Tanka Chapter 10

Feeling guilty but
why, why him? He didn't do
anything to him, as long
as we know... Simon is dead
and Piggy ashamed, but why?

You Can't Have It All

But you can have
a new journey,
a new destination
like a blink of an eye..
You can have the hot days
of summer, the sun shinning,
the azure sky,
the perfect day that comes
only once a year.
But you can have seven shopping bags at the same time
without
having to worry about
paying bills (only if you are a kid).
But you can have a mothers hug, when you need consoling...
A best friends words and knowledge
when you are in trouble..
You can have
someone that will always be there for you
no matter what...
But you can have a flower,
a flower
that is not just another flower in the garden..
But you can have the opportunity to make
a wish every 11:11,
every dandelion,
every candle you blow on your birthday..
without knowing if they will come true.
But you can have a brother,
that can be annoying...
He will always send you texts at two or three A.M,
just to tell you what he did last night.
But you can have the chance
to go up in an airplane and feel,
like you could touch the clouds for the first time in your life,
just like a fledgling flying for the first time.
But you can have the chance to laugh,
as loud as you can.
Live,
like there is no tomorrow,
and love someone,
with all your heart and soul.
But you can make a mistake, regret it later, but with time, you'll fix it.
Everybody makes mistakes.
But you can have someone always
whispering in your ear,
making you notice whats right and wrong,
and whispering in a serene, calm voice,
you can have a lot of great things,
but you can't have it all.

Love and Its Beauty

Love and Its Beauty
chosen by: Ana Carolina


Description:
Like Les Miserables once said: "To love another person is to see the face of God." 


Love is what makes the world a better and more pleasent place to live in. It is what brings people together, and what makes people happy eventhough sometimes it doesn't turn to be the happy ending everybody wants. Love is just a word, people are the ones that give it a meaning, and that meaning can make a person's world divert. Love makes you feel unstoppable, capable of doing anything because it makes you strong, and even if it sometimes fails and makes you sad, despressed; you should give it a second, third, forth, and so on chance because even if some people think love is just stupid, it is what makes you happy.

Synopsis:
The poems in this notebook will be just about love, so you should read it, enjoy it and LOVE it.

• How Do I Love Thee (Sonnet 43) by Elizabett Barret Browning
• She Walks in Beauty by George Gordon Byron
• Two Loves by Lord Alfred Douglas
• True Love by Robert Penn Warren
• I Love You by Sara Teasdale
• The Kiss by Stephen Dunn
• When a Women Loves a Man by David Lehman
• A Perfume by John Koethe
• The Definition of Love by Andrew Marvel
• Love in a Life by Robert Browning
• Love by Simon Taylor Colerdige

Dreamy Cloud--Benjamin Moore--2117-70

 


She wanted,
to change the world,
but nobody
paid attention,
to her.

This girl who lived,
in a dreamy cloud,
a cloud like
Nimbostratus,
only seen on dark,
sad days,
or never seen
at all.

This girl who,
fell in love
with his azure eyes,
the eyes
that made her world
divert,
to a direction
that nobody turned to,
since her love,
in this world,
was like a dead rose,
meaningless.

This girl who's,
eyes produced significant precipitation,
but nobody cried
for her...
loved,
but was never loved in return...
laughed,
but at her own jokes...
felt,
the feelings nobody,
cared about
or were even showed...

This girl who wished
to be like other clouds,
like Cumulus and Cirrus,
fluffy,
radiant,
stunning,
vivid,
unique,
admired,
recognized...

This girl who's life,
was like frozen ice crystals
in the Earth's atmosphere,
cold,
lonely,
miserable.

This girl who,
was never anything...
who was,
like white paper
on white walls,
unnoticed,
unrecognizable,
never seen..
until the day,
she decided
to leave.

Julie and Julia: 365 Days, 524 Recipes, 1 Tiny Apartment Kitchen

Publisher: Julie Powell, National Bestseller

Genre: Memoir

Where I got It: My mom recomended the book to me.

One Sentence Summary: In an amazing way of telling the story, Julie Powell talks about her experience while learning how to cook, and how one person inspired her threw her writing of books--Julia Child. 

First Sentence: As far as I know, the only evidence supporting the theory that Julia Child first made Potage Parmentier during a bad bout of ennui is her own recipie for it.

First Chapter Review:  In this chapter--The Road to Hell is Paved with Leeks and Potatoes--started with Julie talking about one of Julia Childs's french potatoe soup and how, the way she wrote the recipie, was like poetry--inspiring.Which I thought that Julie said that her writing was like poetry because Julia inspired her to cook by her writings. Then she started talking about her life, job, you actually begin to know her. She introduces you to her boyfriend Eric, and how he sometimes doesn't appreciate what she cooks as much as pizza. 

Verdict: I really liked this book. It was not only interesting, but funny. You will laugh of the adventours she had while learning to cook. Julie taught me that to be great in something, you have to persists--that's the only thing that will make you great. I really recommend it to everyone who likes to cook.

Cover Comments: The cover of the book is yellow and has like a part of a kitchen drawn. It has a pot and a lobster on the cover like over a table. What is in the pot is kind of burning since it has smoke all around it and going outside of the cap which made me think--before reading the book--that she was not good at cooking. 

The cover was very creative, and It actually reflects what the story is about.

Only for Buisness

The tide was coming in,
Ralph chose the firm strip
as a path,
because he needed to think.

Pacing by the water,
He lost himself in amaze,
understanding
the wearisomness,
of this life.

He stopped,
facing the strip;
the time had come
for the assembly,
there must be no mistakes,
no chasing imaginary,
no fun,
but buisness.

The beach,
was dotted,
boys were
waiting,
waiting for the assembly
to start.

Grass was worn away,
the tide was coming in,
and again,
he lost himself
in deep waters.

Not for fun,
not for laughing,
ONLY for buisness.

There's no water,
shelfs are dry...

Someone called out,
they quited
slowly...
The beastie,
the talk of fear,
made people
start frightening.

Fear,
can't hurt you anymore,
I am a hunter;
or am I not?

I'm not
talking about fear,
But as for,
the beast!

Tormented,
by the silence,
necesity to speak,
to speak
in assembly,
tears lept from his eyes.

Maybe it's not,
only us...
its some sort,
of ghost.

The world,
understandable,
lawful world,
had gone away
with the wind.

A thin wail,
chill them,
powerless
to help them.