First Eng. IV Assignment aka. There Was a Cild Went Forth

We walk into class and after a lecture he gives a a Walt Whitman (iheartWW) poem entitled There Was a Child Went Forth. He read it aloud and then told us that our first assignment would be to write our own poem using the first stanza as our fist stanza and the last three lines as our last three lines. I was all smiles, here's mine:

There was a child went forth every day'
And the first object she look'd upon, that object
she became;
And that object became art of her for the
day, or a certain art of
the day, or for many years, or stretching
cycles of years.

One early morning the child,
bleary eyed, she gazed
out of the window.
Beheld the rising sun
and this she became.
Shining her smile wherever she went.

A puppy, she observed
full of love and energy
and this small creature
became a part of this child.
In the size of her heart
and the courage contained within

Many things became a part of this child
Mountains with snowy tops
pebbles from playgrounds
Sunflowers as big as her head
and little white wild flowers
that popped up every year
as sure as the sun will rise

All these things became a part of this child
and she took them
everywhere she went
They formed her and became
more defined as she grew

These became part of that child who went forth
everyday, and who now goes, and will always
go forth everyday.

god dammit girl..

think a free thought
a new one
one you've never thought before

invoke that
revelation

the baby's cry to the world
as sweet as honeysuckle

think a free thought
cry out

let the world hear what you
have to say

Don't live,
EXPERIENCE!

little one

ah little one, may you come to understand one day
may the world open up
may the pain dissolve
may you be loved
even greater than you are now

Re: Tuesday, March 30, 2010 "Look"

Whatever it was between us now seems to have dissipated
for that I am grateful
It was a long and awkward time for us both I'm sure

Thank goodness for coffee
it has saved our friendship from certain uncertainty
and brought us back to our former selves with each other

I'm glad that he was in your life
but I'm also a little glad that you broke it off with him
just a feeling of selfish hope

Hope, probably unfounded but whatever,
but also the restoration of good spirits
between you and me

Here's to hope
Here's to friendship
Here's to him

I'm on a Quest

Yep, its a quest. One to find the true Aimee beneath the skin. Beneath the lofty string of unconnected thoughts. My quest is to really get down to the bottom of things e.g. my soul. I don't know how long it will take but I think I'll know when I get to the end. Wish me luck ^^

Happy Father's Day

I love you dad, thanks for loving me and accepting me for the totally weird chick I am. Thanks for always being awake when the inspiration for art hit me, and not telling me to go to bed. Thank you for crying with me and for being able to just sit in silence.

I love you