Briana+Stroman

= "Words written in verse may speak volumes when those spoken do not." - Caressia Combs =

-Never Knowing
It took 7 years to realize that I wasn't the oldest. Two Thousand and One. Meat, they called the house. Grandma always cooked, but today was special. I stepped into the old house and looked at this big eyed girl. Apparently, her eyes wasn't the only thing big but need I go any further ? Our hands touched, and they felt the same. We talked roughly the same, is she an old me ? I was told she was a cousin, came out to be my sister that I never knew of. The worst feeling is feeling dumb because this was someone I never knew.

-Air
Yellow Paper. Yellow Pencil. Scribble Scrabble. Ugh ! I didn't know what to think of. All I felt was a wet desk. Don't like people shaking me when I'm not looking. Its a reaction. My paper was finished. Never in a million years I thought about a pointy object with blood. How was I suppose to know thats where kids go? I can see myself now. Strapped. In one of those rooms, with no air. No air. That's how I would've ended anyway. So why couldn't I take my life away?

-Ode to Freedom Theatre
Twenty Five and Five! Five, Six, Seven Eight! Thumps in the ballroom, clap your hands. Arms straight. Use your legs!

Twenty-five, two three four– One, and down ! Arms behind your back, Up like its fire, down like there's violence. Lift all the way up!

Two, come on come on! Three, you can do it! Four, say what?! Five, two three four!

Up and clockwise, speed of the music, we don't quit! Lets go!

= A Change Of Time = What if the clock said 6:92 instead of 6:30, would you be scared? Would there be a difference? If nighttime was daytime and daytime was nighttime, at the end of the day would it be bedtime? If there was no such thing as time, would you still keep a schedule? Would there be a difference? If you went to a different planet, would time be the same? If the time was 11:78, would you know that it's 12:18? Would there be a difference?

=Detailed Study: Sylvia Plath =

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My poet, Sylvia Plath, was a great poet. But she also felt as though on the inside, she wasn’t really happy with herself. No matter of her big success or well-known poems. In her poems, she talks about how upset she is, or from another perspective. It seems as though she never really told about her happy side. Her poems doesn’t really have any rhymes, they just tell stories. Also, it seems as thought she is against the sky because in the poem “Mirror”, she calls the starts and the moon “liars”, and in the poem “Last Words”, she mentions that she states “I don’t trust the spirit.” Most of her poems in general, talks about how sad she’s been. Sometimes I wonder on what happy sides are like. In another poem called “Stillborn”, she even talks about how “poems do not live: it’s a sad diagnois.” ======