Blue Apple Thing

Mr. Burge, you want our blog post to be about something in your class. I didn't want to write about something in the class, in fact my last blog post had been mulling over in my head for a week or so. But here I am fulfilling an obligation I wish I didn't have to. Just when I think that I want to write about myself, I have a great prompt or idea for a blog involving your class and vice versa. Well I'm deviating yet again.

At the start of the year I became really interested in reading books about writing and gaining knowledge and skill that I can help to improve my own writing. So far each of the three books I have read have been amazing. Especially the last book I read by Natalie Goldberg touched my heart in so many places that I desperately longed to buy it. The silly thing is: she is a poet.

A lot of students either hate or love poetry. I'm on the fence. I like poems that have hidden meanings that I can get easily. I'm not starting to hate poetry, as we have read more and more poetry; my opinion has stayed the same. Some poems are good, and others should be stabbed and destroyed. I think I hate the questions though. They make me feel like I'm reading the poem the wrong way or I'm not diving in deep enough. If they disappear and we just start talking about them more, I think that more people would like poetry.

Happy Birthday

The girl I knew is gone. One minute, she was here and by the stroke of the clock she was gone. No more pain, no more suffering, no more lying against the cold floor trying to get up but unable to. She was loved by many, and to some was the apple of their eye. But as I said she is gone.

Things are different now. I could go to jail if I commit a crime. I can sign forms without my parents. In the eyes of the law, I am now an adult. I am experiencing a slightly different feeling now that my clock has struck. My parents say that I am still their little girl, and that I have to listen to their rules while I still live with them. I can respect that, heck I'm doing that, but I can't wait to see this new life that waits for me.

Once someone dies, there is more room for the living. I've also heard it told that the end is just a new beginning. Did I cry? No. Did I want to? Yes and No. Did I deserve to? No. 

She was compassionate, always smiling around others and got really excited around other people. For those she cared about, she would listen and help them as best she could. She was so full of life and would play all sorts of games. Even those people who didn't treat her as nice as they should have were treated quite well. There was something about her that is nearly irreplaceble.

I think that a few of her qualities will stay with those she touched forever. Can I continue to be that girl? 

For the one who left when I became an adult.

Fine.

I have a white stripe down my back. If you run me over, not only do you torture me and you but everyone else driving down the road. I am a skunk. I'm not the prettiest animal alive but to some I am very beautiful. Sometimes I royally stink and I don't like myself. Ok. I don't really care about this right now. I've never been able to figure out what animal best describes me. I got nothing. I want to Be no le something noble and cool te bug is that really me? I think moot. I think tht I'd probably be a silly animal that is somewhat cute but most people wouldn't want In their living room.

She says that writing is an expression of how you feel in this one moment. That its all true nothing better or more tuer than everything else. I won't this to look bad. This should really suck. I'm a bed writer tonigh I can't figure out how to instigate her to punch him in the face. Al I know is she's gonna punch him he's going to be embarrassed and prob Lu be in pain. Alex is going to be shocked. I wonder wht you think of this or of my special surprise on Wednesday it should be exciting. I was thinking of a thicker one but Robbie has a thicker one that I think involves gauging and I'm not into tht. Maybe being small and dainty will be a good idea. It can balance out everything else on my body. Taylor swift writes songs about boys. I don't want to be like her. She repeats and repeats. Always songs about love. I like her earlier dogs idk why. I just do

Why do we have to figure out why we like things. As sometime says its not the why Hemingway it's the what. That makes sense. I worote te wrong quote but I like the way it's phrased. Find my voice I wonder how singers do that. I wonder what it's bloke to be a singer. Is it different? The Hillary Duff movie made it look different.

Death. I like death not killing but the emotions it produces. Can you imagine. Idle why I wrote that I think I meant to say that I don't even remember. Oh we'll that's the not purpose of this.

Marriage is a scarce ante I. I wonder if ill ever get married. Either my sister and I wor I mean either she will or I will in the next ten years. I don't see both UFO us havering a family at te same time in the near future for some forwarding.

This is harder than I though I just want to retarder everything wrong and correct whys spelled wrong and it's really hard to keep my hand moving. If this will help me find my voice. Raise your Boise. Hillary duff again. I like her songs. She was like a part o my childhooood

Tha quality f shows nowadays.. I wonder what ng thinks about typing. She talked about it but never as a idle forth j come from the grave to save the ones I love. I a lot of my characters sacrifice
Themselves for the ones they love. Idk if I would or could. That's be crazy selfish though I'd I didn't.

Why do we have to label things? That's easy because we like to classify things why do we write or more importantly why do u wrote? I didn't have a grilled cheese sandwich today I am smiling right now. I stopped.

As prescribed by Natalie Goldberg.