good movie, and no enormous note taking, so nice.
In A.P. History we had to take the essay test that we had all skipped the previous day because of ACT stuff. I wrote three and a half pages in the essay, covering everything that needed to be covered, in detail, and I'm quite positive I will get an excellent grade out of it.
At lunch I went and sat with some different people and had a wonderful time talking about everything from U.S. policy on foreign courts, to how you could make rice stick onto a stick, and how to eat it. ;) Good times! I also got half of a pretty good tuna sandwhich in exchange for some plastic tasting chicken nuggets! Bonus!
In Seminary we got to talk and laugh with our dear Brother Steele for a while, then watch the rest of the movie he's showing us, almost all of it, but it was also a good time, I love my seminary class.
In Weightlifting we had the greatest time ever. We played a game called two-base, it's basically kickball, only there are multiple runners and they can run whenever, before, during, and after the ball is kicked. It was us against the girl's P.E. class, and we had so much fun trouncing them. When we would rotate so we were kicking, and they were in the outfield, several of us would just start running, and score 2 points before the ball was even kicked. Then our whole weightlifting class just had a good time, we were screaming at Coach Clark (Jokingly of course, messing with him as usual) then we had kids carrying other kids around the bases, they did succeed one of the times! We were hitting random people and screaming while running, it was a good game.
After school was over I got to mess around with Stoker and Brooks with guitars, which is always a good time.
Brooks gave me a ride to the Benjamin's where I caught a ride to the party our dance team was throwing at the time. With good food, and good entertainment, I was happy.
They had Dance Dance Revolution, which I was horrible at, I had more fun making funny faces and goofing off while other people were playing than I did in actually playing, goofing off was much more fun.
Then Twister got pulled out! We played a couple rounds, but then a round started with Myself, Nicole Benjamin (My partner) and Lauren Benjamin (Obviously her sister). Lauren lost early on, but then it was just me and Nicole on the mat, and we have both discovered that we are both very good at Twister. The next 45 minutes were spent in the attempt to try and get Nicole or I to fail. It didn't work, finally Nicole and I agreed to an honorable draw. But boy was it fun! Occassionally I would attempt to throw Nicole off by putting my leg or hand way into her space so she would have to find elsewhere to put her limbs, but it didn't work, she's too good.
I got a ride with the Benjamin's into town where I met with Daddy and went shopping for party food for the boys, I was very thrifty, and got a rather cute store attendant to follow me out to the car, I was in a flirtatious mood.
So I got the boys their junk food, and they gave me hugs and stuff thanking me and telling me that this may be the last time I see them.
BUT! Before they left they had to see how much I could bench! Since they are such work out fanatics they can't believe that I can bench more than them since I only work out for 45 minutes a day. But I win. It started with 155, which I did three times as a warm-up, which some of them were doing as their max, then we got to my max, so we added 25's on to the bar, making the total weight 185. I did it easily, piece of cake, so we added on another 5 pounds, once again I did it, so we added on another five pounds and that I did with a finger touch, he didn't help, just did the finger touch. So I left them with a tromping of 195 to 155. Also makes me happy.
I came home, and watched "The Dark Knight". Now I shall go read my scriptures and sleep!
Good day to one and all!
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!

What we did today!

Today Myself, Mamma, and Anthony have accomplished a ton! We have taken pictures of all the food we made today. Which includes: 4 apple pies, 1 cherry, 1 blueberry, 2 chocolate, 2 coconut cream, 2 vanilla, 4 pumpkin 2 pecan, and 3 cheesecake, making 21 pies in all. Then we made a big bowl of spinach dip, a MASSIVE pot of sweet potatoe pie, (btw one massive sweet potato made 9 cups of boiled sweet potato!!!! Holy honker), Stef gave us a pan of sweet potatoes also, 4 loaves of cranberry coffee cakes, and 4 braided breads, and last and least, we broke up the bread for the stuffing.
Anthony and I also went down to Richfield wherein we got the turkey and potatoes from Stef, searched everywhere in Wal-mart and in Lin's for groceries, went to the storage unit to get the china, goblets, a tv and DVD player, and some boots. We also went to DI, got my yearbook from a friend, got some food at Taco Time, and came home.
Also Daddy made a trip all the way to Salt Lake this morning to drop off Logan and Angel. Started at 6 this morning.
That's what we did today! Yeah!

Self Sacrifice

Self-Sacrifice
The one quality that has defined great people throughout every era of time has been self-sacrifice, it's the one thing that can touch any heart, melt the heart of stone, and make a person strive to become better, to one day become like their idol.
Throughout history the people who have been remembered with the dearest expressions have been the people who gave something up for something they believed greater than themselves. What is great about these people is that they usually place everything above themselves. Examples of such beloved sacrifice of oneself are people like Mohatma Gahndi, Jesus Christ, Martin Luther King, Mother Teresa, and of course Jean Valjean.
In the book Les Miserables the character Jean Valjean is the one you feel the most for. You see his life progress as he goes through it, you see his decisions, why he made them, and you grow to know him as you would a very close friend. This is a miracle of Victor Hugo's writing is that he makes you feel for his characters, he makes a fantastic character for the reader to understand and see in his writing, and Jean Valjean was his masterpiece.
Jean Valjean is the best model for self-sacrifice in the book. He starts the story in a prison which he got into because he was stealing bread for his sister's family, he became a hard bitter person and then was saved by the Bishop. He became a good man, a christian man, who ran a business and the town. He gave up all of his possessions, his accumulated wealth and social status to reprieve a stranger he had never met. He risked everything to save the child of a woman he barely knew. He raised the child as his own, risking life and limb to keep her safe. When she grew up and fell in love he risked everything, once again, to save him and bring him back to her, so that she could be happy. He always looked after someone else, he barely looked after himself. To the very end of his life he was looking after his loved ones, telling them that they need not worry aobut the money, that it was well earned money, legitimate. To his dying breath he expressed love and appreciation to his fellow man.
I believe that such self-sacrifice is one of the main reasons that this world remains tolerable to live in. The idea of non-selfishness, of thinking of others, is one that is being quickly forgotten in a world of “looking out for number one”. I find that an even greater tragedy than Les Miserables. People always need to be able to think above themselves, look to a higher cause, and serve it with all of their hearts and minds. People should be able to do things for other people, even if it's not in their own interest, they should do it, to make the world in general a better place. That's why Gahndi would not eat, and Mother Teresa lived in poverty, why Jean Valjean tore himself apart for others, they do it to make the world a better place, in the small ways they can, they make this little world that we occupy a more loving home. They combat anger with calmity, apathy with love, they are the antidote to the world's corruption. They are our lights, and many love them for what they've done.
I think everyone has a little bit of this in them, a little bit of love for people in general, most of us don't show it much, don't even use it much, but I think that we all need to take a lesson from people like Jean Valjean that is make the world a better place in whatever way you can.

This is an essay I wrote for English, I like it, thought people could read it if they wanted.

Backpack is back!

Just so you all know my backpack has been found! Yay!!!
It was in the school's lost and found, of course I don't know how it would get anyone near the school is cause I took it with me into the van to go to the gym, but I don't care!!! I have it back! Ha ha ha ha.
I got a part in the up and coming production of Arsenic and Old Lace, I am Jonathan, the homicidal, psychotic big brother, I guess I got that part cause I'm the only guy who can look a good scary, I am Mike's little brother, so we will see! Ha ha ha.
Casting for "The Dancers" will happen next week some time, I want to be the Assistant Director, just cause I think it'd be fun to play with this play, it's a Southern play, so it would be fun.
And I am so excited for Thanksgiving! I am soooooooo ready for the gluttony to begin! Yes! See you all!

Ruts, updates, and etc.

So, the play went off great! It really did! It was five days of adrenaline and constant improvement. The last night was the best one of them all. Loved it so much. The fights went well, there was soo much energy on stage, the audience was awesome, and everyone performed very well. If I find my total critique of it I'll put it on here. But I gotta find it first.
There was another dance. Twirp. I got asked by Amber Bybee, she's a downs syndrome girl in the High School who I always sit by at lunch. She's a real sweetheart. I spent most of the date playing with her, like when everyone else was playing dodgeball, her and I were playing catch, and pretend, hide and seek and stuff. It was way fun, and everyone in that date group thinks I'm the biggest sweetheart for doing that, but I just have lots of experience with William, and it's easy for me. That was fun. We had 24 people in our group, so we transported everyone around in a huge boat on a trailer, playing Beach Boys "Surfin U.S.A", over and over and OVER again. It was quite awesome.
But now we must discuss the strange rut I am in. I am cursed. I don't know what it is, but there are just days, or weeks where things just go wrong, way wrong. In A.P. Biology a quiz comes, I've studied like crazy for it, and I get a 68 on it. Geh. In Math I teach everyone about the test, I taught two people in specific, Garcia and Tara. Test comes, I get an 84, Garcia gets 105 and Tara gets a 95. I don't get it! In History there's a sub that tells us that we have to write our entire DBQ in 45 minutes, I hear a couple people say that Mr. Player's just joking with us, he's always had us do those at home. Well, I planned the whole thing out, but didn't write anything, didn't turn anything in. Turns out he was serious, and there's a lovely zero. In Biology I know everything about it, and once again I am teaching everyone about the topic. We have to answer two discussion questions, I answer them for everyone else, but forget to write my own, lovely zero. In English we're writing a report for this strange computer graded essay program, so write one, and I get a 5.6 out of 6, and so I write some more, add to it, submit for scoring again, and I get a 5.0! Bell rings, that's it. And to top it all, the lovely stinking cherry on top, I have lost my backpack with every single book, every single school assignment in it. I can remember getting into the Purple Van with it, went to go move Mamma's office stuff, and it has not been seen since. Last Thursday. We have no idea where it might be. I've looked everywhere it could be. In Mamma's office, in the school, in the van, everywhere I can think of. It's gone.
Geh.