Two Dimensions

Two Dimensions

By: Shivani Rajagopal

 

It is like a mirror reflecting everything, both light and dark,

It is like a gold chalice with elaborate designs filled with poison,

Shading in a piece of art, a mix of neutral colors,

The feeling is a game of tug of war, back and forth you go,

Like clear blue skies, dominated by black clouds within seconds,

It is like every color is tinted with the slightest bit of gray,

It is a beautiful exotic environment invaded by roaring factories spitting out big puffs of harmful smoke,

It is the one missing piece from the puzzle,

A thin, hairline fracture in a vase,

Missing the correct key for a lock,

The glowing, sparkling stars floating in the unknown dark matter,

Biting into candy coated in sugar only to find a salty, sour substance underneath,

It scratches the smooth white surface, leaving behind rips and holes,

Eating at the flesh of an animal like a parasite,

Bittersweetness stabs you in the back like a once close friend

 

  1. I  decided to publish an emotion poem.
  2. I chose the emotion of bittersweetness, because it is a feeling that is always present. It shows nothing is completely perfect.
  3. The tone of my poem is melancholy or pessimism.
  4. The theme of my poem is that  small imperfections can degrade the big picture.
  5. “It is like a gold chalice with elaborate designs filled with poison,” this line from the poem is a simile. It describes how the object can be beautiful and elegant, but the poison diminishes its value. This adds to the pessimistic tone, because it focuses in on the negativity(poison). “It scratches the smooth white surface, leaving behind rips and holes,” this second piece of figurative language from the poem is an example of personification. This emotion cannot literally scratch a smooth white surface. It shows that this feeling targets the errors in an object to make you view that object differently. This brings out the gloomy melancholy tone, again bringing focus to all the errors in the white surface.
  6. A revision I made was substituting the phrase “A small crack” with ” A thin hairline fracture.” I made this change because “A thin hairline fracture” emphasizes the crack and it paints a detailed picture of the vase in the reader’s mind. “A small crack” is a simple phrase with not much meaning. My second revision was replacing “biting into hard candy” with “biting into candy coated in sugar only to find a salty, sour substance underneath”. This revision is detailed, specific and activates senses like taste and sight.
  7. The poem wasn’t easy, but it also wasn’t difficult. It did not require an overwhelming amount of focus or thinking. In my first draft thinking of figurative language and finding the connection between inanimate objects and a specific emotion was different and somewhat challenging. After planning and using techniques like webs and organizers, it became easier to write the poem.
  8. I’m pretty satisfied with my poem. I feel like if I picked a different type of poem that could be linked to a specific moment or event my poem would be better, but I feel like I did well.

Ode to Chocolate Chip Cookies

By: Matthew Kerolos

 

Chocolate Chip Cookies,

Oh how you make my mouth sing,

Crunch, Crunch, Crunch.

 

You are one who brings joy,

Comfort, and love to all.

 

You give shelter to those in need,

You nothing more than delicious.

 

You are a firework,

One that goes off in my mouth,

You are a valiant warrior,

One that sacrifices,

One that fights,

And one who cares.

 

The fascinating artwork you create always seems to amaze me,

Oh how your chocolate chips always tease me,

You are most definitely a home,

To those who need,

And to those who need love,

You love,

You care,

You amaze

And we glorify and dearly thank you.

 

Reflection:

The poem I published is an Ode. I wrote an ode to Chocolate Chip Cookies. My tone of my poem is joyful. The theme of my poem is Chocolate Chip Cookies bring happiness and comfort to all.

Figurative language: “You are a firework”- Metaphor. This example of figurative language develops to the tone and theme development by making the tone more exiting and happy because fireworks are joyful.

”You give shelter to those in need”-Personification.

I used personification because this sentence makes me visualize that chocolate chip cookies are comforting.

Revison 1:  “The (Amazing to Fascinating) artwork you create always seems to amaze me”. – I made this revision because the word is more sophisticated and helps me want to visualize more about how the cookie is entertaining and beautiful.

Revision 2:”You are a (Brave to Valiant) warrior”. -I made this revision because valiant has more in depth visualization and meaning to it, and I also chose this to go in depth about how this cookie goes into extreme measures to bring joy to others.

 

It was very easy to create this poem because there is so much to praise Chocolate Cookies for because of their delicious taste and appearance.

I am satisfied with my final draft becuase it has a lot of figurative language and good word choice.

 

Panic

By: Dhiya Srikanth

 

Panic

 

Clocks ticking

The only sound you can hear

Pencil scratches the paper faster by the second

It should be pushing you forward

But it’s pulling you back

 

In a room full of people but you feel alone

You’re running out of time

It’s squeezing your lungs

 

Can’t breathe

Can’t think

Your mind is like a blank canvas

Trying to focus

Trying to calm down

Don’t know how to finish

 

You’re underwater

Can’t hear

Can’t see

It’s finally pushing you to the end

You break the surface

You can breathe

You are calm

Loss

By: Justin Hwang

The worst feeling in the world

When you lose someone so close to you

Realizing that you will never see them again

It hits you so hard and fast

You don’t feel anything except for tears

You hear the sound of people mourning

You look up in the clouds and ask God why me

You look up and you see the sun

The sun is even looking down on you with a frown

The worst feeling in the world

The whole month you feel so down

When your friends ask if your okay

You say that you are feeling blue

You don’t know what to say or do

When your friends ask if you are sad

You say that your sad as raindrops on a grave

Feeling like you are brave

The worst feeling in the world

 

The Gas Station

By: Mya Campoverde

The Gas Station

 

 I pull up to the gas station

Wet gas prices welcomes me

The rain sings a song

Of death

And failure

 

I grab my beer

I step out

Look around

In fear

They can not know

What has happened at 2am

 

Black thunderous clouds up above

start to laugh

Their crackling sound

Taunts me

It’s playing games in my head

They know

 

I need gas

 

The bright lights

Begin to sharply stare down at me

Strong and firm

I try to put the pump in

It won’t budge

Why do they know

 

The song

Reverberates

The laughs

Are roaring

The lights

Are a knife

Ready to cut me in half

They all know

 

Head starts to spiral

Out of control

Flashbacks appear instantly

Blood

Everywhere

Pain rests in his eyes

I killed my own creation

 

It is all too hazy now

The memories

The gun

My own son

 

I step back into my car

Push the pedal

The gas station

Glares at me as I drive away

 

Lips sealed

Eyes closed

Sun rises

They keep their secrets

Of the unknown

First Time Skating

Tripping and falling down but I keep getting back up

I can see my dad on the other side of the rink

Boom, boom my knees hit the ice

My knees feeling like they were broken from hitting the ice so much

The touch of the ice so cold, so hard

Face planted, the taste of icy slush in my mouth, disgusting

Already smelling the nachos I am going to get after I get off the ice

I can almost hear the nachos calling me

My dad and my yells you can do it, you can do it

My grandma cheering me on from the stands

This motivates me even more to get to the other side

Anxious to make them proud

Skating stride after stride

Almost there I can feel my dad’s hands

Just like that I’m there in my dad’s arms

Both of us full of joy

My grandma so happy for me

Thinking to myself I did it, I did it

Now the next step is learning to play hockey my dad said jokingly

Ode to Music

By: Srujana Yalamanchili

“How to Save a Life”

The sound piercing my ear; in a indescribable way,

“Float On”

Lyrics making my heart jump like a jump rope,

“The Freshman”

Guitar solo taking the lead with it’s twang,

“She Has No Time”

Emotions poured into my head,

“For Blue Skies”

Life flashes before my eyes,

Mesmerizing beats, like a bongo drum,

My body swaying like a snake charmed by a snake charmer,

How can such a sound, affect a person’s life,

Such beauty filled inside every note,

Music is like an unfillable ocean,

All the sounds, lyrics, and genres never stop flowing,

Music is my best friend,

When a bad day storms through the door,

When a happy day shines through the window,

Music is my tour guide,

Helps travel and explore my world with me,

Just pop in the buds,

Open the playlist,

And let the music come in like a tornado,

A tornado full of feelings; lively, cheerful, “pick-me-up”,

Because that’s what music does, it helps you feel….

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Ode to the Pump Shotgun

By: Justin Bailey

Pump Shotgun

Bam, like a punch straight from Thanos

230 damage to the head

You can even wield multiple at once

Like a two headed serpent

You can add it to your inventory from Tilted Towers

You can annihilate all players in Dusty Divot

Like it’s full of no skins

Bloom does not apply to this weapon

As accurate as a calculator

One shot a brick wall and destroy it

Jump from the sky making the horrifying sound of hop rocks

Like an angel flying down

20 elimination games

As easy as pie

Bring cowardice to other players

Like the devil himself

One players versus a team of four

Double pump will conquer all

Like the king of the land

Get the high ground and shoot down on players

Like a soaring eagle from above

Swooping down on the enemy

So they never see it coming

Just like a ninja

Pump shotgun

1. The type of poem that I published was an ode poem.

2. I chose this item to be the subject to be the focus of my ode becuase I play fortnite a lot and I use the pump shotgun every game I play and I know a lot about the pump. I have played about 1,850 games.

3. The tone of my ode is Praise.

4. The theme of this poem is that The pump shotgun is the best gun in Fortnite.

5. “Just like a ninja” This figurative language contributes to the tone and theme development because it tells how the pump is so good and you can come out of nowhere and surprise your enemies.

“As accurate as a calculator” This figurative language contributes to the development of the theme and tone because if the pump is the best gun in the game it has to be very accurate and help out a lot.

6. Revision #1: One revision I made in my poem is to change “fear” to the word “cowardice” so I can elevate my vocabulary.

Revision #2: Another revision I made in my poem was to change the word “eliminate” to “annihilate.”

7: It was very easy to right this poem as Fortnite is one of my favorite games and I play it all the time and I use the pump shotgun in every single game I have played. I have played about 1,800 games.

8: I am very satisfied with my final draft. This is because I know very much about this topic and the poem and description of it just came very easy for me and I felt this poem was a very well written poem.

School Shootings

By: Delilah Borg

You say there is nothing to have stopped this shooting

 

No law or godforsaken prayer could’ve prevented this

 

You say you pray the families that are grieving the loss of their child,

 

But still there is no change being done

 

You pray for them and that is it,

 

You still say it is the people killing them not the guns

 

But they are killing with guns you have allowed them to

use

 

This country is shattered like glass

 

Every student is wondering if their school is next

 

to become just another shooting on the news

 

They walk into school

 

Analyzing everyone like a detective

 

Making sure there is nobody that is a threat

 

They go to school feeling as if they are living their last day

 

This is America

 

 

 

 

 

An Insignificant Tragedy

By Lex Beyer

The lights of the concrete temple glare brightly against the dawn sky
Rows of people lined up outside, stragglers towards the back
Some are lying on the grimy street, restless from being there all night
They were lead there with promises of new TVs, 75 percent off
But like the lottery, not everyone can win
At no later than 5AM, the doors to the temple opened
And everything erupted into chaos
I was pushed in by the mob behind me
As I entered, the smells of hundreds of people penetrated my nostrils
The stampedes of people just kept coming
Knocking over shelves, ripping televisions and discounted microwaves from the walls
I duck into an aisle, to find just what I am looking for
A PS4, 50 percent off, a gift for my brother
But as I make my way to checkout, a woman comes behind
A high heel strikes my face, I am knocked over, with a retched rubber relish in my mouth
She seizes it from my fingers, never to be seen again
And that is the tragedy of Walmart on Black Friday