Tomorrow I wait. For a life better than mine. looking at the sky.
Shape Poem
Broken Glass Shattered, all across the floor. Bits and pieces catching the light, gleaming. Almost as if playing hide and seek with each other. I walk carelessly across the jagged floor of puzzle pieces, unable to find a match. Catching a glimpse of myself, I flinch. My dull, sunken eyes with dark blue spiralling circles, like a black hole. my face, so red from the salty tears that tasted like the bitter sea. My hands tremble, my legs shake uncontrollably, and I fall to my knees. I lower my eyes, I'm covered in bright red, metallic blood. I don't remember feeling anything, I never do. As a child my mother would abruptly call me beautiful. I'd keep my head down and smile. now? I laugh, and wallow in my despair. Awakening from the flashback, I stand up, feeling the way I do in a dream. I walk to the window, and climb up. What was once a white window sill, is now red. Holding my breath I jump into the beckoning arms of darkness. No more waiting. No more suffering. No more black and white.
ABC Poem
A Killing Quiet Bottomless Leaves Resist Cyclops Mundanes Stupid Disappeared Nothing Temptations Engraving Only To Faint Pain Unveil Goals Virtual Heroism Worlds Independence X-rays Jubilance yield Zeus
Diamante
Pattern 1: Death and entity Death Inevitable, uncertain, Enveloping, demolishing, Stabbing, Merciful, discreet, wanted, undeserved, Broken, destroying, changing, Loving, vindictive, Entity Pattern 2: Trust and reliance Trust Reserved, wounding, Withheld, deceiving, enlightening, Shadowed by inconceivable Lies, Hurting, shaming, hidden, Overpowering, murderous Reliance
Calendar Poem
January Yet another year has passed, it was nothing but bitter. This one comes around, still nothing but anguish, but you can't help hoping for it to be better. February Another love has come and gone, leaving you with the wish for death, and your not sorry. This time it's not another sob story. March The smiles given to you by others remind you of pain. Smiling back, you realize you have nothing to gain. April I'm teased and teased of my age, although my image may deceive the eye. They don't seem to see at times it bothers me, they just want to pry. May Finally the day of my birth arrives. It's meant to be great, but it's just fine. It's not all bad, I don't like it over done, I prefer when it doesn't shine. June Schools coming to a sudden end, it's almost over. You wish or it to be longer, better look for a four leaf clover. July I can't express the joy I feel, my baby brother is here, he's on the way. Everyone's frantic it's quit a mess, regardless this is a beautiful day. August We're on the road once again, on the way to the cabin with a big blue lake. It's usually bright, and sunny with boats everywhere, I swear to you, it's not fake. September Back to school, but this time it's high school. I really do hope I don't act like a fool. October My grandmother always says "this is the month for pie". To that, I sigh. November Over the summer, it's as if I've misplaced my brain. I can't remember anything, I don't feel sane. December We hope and hope for snow to fall, and for it to stay. The only reason we ask for such a thing, is for a snow day.
The Giver, by Lois Lowry
Would you want to live in a society like the one presented in the Giver? Why or why not?
I haven't yet come to a consensus about weather I would live like they do, or not. It's a difficult question to answer honestly, but I suppose it depends on the kind of person you are, and what kind of environment you'd want to grow/live in. The world they live in seems to be very Precisely organized, and thought out. For example the ceremonies that give you different privileges and such. Also the jobs that you are assigned to no matter your age. From the outside it would look like an efficient way of living, but or some it would seem to leave more room for destruction, or a failure in the system. What I can't say is that the world we live in today is any better that the one they live in. We have so many flaws in our own system, that it doesn't seem right to judge others. The way we make decisions sometimes does not in-fact lead to the best results. Including the way we deal with difficult situations, we don't seem to think them through. Or maybe we rush our decision because of the pressure. There is so much, to much to think about while answering a question such as this one. I do believe the way the people in the Giver live is interesting. It gives the illusion of safety and reassurance.Yet again it seems too good to be true. The lives we live now may not be perfectly organized, with everyone going through the same process, but they give us room to learn. Room to think for ourselves and make decisions based on what is bets for ourselves. There is also so much we can change about the world we live in now, and that's a great thing. It leaves room for each of us if we want to, to change something about it, make a difference. The imperfections are what make me prefer this world over one I would call superficial, not real. Nothing is perfect, that's the way it is. Giving yourself the illusion that it can be, well lets just say your better of accepting the fact that it's not.
Work by artists we will see in the VAG
B.C Binning
Signal Facade Night Harbour
Emily Carr
Vanquished Young pines in light
Robert Davidson
Eagle giving birth to itself Beaver
Gathie Falk
Day in and day out Heavenly bodies
Lawren Harris
City cityscapes of Lawren Harris Red house, winter