Whats in my Pocket

Gappy from JoJos bizarre adventure part 8

flip phone

250 yen

smart phone

clipping from a newspaper

soap bubbles

wallet

multi tool

piece of paper with a number and the name “Yasuho”

movie star

Hair comb

hair gel

keys to a 1970 Camaro SS

10 missed calls from Tim Burton

pocket edition of “101 ways to be someone else”

half a pack of Marlboros

2 guitar picks

eye liner and a bandana

Own Character

Half empty pack of gravol

cigarette case with 2 joints

house and post keys

travel pack of kleenex

Bus Pass

utility knife

Balled up receipt for camels

1 pack of camels and 6 Next Blues

A picture of a man with a note folded and attached to the back that says sorry

quarter bottle of anxiety medication with 1 refill left

1 coupon for a free coffee

I Don’t Know Why I Remember...

I don’t know why I remember, but as a kid, I always managed to have these terrifyingly real nightmares that would keep me up until daybreak. The subject of this nightmare was always the same, each night, without fail, I would be thrown into this crazy scenario, how I was able to come up with, I don’t know. It always started off with me in a long hallway, doors surrounding me and eery paintings lining the walls. At that point, I would always think I could handle what was to come next, but unfortunately, that hasn’t happened yet. As I walked down the halls, I’d keep my gaze low, avoiding eye contact with any of the paintings out of fear one may jump out at me as they sometimes did. As I made my way down the hall, i was always felt something breathing down my back that made my hair stand up, as if I was being stalked in my own dream. Generally, out of fear, I’d run to the nearest door and open it to get away from whatever was lurking in the shadows, but what I never seemed to learn was that there was always something worse in each door. While each door had a new, gruesome creature standing in the dark waiting for me, there was one I could never get away from. My stalker that crept around behind me would finally reveal itself after I had thrown myself into a plethora of scenarios, facing something new behind each door. This beast scared me the most, it stood seven feet tall and its skin was practically melting off its lanky limbs, leaving tufts of hair sporadically along its body. The creature's eyes were black and dead, staring at me, waiting for me in the shadows. The dream would only end after I encountered that monster, waking me up in a panic and unable to go back to sleep. I occasionally relive these dreams, but rather than a new creature behind every door, it becomes my fears, and the more they scare me, the worse it gets. It isn’t as traumatic for me now as it was when I was a kid, but it certainly rattles me each time. A lesson I’ve since learnt from this dream is quite simple, to always be aware of your surroundings, as you never know what may be waiting for you.

Killing Love (Final Draft)

Another girl every night

You see her there under the street light

Oh don’t she look so pretty

Why don’t you take her home

Oh she looks so pretty

Your midnight delight

But here comes your Jessica out of the bar

Now the street lights are getting so dull

You know your house just ain’t that far

Now here comes your woman

You’ve got two girls wrapped around your

These late night hookups are killing the love

Late night hookups breaking it down

Late night hookups killing the fun

And if you know you can’t give it

Give it up

He’s eyeing you from across the bar

You don’t know if you want it or not

The flashing lights and the heavy glow

The cheap drinks make you think you know

But you don’t 

Now the drinks are piling up

and the walk of shame is coming up

These late night hookups are killing the love

Late night hookups breaking it down

Late night hookups killing the fun

And if you know you can’t give it

Give it up

Give it up

Give it up

Give it up

Killing love

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Dadaist found word poem

All night free!

Wayne exit ride share

The proud hid-a-bag

Main full, 25 regular

This campus size you

Cigarettes all stars

Voir a l’endos

J’en Canada gif

When future king take back

Create womans new Spigen

Those addictive and sante

Will and Kate avais assez

Made smoke in 1 meter

Photo harmful

It shows, in memory

Alternate 68146702008

Sponsor studio practice

Independent group

Daily Poems

“The End”

Crunching leaves in fall

Another season has past

My summer left me

“The End pt. 2″

Through The Thickets

a forest

Picking Purple Poppies

i stole them

Green Grass Grows

my backyard

Sweet Summer Sun

please return

Day 2

Linton Kwesi Johnson – Five Nights of Bleeding

A Tribe Called Red – Alie Nation

Baroness Elsa von Freytag-Loringhoven -  Subjoy Ride

1.       What are some of the qualities you noticed about the poems you read/watched/listened too?

The qualities I noticed about the poems I read is that they all talk about war and the government. They also use patterns similar to rap (The songs and poetry being pioneers to rap) to get points across and helps to grab the readers/listeners attention by having a catchy rhythm to follow.

2.       Which forms did you prefer?

I preferred the songs over anything since I really appreciate music. I feel that music helps build emotion and strengthens the message that the song writer is trying to get across. It also shows culture through what genre is being used, such as Linton Kwesi Johnson using a Dub/Reggae sound and a patois dialect that are popular in Jamaica and the rest of the Caribbean. In doing this it helps the listener understand the message being said by being able to connect to the culture it is coming from.

3.       Where is the narrative in these poems?

The narrative is found throughout the words. You have to finish the poem to understand the narrative otherwise you won’t get the entire message and will be lost on where the narrative is going.

4.       What is the narrative?

For “Five Nights of Bleeding” Kwesi talks about a rebel war happening somewhere in the world which is causing bloodshed and strife. People are living there lives until rebels start fighting in the town, breaking glass and drawing blood.

 For “Alie Nation” ATCR talks about people who live with the land, believe in the spiritual and natural world, the “Haluci Nation” which is confronted by an idealistic nation the “Alie Nation” which is a nation that wants everyone to act as they do. Stripping the Haluci nation from their spiritual and natural beliefs and numbing them with their religion. The Alie nation mines the earth and soul of the people to benefit itself by seeing everything as consumable.

 For Freytags “Subjoy Ride” She uses food as metaphors. In the 1920s consumerism was just becoming a big part of western culture. Department stores were being made and the introduction of credit was made to the people. I feel her usage of food in the poem was her reflecting on the growing consumerist culture. Big businesses making and making things that people don’t need yet they spend their money anyway letting the corporations grow.  

Working Class

A young boy sits on his porch step. The house worn from years of neglect, the paint stripping from the trim. He pulls out a cigarette “What a day” He reminisces. A hard days work at the factory, his jeans receiving new tears from the machines and wear. Its a hard job, but it helps his family put bread on the table so he pushes through, enduring the strained labour. “Maybe in a couple years I can go back to school and really help out...” He says while rolling his cigarette between his fingers. He finishes his smoke and heads inside.

Hike 2

The two boys made their way up the hill into the forest. They hadn’t been that way before so they thought it would make for a great adventure. The tress were spaced out, covered in thick brown vines that wrapped around the trees and up into the canopy. Along the path the vines had dropped down creating a doorway, just high enough that you have to step over it. Spencer went first. “Please don’t kill me.” he pleaded as he crossed through. As he passed between the vines they collapsed around him as he lets out a yelp. Ethan is behind him chuckling and asks “What was that about?” still laughing to himself. “I had a bad dream last night about a forest with living trees, they tried to kill me.” He replied smiling.

Emptying Pockets

Josuke

-Picture of Yasuho

-Cell Phone with GPS

-Coupon for fried chicken

Johnny Depp

-Tim Burtons phone number

- Script prompts for Tim Burtons latest movie

-Sun glasses

Chris

-notebook

-matches

-guitar picks

Hike

When I was younger, My friend Spencer and I used to explore all the creeks and forests in our old neighbourhood. Spencer has always been shorter than me just barely passing my shoulder, very skinny with shoulder length black hair that tapers in at the neck and flares back out down his shoulders. He was never much of an outside person but would always come along. We’d leave for the day, head over to the ravine near his house get to the bottom and head along the stream that ran through the middle. Some days we’d just walk through the middle of the stream but others times we would make trails through the brush on the side, up the waterfalls that were far from natural, most likely put there by construction workers when development started at that end.

There was a bridge for the road up above that the waterfalls went under. To keep traveling past the bridge there was a point you had to jump across. Usually there was a rock you could jump onto in between the small island in the middle of the creek but that day the water was higher and submerging the rock. That meant making a jump that needed a running start. I went first and made it, the moment i was on the other side Spencer took his turn. I was turned away when he jumped and I heard a splash, Spencer had fallen in, soaked up one side of his body. We weren’t too far from his house so i asked if he wanted to head home and change, he said he was fine and we kept going.

Once we were on the other side of the stream we continued on. As we were heading up the stream, alongside the road which was about 8 feet above us as the ravine started to dip back down from the road again, we found a dead rabbit caught on some rocks in the middle of the the creek. We tried throwing rocks at it to get it loose since we wanted to watch it flow with the current. We threw one that was too big and just heard a small crunch with a splash. We let out a collective oops and continued on our journey.

We found a hill on our way that lead up into a forest. We had never been up that way before s we decided to head up. The trees were very spaced out, covered in vines that were thick and brown, wrapping around the trees and climbing into the branches. Along the path we were on there were vines that had dropped down into a sort of doorway that we had to step through. Spencer went first and as he did muttered “Please don’t kill me” as the vines collapsed around him and he let out a scream. It was one of the funniest things. I asked him why he asked the trees not to kill him and he said it was a dream he had the other night. The trees were alive and trying to kill him.

Walking through the forest a little more brought us to the fences of a subdivision so we figured that’s where we would call it a day. We found our way back to the road from the forest and walked back to his house, grabbed some water and played video games. I eventually had to go home since it was a school night and had to be home in time for dinner.  Looking back on that makes me want to go again.

I Know Why I Remember This

I remember staying at a friends house around the time I was either ten or eleven. We would’ve been in grade 5 at the time.

It was around the end of Halloween as old pumpkins lined the curbs waiting to be picked up on the net garbage day.

This friends name was Jarrett, he didn’t have a lot of supervision so whenever I went to sleep over at his house (which happened at least once a week) we would sneak out late at night and wander around the neighbourhood. This particular time we were with his older brother and one of his brothers friends. They were both at least 3 years older than us so being the eleven year olds we were, thought they were the coolest guys and did whatever they wanted to. So this lead to us playing ding dong ditch or nicky nicky nine doors or whatever its called.

We ended up taking some of the old pumpkins and leaving them as presents on peoples door steps. I think Jarrett smashed one of them... hehe... smashing pumpkins. Anyways i’m surprised we didn’t get caught cause we definitely were not being quiet.

really well done. certain lines could flow better “anatomy of your elusive mind of brains, beauty, bone and ivory” just needs the OF replaced with a  comma. punctuation is needed

Poetry Assignment

She really does not like wheat. Point comes across well. Could be arranged with more of a rhythm

Found Poetry

Cassie Haskett

INGREDIENTS? 

 TRISODIUM PHOSPHATE, MONOCLYCERIDES, TOCOPHEROLS,

WHEAT,

MALIC ACID, GLYCERINE, PECTIN,

WHEAT,

Raisin Paste, INULIN, TOCOPHERALS,

WHEAT,

OUAR GUM, DEXTROSE, Ammonium Bicarbonate,

Contains Wheat,

INULIN, BETA-CAROTENE, BHT,

WHEAT,

MALTODEXTRIN, DEXTROSE, CITRIC ACID,

(WHEAT FLOUR),

SILICON DIOXIDE, Monosodium, GLUTAMATE,

ENRICHED WHEAT FLOUR,

ANNATTO EXTRACT, PENTOSANASE, PROTEASE,

WHEAT,

AMYLASE, CALCIUM CHLORIDE, OCICOFRUCTOSE,

Wheat Gluten,

CARRAGEENAN, THIAMINE MONONITRATE,

MAY CONTAIN WHEAT,

RIBOFLAVIN, NIACINAMIDE, FERRIC ORTHOPHOSPHATE,

WHOLE GRAIN WHEAT FLOUR,

INULIN, MAITODEXTRIN, PECTIN,

YES, WHEAT,

MALIC ACID, DISODIUM GUANYLATE, DISODIUM INSOINATE,

STILL WHEAT,

CALCIUM CHLORIDE, SILICON DIOXIDE, EDTA,

DURUM WHEAT SEMOLINA,

DIPOTASSIUM PHOSPHATE, FERROUS SULFATE, DEXTRIN

THE RICHEST OF ENRICHED WHEAT FLOUR,

ANNATTO EXTRACT, SORBIC ACID, MONONITRATE, GUANYLATE, CITRIC ACID, AMYLASE, SILICON DIOXIDE, RIBOFLAVIN,

WHEAT.

Sea to sea to sea

gentle movements

quiet sittings

please be advised, in the darkness

make it to new land

your ultimate wellness in the highlands

in memory of what is going on

Jesus told me to

Race across America

Gyro i’m sorry

hope your day is on point <3

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