Ashley

2006-04-30T18:36:00.000-07:00

Old Days

Thinking about the old days

Days that were filled with you and me.

how i wish for those days

Back when we were happy.

We are miles apart now

looking up at the sky

Dreaming of how life should be

But than again,

Who said life was easy.

If i could have one wish

it would be not missing you,

Because every minute makes me wonder

What i would be without ever having you.

2006-04-30T18:28:00.000-07:00

Hate is the fuel
of my love
six or seven is always good
8 or 9 is even better
10 or 11 is just too much.
unless you have friends with you.
sometimes it feels lonely,
i would like to cry.
because of that bad cold,
nipping at my nose.
eating my toenails
and biting my clothes.
leaving marks on my neck,
then my mom saw it and yelled at me.
i was so embarrassed that she knew i left my house.
i felt like a teen sneaking out.
i very quietly snuck out the window,
to meet my friends.

Another poem wrote in one of my creativ writing classes.

2006-04-05T10:24:00.000-07:00

States were becoming states.
curvy and straight roads go through each one,
with mountains in the distance.
the statue, she was enormous
as a 12 year old was not waiting in line,
to climb to the top to look over everything.
even if she thought the boat ride was the best.
with arrows and purple bubbles all around
but this doesnt look like a jail to me
the walls go up so very high,
and shows the reflection of the summer sky.

another poem done in class, doesnt make much sense but its kinda cool.

2006-04-05T10:20:00.000-07:00

20 purple bubbles
floating all around
flow, net flow, flow
but there is no sound
arrows pointing in opposite directions
wondering where they will end up
do they think they are in a cup?
or that they even know what is up.

just a silly poem that was done in one of the exercise's in class.

2006-03-26T12:21:00.000-08:00

Setting

Vacation

I love the hour before takeoff,
that stretch of no time, no home
but the gray vinyl seats linked like
unfolding paper dolls. Soon we shall
be summoned to the gate, soon enough
there'll be the clumsy procedure of row numbers
and perforated stubs-but for now
I can look at these ragtag nuclear families
with their cooing and bickering
or the heeled bachelorette trying
to ignore a baby's wail and the baby's
exhausted mother waiting to be called up early
while the athlete, one monstrous hand
asleep on his duffel bag, listens,
perched like a seal trained for the plunge.
Even the long executive
who was wandered this far into summer
with his lasered itinerary, briefcase
knocking his knees-even he
has worked for the pleasure of bearing
no more than a scrap of himself
into his hall. He'll dine out, she'll sleep late,
they'll let the sun burn them happy all morning
-a little hope, a little wimsy
before the loudspeaker blurts
and we leap up to become
Flight 828, now boarding at gat 17.

I chose this poem for setting because i could see everything that was going on. it was a descriptive poem and told the setting very well. and also i chose it because i love to go on vacation, that is my favorite thing to do :)

2006-03-26T12:07:00.000-08:00

Image

Facing It

my black face fades,
hiding inside the black granite.
I said i wouldn't
damnit: no tears.
I'm stone. I'm flesh.
My clouded reflection eyes me
like a bird of prey, the profile at night
slanted against morning. i turn
thie way-the stone lets me go.
I turn that way-I'm inside
the Vietnam Veterens Memorial
again, depending on the light
to make a difference.
I go down the 58,002 names,
half-expecting to find
my own in letters like smoke.
I touch the name Andrew johnson;
I see the boooby trap's which flash.
Names shimmer on a woman's blouse
but when she walks away
the names stay on the wall.
Brushstrokes flash, a red bird's
wings cutting across my stare.
the sky. a plane in the sky.
a white vet's image floats
closer to me, then his pale eyes
look through mine. I'm a widow.
He's lost his right arm
inside the stone. In the balck mirror
a woman's trying to erase names:
No, she's brushing a boy's hair.

written by: Yusef Komunyakaa

2006-03-08T16:11:00.000-08:00

Dark red lights

just like her lipstick

excited people

sparkling

silver figure

stands out in a crowd

alcohol around

young and old

gathered as one

lost in the surroundings.

2006-03-08T16:07:00.000-08:00

At night before take off

black shutters my pale skin

casually comfortable

soon enough, smells like money

under me, pink houses and green grass

will beging to look like beautiful flowers

how important, two people

falling in love the future entails

written by Ashley Frank, Vanessa Badlam and Danielle Wollman

not really sure what to use for a title? any suggestions.

2006-03-06T18:08:00.000-08:00

Thrilled
I love the hour before take off
the four stages of getting ready are all done
i am prepared to leave at any moment.

The stretch of no time, no home
the structure of life before and after
the in between, how excited i am to leave.

But the gray vinyl seats linked like
a chromosome with a interesting structure closely related
I can smell the warmth of the air I will breath in no time.

Unfolding paper dolls, soon i shall
swarm, like cillia and flagella
and make my move close to the door.

Being summoned to the gate, soon enough
the rays from the sun will exten to my pale skin
i cant wai tto board this plane for my vacation will begin.

this was a poem that we put together using a poem already written, with senteces from another school book we had in out back packs and our own lines all put together in a exercise one day in class.

2006-02-27T17:58:00.000-08:00

To you I want to say....

I dont know what we would have done,
If god took you away from us so soon.
I never thought this would happen to us
it never ran through my mind.
Something this awful could hurt someone so kind.

The whole month of January
was such a complete mess.
Going from hospital to hospital
made our lifestyle a little disoriented.
But we did this for you, we love you that much.

Once we could bring you home,
It felt like a load was off our chests.
you children were so glad to see you in person
and not have to talk to you over the phone.
we are so glad we didnt lose you
because you really are the best!

2006-02-27T17:53:00.000-08:00

Life Comes and goes
just like the seasons do.
you choose your future
your future doesnt choose you.

Reach out your arms
reach them into the sky.
reach for the stars
thats's where your future lies.

YOur holding yourself back
if you choose how to strive
your life is made up of choices
which form you along the way

2006-02-26T10:21:00.000-08:00

’hey, ain’t life wonderful? wonderful, wonderful, wonderful... isn’t it wonderfulNow? ’
I close my eyes when I get too sadI think thoughts that I know are bad
Close my eyes and I count to ten
Hope it’s over when I open themI want the things that I had before
Like a star wars poster on my bedroom doorI wish I could count to ten
Make everything be wonderful again
Hope my mom and I hope my dad
Will figure out why they get so mad
Hear them scream, I hear them fight
They say bad words that make me wanna cry
Close my eyes when I go to bedAnd I dream of angels who make me smile
I feel better when I hear them say
Everything will be wonderful someday
Promises mean everything when you’re little
And the world’s so bigI just don’t understand how
You can smile with all those tears in your eyes
Tell me everything is wonderful now
Please don’t tell me everything is wonderful now
I go to school and I run and playI tell the kids that it’s all okay
I laugh aloud so my friends won’t know
When the bell rings I just don’t wanna go home
Go to my room and I close my eyes
I make believe that I have a new life
I don’t believe you when you say
Everything will be wonderful someday
Promises mean everything when you’re little
And the world is so bigI just don’t understand how
You can smile with all those tears in your eyes
When you tell me everything is wonderful now
NoNo, I don’t wanna hear you tell me everything is wonderful now
NoNo, I don’t wanna hear you tell me everything is wonderful now
I don’t wanna hear you sayThat I will understand someday
No, no, no, noI don’t wanna hear you say
You both have grown in a different way
No, no, no, noI don’t wanna meet your friends
And I don’t wanna start over againI just want my life to be the same
Just like it used to be
Some days I hate everythingI hate everything
Everyone and everything
Please don’t tell me everything is wonderful now...I
don’t wanna hear you tell me everything is wonderful now

Everclear

This is my all time favorite song, so i thought i would put in the lyrics

2006-02-06T14:16:00.001-08:00

In class today every person wrote their own line after looking at only the line the person added before them and added it to the sheets of paper that were send around the room, and this is what one of them turned out to be. It was actually a really fun exercise, im excited to read everybody else's.

The TV's violence is antique

so is grandma and grandpa

they are a entertaining couple

but thats unacceptable in public

Im not sure

how to feel

and how to smell

the apple pie

on the stove

with the burning flame

I really liked the ice cream

I love chocolate the most

especially with strawberries

but I would say I like coconuts more

palm trees and tropical drinks

sitting on the sand next to a palm tree

gosh palm trees are my favorite tree

but most of the time my favorite is never up to me.

2006-02-02T11:16:00.000-08:00

Ashley

Smart, but not to excess, athleltic, can't get enough; tall yet not too, just the norm.

Lover of books, they provide comfort, being with my family, one boy, with his big eyes and melting smile.

Who gives tireless hours to homework, herself to things she enjoys, and attention to those who have something good to say.

Who fears that dark area under the bed, where things uncannily disappear; not succeding in life, growing old, and losing the abilities I hold dear.

Who would love to see a different part of the world.

Who lives for HERSELF!

Frank

this is a poem telling a little about myself.