My Real Name Poems

With an H.

My real name is Sarah, with an “H”.
Today my name is one more hour
Because, there is never enough time.
Tomorrow my name is unknown,
For no one knows what it holds.
My name once was deception,
Until I found, truly, who I am.

Unaware

My real name is Sarah.
Yesterday my name was naïve,
Unaware of simple things.
Today my name is blessed,
To have the things I have.
Tomorrow my name is family,
Whatever tomorrow bring they will be there.

Thoughts on Train Tracks Pic.

This makes me think of the trip that me and nika took to Chicago 2 summers ago. We took the train from PH right into town and then the fun started. We went all over and did everything. We shopped on Michigan Ave, we walked all over at Navy Pier, we even went one night to see Blue Man group which was the best show ever. On the train on the way home I order a pizza which look like 10 mins to cook and then once it was done I went to pick it up and dropped it onto the floor of the train and then had to wait another 10 mins for a new one to cook. The night before we left I went to look for my tennis shoes only to realize that they didn't fit any more. My mom was unable to go on the trip with us but she gave me her tennis shoes. Anytime i would talk to her she would ask if her shoes were having fun, so I started to take off one shoe and take a pic. with it next too the major landmarks. We have pictures of the shoes on the tour bus, in millennium park, in front of the blue man group ther. there are tons of shoe picts. The Chicago trip was an amazing time.

Thoughts on Old Tree

Beauty is the first thing that pops in my head. How something that is old and dead can still look beautiful in the right setting. I think about the old tree in my old backyard. The tree was dead and had been for a while but we never took it done. The tree makes me think about my childhood and playing in the back yard. The tree was an eye sore but became the norm and if we would have cut it down it would have changed the whole feeling of our yard. I think about the crazy old tree from our trip to South America and the horrible trip that we had to take to get to it. We had to ride horses up to see the tree and that's when I found out that I am scared of them. It makes me think about how all the ugly things can be beautiful in the right setting. It makes me think about a "thinking spot" a spot that you can go and just taken in the surrounding area. The tree reminds me of the tree used when making a family tree and how important family is to me. My family means everything to me, yes I have the days where I hate them and they drive me crazy but i love them to death and could not imagine my life with out them. The trunk is my and the size of the branches reps the stenghts of the bonds that i share with them, I am closer to my aunts and uncles then i would be to my great great grandparents.

Free Write 2 - First Memory

My first memory was with my grandma. I was at her house for one of their Wen. summer adventures. My parents always worked and because of that my brother and I would spend 2 days in daycare, 2 days with a babysitter and one day a week with my grandparents. They called it their Wend. Summer adventure days. We went all over. For the most part we were not told where we were going until we were in th car and almost there. They always had someplace fun for us to go, mueasiums, gardens, ice cream shops, the movies. My brother and I had some of the best times on thoes trips. I think that they had just as much fun planning them as we did actully going to the different places. On this particual Wends, there was nothing spectacual planned, we were just going to hang around their house, may be go down to the pool. We used to have to take naps, so I had just woken up from my nap, which i didn't really want to take in the first place but I always ended up falling asleep. I had just woken up and was sitting on the big blue lazy boy in their living room, my grandma was in the kitchen making my a "bottle". I was old enough to remeber this but young enough that I still need a sippy cup once I woke up. I can remember just sitting on the chair having my sippy cup with my grandma sitting by my side. It's weird now to look back and think about how long ago that was.

Free Write 1 - I Remember

I remember taking vacations all around the world. I don't always remember the places or everything from them but I remember people aways saying "wow, you sure are lucky for traviling so far." It's weird because before I went to school I thought it was normal for people to travel to exocit islanda because that is always what my family did. Every year we would go and visit my uncle in Puerto Rico and he would suprise us with a rip to another island. After a few years the suprise was gone and we just sorta just expecid it to happen. We went to a ton of islands all around the Carribean. Like I said I don't remember most of the trips only parts of them. I rememeber going to the island of Saba, with the world's smallest runway for airplanes. I think the only reason I remember this is because it scared the crap out of me when we landed or took off. I remember being on the island of Tortola in the BVI, we had rented a car and on the way up the montain the breaks went out and we had to pull the emer. break. Of all the islands we went to Tortola is my favorite, we have been there about 3 times but I only really remember the last time we went, about 7 years ago. The water there is so clear and warm. We have gone snorking here many times, the last time we were there I saw a sting ray and about died from screaming. In the end vacations and traveling has been something that my family and I have always done and is something that we all enjoy to do.

I remember making box houes in the living room when we were 4. I remember the firghts we used to have over the stupidest things, who poked who, or who punched who. We were brother and sister of couses we faught over stupid things. I remember always wanting to be with you and your friends because to me you guys were the coolest.

My Comment to Aleshia

To Aleshia
Really like your poem. Very detailed.
I am can relate to the last line about being the energizer bunny, I, too, am always moving.

Move Forward - Full Moon Me

Move Forward

Sarah Breen

I am a wiggle, random and unpredictable.

I am the sound of a thunderstorm, calming yet scared.

I am the song "Things that Matter",

Even though sometimes I forget what they are.

I am a circle wheel, always trying to move forward.

I am number 14 of 175, and it's okay with me.

I am a half moon, nowhere close to

Knowing all that I need to know to be full.

I want to be a hybrid car; to have a cleaner

And healthier life for my future.

I am a wall that you can always lean on.

I am homemade southern comfort food,

Looking to soothe the hearts of loved ones.

I am the southwest desert tumbleweed,

Rolling with the changing winds.

I am a baby redwood sequoia,

Waiting, wanting to grow strong and tall.

Word Generator

NOUNS

approbation, noun;
1. The act of approving; formal or official approval.
2. Praise; commendation.

taw , noun;
1. A large marble used for shooting in the game of marbles.

languor, noun;
1.Mental or physical weariness or fatigue.
2.Listless indolence, especially the indolence of one who is satiated by a life of luxury or pleasure.
3.A heaviness or oppressive stillness of the air.

indigence, noun;
1.A state of extreme poverty or destitution.

tattoo noun;
1.A rapid, rhythmic drumming or rapping.
2.A beat of a drum, or sound of a trumpet or bugle, giving notice to soldiers to go to their quarters at night.
3.A display of military exercises given as evening entertainment.



ADJECTIVES


alfresco adjective:
1.Taking place or located in the open air; outdoor

sui generis adjective;
1.Being the only example of its kind; constituting a class of its own; unique.

quixotic\kwik-SOT-ik\ , adjective;
1.Caught up in the romance of noble deeds and the pursuit of unreachable goals; foolishly impractical especially in the pursuit of ideals.
2.Capricious; impulsive; unpredictable.

grandiloquent adjective;
1.Lofty in style; pompous; bombastic.

refractory , adjective;
1.Stubbornly disobedient; unmanageable.
2.Resisting ordinary treatment or cure.
3.Difficult to melt or work; capable of enduring high temperature.

Verb

hector .transitive verb:
1.To intimidate or harass in a blustering way; to bully.

mulct, verb:
1.To punish for an offense or misdemeanor by imposing a fine or demanding a forfeiture.
2.To obtain by fraud or deception.
3.To defraud; to swindle.

debouch, intransitive verb;
1.To march out (as from a wood, defile, or other narrow or confined spot) into the open.
2.To emerge; to issue.

vivify transitive verb;
1.To endue with life; to make alive; to animate.
2.To make more lively or intense.

cavort intransitive verb;
1.To bound or prance about.
2.To have lively or boisterous fun; to behave in a high-spirited, festive manner.

New Favorite Poem

My Life after Henri Michaux
Joe Wenderoth
Somehow it got into my room.
I found it, and it was, naturally, trapped.
It was nothing more than a frightened animal.Since than I raised it up.
I kept it for myself, kept it in my room,
kept it for its own good.
I named the animal, My Life.
I found food for it and fed it with my bare hands.
I let it into my bed, let it breathe in my sleep.
And the animal, in my love, my constant care,
grew up to be strong, and capable of many clever tricks.
One day, quite recently,I was running my hand over the animal's side
and I came to understand
that it could very easily kill me.
I realized, further, that it would kill me.
This is why it exists, why I raised it.
Since then I have not known what to do.
I stopped feeding it,only to find that its growth has nothing to do with food.
I stopped cleaning it
and found that it cleans itself.
I stopped singing it to sleep
and found that it falls asleep faster without my song.
I don't know what to do.
I no longer make My Life do tricks.
I leave the animal alone
and, for now, it leaves me alone, too.
I have nothing to say, nothing to do.
Between My Life and me,
a silence is coming.
Together, we will not get through this.

from It Is If I Speak, 2000Wesleyan University Press, Middletown, CT
Copyright 2000 by Joe Wenderoth.All rights reserved.Reproduced with permission

The reason I like this poem so much is that it shows how sometimes we loose control of our own lives and there is nothing we can do. It talks about a kid and how he controls everything in his "life" and he thinks every thing is happy until he stops and realizes that "life" goes on with out him, that the things he were doing were really pointless. The authors realizes that in order for him to enjoy his life he will have to change.

Life Right Now....

Life right now is going pretty good for me. I am busy doing scholarships for college. I can't believe that in less then 6 months I will be off to college. I have mixed feelings about leaving, on one hand I can't wait to get out of here and be somewhat on my own but on the other hand I am worried that I won't be able to handle all the freedom. All that matters in the end is that I am moving forward in my life and not going to let anything stop me.

I am really excited because on Thursday I am leaving to go up north for my family's annual ski trip. My family and 4 other ones rent a house in Petoskey every year. We rent the same house every year have been for the last 27 years. It all started because all of our parents worked at the same place and they went one year. Through out the years the number of families that go have decreased. My parents and them all had kids around the same time so all of the kids are about the same age, we all grew up together, they are more like cousins to me then my real ones are. We were younger we would go skiing all day for like 4 out of the 5 days, now it have become more of a eating trip, where we spend more time eating then skiing. We all look forward to going on the trip, it is a chance for us all to get caught up and to just relax, like a said we are all family.