I believe the most tragic thing that can happen to someone is not the death of a loved one or one’s self, but the loss or inability to understand. I do not mean understanding the[…]
Tag: Happiness
Porcelain Berry Vines
What do these texts suggest about an individual’s response to the constraints of convention or circumstance? (Polished Personal) Creative Response to Wilmer Mills’ poem “Diary of a Piano-Tuner’s Wife” with connections from the ideas of rebellion[…]
Nothing Gets Lost in Mexico
I spent this last week in paradise–Cancún, Mexico. Sunshine, palm trees, and the beautiful Caribbean all catering to my needs. I’m sure you can understand my disappointment of having to come back; I’m currently[…]
What Could’ve been- Frankenstein Personal
As a grade 10 entering into the AP program, I’ve been one of the many individuals given the delightful task of reading and analyzing the novel Frankenstein, by Mary Shelley. It was both a learning[…]
Reparations
Life has given us a choice. To follow the story written for us, Or build a bridge to our own, …. The city was prospering; the people were happy, and living peaceful lives. The last[…]
Evancescence
I am tired. In the spaces between my heartbeats I find moments of silence anchored by shadows to the breath of every dawn, but this is before the daytime expels sunrise’s misty serenity and thrusts[…]
When Love Grows Cold
“Into this lonely room so satin and cold Silent eyes are staring Voices calling me to be free…” – REO Speedwagon, Dead At Last Brently Mallard’s fingertips were colder than his wife’s, even though[…]
Personal Response: I Am Superman
The following is a cold personal response to the picture featured in this post as well as this prompt: what do these texts suggest to you about the human need to make a commitment or renounce[…]
Kindness Is the Key
Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice[…]
The Crease
A baby. She was small enough to fit in one of my hands, completely bald but still the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. At night, her wails were like torture to me. Siena[…]