3/31:
topic given- 'free write'
stop asking, stop asking, stop asking! people need to stop asking the fateful question- 'did you get in?' no. i didn't. that's all there is. there isn't anymore. people used to ask what my number one was, my answer was always the same. stanford or berkeley. always. and i truly believed that- that they were equal. but now that i've heard back- one good news, acceptance, one bad news, rejection- i know what i believe i truly knew all along. it has always been stanford. there was never a question. i would have accepted the second i'd received the congratulations letter- no questions asked. but that's not an option. a dream deferred, a hope left hopeless, a wish ungrated. that's all there is. there isn't anymore. how i wish it was different. what i would give for it to be different. take back my five other acceptances, i'll trade them in for just the one, to have good news. to be able to say yes to that fateful question. what i wouldn't give. after working so hard, wasting so much time, slaving away, for what? a second choice. that's all there is. there isn't anymore.
so stop asking.
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
3/14 inspiring
3/14:
topic given- 'your poem will be taught in every high school, memorized by every student, and translated into every language. write that poem.'
(written at 11:30pm the night before it was due.)
be brave.
by jaclyn iaquinta.
To pursue a dream is a feat of
the willing,
the dedicated,
the zealous.
To abandon a passion is a work of
the indifferent,
the halfhearted,
the unprepared.
To shift from the latter to the first is a triumph of
the brave,
the courageous,
the strong at heart.
topic given- 'your poem will be taught in every high school, memorized by every student, and translated into every language. write that poem.'
(written at 11:30pm the night before it was due.)
be brave.
by jaclyn iaquinta.
To pursue a dream is a feat of
the willing,
the dedicated,
the zealous.
To abandon a passion is a work of
the indifferent,
the halfhearted,
the unprepared.
To shift from the latter to the first is a triumph of
the brave,
the courageous,
the strong at heart.
3/13 lion
3/13:
topic given- 'write a poem inspired by this slideshow of animals'
huge and mighty
brave and strong
others fear it
all day long
stealth and sly
and full of pride
many creatures
run and hide
lions tigers
bears oh my
tigers falter
bears dont try
but lions rise
above the rest
dont deny
they are the best
topic given- 'write a poem inspired by this slideshow of animals'
huge and mighty
brave and strong
others fear it
all day long
stealth and sly
and full of pride
many creatures
run and hide
lions tigers
bears oh my
tigers falter
bears dont try
but lions rise
above the rest
dont deny
they are the best
3/11 war
3/11:
topic given- 'write a poem inspired by this picture of a soldier'
war.
by jaclyn iaquinta.
I try to keep my
courage
in the face of such a
war,
trying to
remember
just what I’m fighting for;
but as the bombs come falling
in all their
black
and
dread,
making scenes before me turn
darkened shades of red,
all on my mind is
family,
waiting for me back home,
it’s not enough just thinking,
or talking on the phone. I don’t
regret
enlisting, that isn’t what I mean,
despite the gruesome shootings, and all the
bloody scenes.
I’m fighting for
my country,
for freedom, and
for peace,
for brother and for sister, for mother, nephew, niece.
I’ll come home soon, I
promise,
try not to worry much.
It won’t be long before I stop
longing for your
touch.
topic given- 'write a poem inspired by this picture of a soldier'
war.
by jaclyn iaquinta.
I try to keep my
courage
in the face of such a
war,
trying to
remember
just what I’m fighting for;
but as the bombs come falling
in all their
black
and
dread,
making scenes before me turn
darkened shades of red,
all on my mind is
family,
waiting for me back home,
it’s not enough just thinking,
or talking on the phone. I don’t
regret
enlisting, that isn’t what I mean,
despite the gruesome shootings, and all the
bloody scenes.
I’m fighting for
my country,
for freedom, and
for peace,
for brother and for sister, for mother, nephew, niece.
I’ll come home soon, I
promise,
try not to worry much.
It won’t be long before I stop
longing for your
touch.
3/10 senior
3/10:
topic given- 'write a poem about anything'
senioritis.
by jaclyn iaquinta.
Senioritis plagues me,
It's killing me, I swear.
Senioritis makes me
Simply just not care.
I don't do any homework,
I never come to class,
I stay home sitting bon-bons,
While sitting on my
couch.
My grades are quickly slipping,
I can't care any less,
I struggle to wake up,
I struggle to get dressed.
It's hard to overcome it,
Can't wait 'till high school's done,
The cure for senioritis?
One word- graduation.
topic given- 'write a poem about anything'
senioritis.
by jaclyn iaquinta.
Senioritis plagues me,
It's killing me, I swear.
Senioritis makes me
Simply just not care.
I don't do any homework,
I never come to class,
I stay home sitting bon-bons,
While sitting on my
couch.
My grades are quickly slipping,
I can't care any less,
I struggle to wake up,
I struggle to get dressed.
It's hard to overcome it,
Can't wait 'till high school's done,
The cure for senioritis?
One word- graduation.
2/25 claudia
2/25:
topic given- 'imitate the short story "my lucy friend who smells like corn"'
my friend claudia who comforts like the rain.
by jaclyn iaquinta.
Claudia Christensen. Born in New Mexico. Five foot six. Eighteen-year-old girl. Comforts like the rain. Comforts as a rain shower gives the feeling of comfort, of safety, of peace. The rain falls and drenches your entirety while soothing your soul. It gives an image of nature, fully spiritual and inviting. And so does she. Comforts like a thunderstorm comforts those viewing from a distance, or like the faucet water falling from the sprinkler you ran through as a young child.
She talks as though you are her only listener, the only one she is aiming to please. It seems as though no other matters, other than your own, are of any concern. Her happiness is obvious when you choose her to help solve your problems. And what a wonderful choice it is. No dilemma is insignificant, no problem unworthy her time. Her arms can capture any amount of being without discrimination, and can hold for hours on end if allowed. Her nature is to comfort, as she has so many times for me. Many a night has been spent curled up in her bed, both pairs of eyes crying silently as problems are solved, or bettered. Her simple act of listening makes issues dissolve as sidewalk chalk dissolves in the slightest fall of rain.
She comforts like rain, and her arm around my shoulders acts as an eraser to my salty tears. They say the best time to cry is while walking in the rain, for the sky’s tears will hide your own. However, in that case, the tears remain, as does the sadness which was their creator, simply momentarily concealed. But her arms are a cure-all, the universal medication for broken hearts, bad days, or hurt feelings. She is a comforting presence to so many. She has been entrusted with more truth and experiences than many would be able to withstand; but she stands strong, ever willing to listen or advise on matters bigger than herself. When telling her of your life, you would never guess that so many others have come before you, that there is little of which she has yet to hear. Her mannerisms are such that it is hard to believe you are not the only person on her mind, or that your secrets are not the only ones that have been shared with her.
She tends to hide her own thoughts, afraid of putting too much weight on any other person’s shoulders, but will become surprisingly open to those who share their own openness with her. Despite the troubles in her own life, she persists in aiding in the solving of others’. She is constantly putting others’ needs before her own, however insignificant or unworthy those needs may seem to their holders. Any creature is welcome in her embrace. As was said before, there is no discrimination- all are equal in her eyes. How lovely it is to know that her willingness to listen is not dependent on one’s level of friendship with her.
She is passionate. She is dedicated to doing what she wishes, whether it be solving another’s problem, sharing her views on disputable matters, or spontaneously dancing in the rain. Her charisma is unmatched, and her friendship is something to be reckoned with. She certainly has opinionated points of view, but is still more open-minded than most you will ever meet. She works hard to see each side of an issue, and urges others to do the same, despite her obvious tendency to fight for the side she supports. She is sweet and gentle and comforts like the rain, making the receiver of her comfort feel as if her embrace is where they are meant to stay.
And it is all appreciated, oh how it is appreciated. I praise her, this comforter of sorrows, my personal soothing rainfall.
topic given- 'imitate the short story "my lucy friend who smells like corn"'
my friend claudia who comforts like the rain.
by jaclyn iaquinta.
Claudia Christensen. Born in New Mexico. Five foot six. Eighteen-year-old girl. Comforts like the rain. Comforts as a rain shower gives the feeling of comfort, of safety, of peace. The rain falls and drenches your entirety while soothing your soul. It gives an image of nature, fully spiritual and inviting. And so does she. Comforts like a thunderstorm comforts those viewing from a distance, or like the faucet water falling from the sprinkler you ran through as a young child.
She talks as though you are her only listener, the only one she is aiming to please. It seems as though no other matters, other than your own, are of any concern. Her happiness is obvious when you choose her to help solve your problems. And what a wonderful choice it is. No dilemma is insignificant, no problem unworthy her time. Her arms can capture any amount of being without discrimination, and can hold for hours on end if allowed. Her nature is to comfort, as she has so many times for me. Many a night has been spent curled up in her bed, both pairs of eyes crying silently as problems are solved, or bettered. Her simple act of listening makes issues dissolve as sidewalk chalk dissolves in the slightest fall of rain.
She comforts like rain, and her arm around my shoulders acts as an eraser to my salty tears. They say the best time to cry is while walking in the rain, for the sky’s tears will hide your own. However, in that case, the tears remain, as does the sadness which was their creator, simply momentarily concealed. But her arms are a cure-all, the universal medication for broken hearts, bad days, or hurt feelings. She is a comforting presence to so many. She has been entrusted with more truth and experiences than many would be able to withstand; but she stands strong, ever willing to listen or advise on matters bigger than herself. When telling her of your life, you would never guess that so many others have come before you, that there is little of which she has yet to hear. Her mannerisms are such that it is hard to believe you are not the only person on her mind, or that your secrets are not the only ones that have been shared with her.
She tends to hide her own thoughts, afraid of putting too much weight on any other person’s shoulders, but will become surprisingly open to those who share their own openness with her. Despite the troubles in her own life, she persists in aiding in the solving of others’. She is constantly putting others’ needs before her own, however insignificant or unworthy those needs may seem to their holders. Any creature is welcome in her embrace. As was said before, there is no discrimination- all are equal in her eyes. How lovely it is to know that her willingness to listen is not dependent on one’s level of friendship with her.
She is passionate. She is dedicated to doing what she wishes, whether it be solving another’s problem, sharing her views on disputable matters, or spontaneously dancing in the rain. Her charisma is unmatched, and her friendship is something to be reckoned with. She certainly has opinionated points of view, but is still more open-minded than most you will ever meet. She works hard to see each side of an issue, and urges others to do the same, despite her obvious tendency to fight for the side she supports. She is sweet and gentle and comforts like the rain, making the receiver of her comfort feel as if her embrace is where they are meant to stay.
And it is all appreciated, oh how it is appreciated. I praise her, this comforter of sorrows, my personal soothing rainfall.
2/23 baby
2/23:
topic given- 'over the weekend, finish writing four odes- two serious, two silly'
Ode to a Newborn Baby
by jaclyn iaquinta.
To you, sweet one, with face so smooth,
With hair that's fine and black,
I wish a life of wonderous joy
That mine so sorely lacked.
I give to you my greatest dreams
And take from you my fears,
For you should carry few worries
In all your coming years.
Keep courage now and save your strength
My arms will keep you safe,
Please trust in God above all else,
But in yourself, have faith.
Your smile is your precious gift,
As you are mine, my love,
My soul, my life, my everything,
Sent to me from above.
topic given- 'over the weekend, finish writing four odes- two serious, two silly'
Ode to a Newborn Baby
by jaclyn iaquinta.
To you, sweet one, with face so smooth,
With hair that's fine and black,
I wish a life of wonderous joy
That mine so sorely lacked.
I give to you my greatest dreams
And take from you my fears,
For you should carry few worries
In all your coming years.
Keep courage now and save your strength
My arms will keep you safe,
Please trust in God above all else,
But in yourself, have faith.
Your smile is your precious gift,
As you are mine, my love,
My soul, my life, my everything,
Sent to me from above.
2/22 beanbag
2/22:
topic given- 'write four odes- two serious, two silly'
(so for a little background, my creative writing class is really chill and there's a ton of cushions and beanbags that people sit on. but there's this one. the light green one. and it's by far the best. so there's a mad dash for it at the start of class. and i share it with connor and katelyn when we get it. that's all, now enjoy.)
Ode to Beanbag
by jaclyn iaquinta.
So comfy are you,
Squishing below me,
Snuggling soft,
Cuddling sweetly.
I got you today,
And boy, was I glad,
Since without you
I can only be sad.
You hold all of us,
Me, Connor, and Kate,
As beanbags go
You are one that's great.
topic given- 'write four odes- two serious, two silly'
(so for a little background, my creative writing class is really chill and there's a ton of cushions and beanbags that people sit on. but there's this one. the light green one. and it's by far the best. so there's a mad dash for it at the start of class. and i share it with connor and katelyn when we get it. that's all, now enjoy.)
Ode to Beanbag
by jaclyn iaquinta.
So comfy are you,
Squishing below me,
Snuggling soft,
Cuddling sweetly.
I got you today,
And boy, was I glad,
Since without you
I can only be sad.
You hold all of us,
Me, Connor, and Kate,
As beanbags go
You are one that's great.
2/21 journal
2/21:
topic given- 'write four odes- two serious, two silly'
ode to my missing journal.
by jaclyn iaquinta.
Journal, oh Journal, wherefore art thee?
It’s been oh so long since you I did see.
Did I leave you at home? How silly of me!
Journal, oh journal, where are you?
It’s hard to write in something other,
My heart would break to find another,
If you’re my child, I am your mother,
Journal, if not you then who?
My pen to your paper pleases me so.
Without you I can’t see which way to go.
Come back or I will be filled with woe,
Journal, do you miss me too?
topic given- 'write four odes- two serious, two silly'
ode to my missing journal.
by jaclyn iaquinta.
Journal, oh Journal, wherefore art thee?
It’s been oh so long since you I did see.
Did I leave you at home? How silly of me!
Journal, oh journal, where are you?
It’s hard to write in something other,
My heart would break to find another,
If you’re my child, I am your mother,
Journal, if not you then who?
My pen to your paper pleases me so.
Without you I can’t see which way to go.
Come back or I will be filled with woe,
Journal, do you miss me too?
2/20 trust
2/20:
topic given- 'write four odes- two serious, two silly'
Ode to Trust.
by Jaclyn Iaquinta.
To share one's soul in confidence
When soul is on the line,
While fearful of the consequence
Is something quite divine.
A quality as yet unmatched
By any of its kind
That brings about a type of peace
that all work hard to find.
To tell a secret is too bold
When trust is not so near,
And involves a sort of ignorance
That many others fear.
So trust in some but not in all
For trust is something rare,
Bare one's soul with certainty
Or have no soul to bare.
topic given- 'write four odes- two serious, two silly'
Ode to Trust.
by Jaclyn Iaquinta.
To share one's soul in confidence
When soul is on the line,
While fearful of the consequence
Is something quite divine.
A quality as yet unmatched
By any of its kind
That brings about a type of peace
that all work hard to find.
To tell a secret is too bold
When trust is not so near,
And involves a sort of ignorance
That many others fear.
So trust in some but not in all
For trust is something rare,
Bare one's soul with certainty
Or have no soul to bare.
2/11 graduation
2/11:
topic given- 'write a concrete poem'
(so just imagine it's in the shape of a graduation cap.)
graduation.
by jaclyn iaquinta.
we
are strong and
we are proud. we are uni
que and diverse. we know what we w
ant and will do whatever it takes to accomplish it.
we are smart and determined, and w
hen we leave in june we w i
ll succeed. we are f
amily. we are sen i
ors. we are the cl a
ss of two-thousan d
and eight, baby !
topic given- 'write a concrete poem'
(so just imagine it's in the shape of a graduation cap.)
graduation.
by jaclyn iaquinta.
we
are strong and
we are proud. we are uni
que and diverse. we know what we w
ant and will do whatever it takes to accomplish it.
we are smart and determined, and w
hen we leave in june we w i
ll succeed. we are f
amily. we are sen i
ors. we are the cl a
ss of two-thousan d
and eight, baby !
2/8 death
2/8:
topic given- 'write a poem about feelings you have right now in light of the recent happenings'
It comes without warning.
Least expected.
No happiness.
Nothing.
Tears are shed.
A life lost.
So young.
Gone.
More than sleeping.
Never to wake.
So solemn.
Empty.
No more memories.
No more thoughts.
No one left.
Nothing.
topic given- 'write a poem about feelings you have right now in light of the recent happenings'
It comes without warning.
Least expected.
No happiness.
Nothing.
Tears are shed.
A life lost.
So young.
Gone.
More than sleeping.
Never to wake.
So solemn.
Empty.
No more memories.
No more thoughts.
No one left.
Nothing.
2/6 numbers
time to catch up. it's time for poetry in creative writing. and you KNOW i have no life. so here's the last a lot. read however many you'd like. love always.
2/6:
topic given- 'write an unrhyming poem'
numbers.
by jaclyn iaquinta.
one. two. three. four. five. six. seven. eight. nine.
we’re all just numbers in a world of words.
all simply statistics in a land of linguistics.
ten. eleven. twelve. thirteen. fourteen. fifteen.
what we say has no meaning.
what we feel has no worth.
sixteen. seventeen. eighteen. nineteen. twenty.
when they look at us they see no faces.
when they look at us they see only figures.
twenty. nineteen. eighteen. seventeen. sixteen. fifteen.
we hope to one day matter,
to be more than a tally on a vote.
fourteen. thirteen. twelve. eleven. ten.
if only they would care enough to ask;
simple questions or comments to change it all.
nine. eight. seven. six.
no words to speak of.
no thoughts to influence minds.
five. four. three. two.
simply numbers.
just numbers.
one.
2/6:
topic given- 'write an unrhyming poem'
numbers.
by jaclyn iaquinta.
one. two. three. four. five. six. seven. eight. nine.
we’re all just numbers in a world of words.
all simply statistics in a land of linguistics.
ten. eleven. twelve. thirteen. fourteen. fifteen.
what we say has no meaning.
what we feel has no worth.
sixteen. seventeen. eighteen. nineteen. twenty.
when they look at us they see no faces.
when they look at us they see only figures.
twenty. nineteen. eighteen. seventeen. sixteen. fifteen.
we hope to one day matter,
to be more than a tally on a vote.
fourteen. thirteen. twelve. eleven. ten.
if only they would care enough to ask;
simple questions or comments to change it all.
nine. eight. seven. six.
no words to speak of.
no thoughts to influence minds.
five. four. three. two.
simply numbers.
just numbers.
one.
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