Revisions...

When I first wrote my poems I didn't really think about tangibility and poetic devices and style. I just wrote what I felt, or what the topic was and I went on from there. I didn't think of how I could make it better because I thought since I wrote it that way then that's the way I wanted it to be.


Through my revision process I took out all the cliche's and I edited it and added punctuation marks. Some other comments that I got was to make my ode more abstract. One of my lines didn't really make sense with its next line so I made changes to that and made it more

Stories that I've told...

1. I don't know why we have all this snow. I mean one minute the sun is out and the next thing you know it's hailing. I really hate the weather!


2. So I called my mom to see how she was doing and all she could say to me was that I don't love her because I waited three days to call her. "Mom, I'm busy all the time," I responded, but of course she wasn't having it and continued to complain.


3. So I got a call from my best friend and her boyfriend was trying to hook me up with one of his friends. I think you should meet him first and then tell me how he acts so I can decide whether or not I want to give him my number or not. Of course my best friend's boyfriend rudely interrupts and says, "NO! you have to meet him first." But I really don't like meeting people without getting some sort of knowledge about them. Ughhh I guess I'll see him when we go out thursday.


4. (This is for my Resident Assistant Job). So I'm talking to my friend  James. So did you know that our bulletin boards are due at 4pm today. I didn't even start mine and I have no idea what I want to do. I know I want to do a black history month theme since it is black history month but I think that since our next bulletin board is due mid march then that'll be kind of weird. Oh well I'll just figure something out.


5. Isn't it crazy how one day can change your entire life. Now he's in jail because he couldn't control his temper. His sister was drunk and she came home yelling and screaming saying she was raped and of course he has a anger problem so he just went crazy. Even though you were closer to him I still feel for him because he's my ex-boyfriend's best friend and now he's locked up for 15 years to life. I can't believe someone so close to religion could be in jail. I guess young christians band is no more. Life's crazy girl!

I thought this was funny...

Stories I would like to Write

1. Non-Fiction
2. Romances
3. Drama (between families, friends, lovers)
4. Realistic Fiction
5. Mystery (murders and criminal) 

Giving my respect...

I can honestly say that I loved this book in highschool. I really enjoyed reading it and I can say that this is one of my favorite books! R.I.P J.D. Salinger 1919-2010. You left us with something really memorable and I thank you for writing this book.

UNTITLED

[This is a poem I wrote last year just fooling around...enjoy]

The dry, now wet bed made a tune with my damp, clammy skin

It felt like the springs from the bed vibrated from inside the cushions

Through my body, and popped open like a bottle of champagne.

I sprung up and it hit me.

It was a disease that infected me

My choice.

Stupidity which contributed to malfunction

You, A grotesquerie

Injecting me with seeds

Watering my roots with trickery

I sprouted up a plant from your misshapen garden

Now elderly,

Retarded from the rays of your unforgiving heat.

The day I met you I danced like an idiotic baboon

Leaping, urging to be released from the cage of restriction

Labeled “self control”

It’s that very cage that has me unconstrained,

Adrenalin running

While the drips from the rain kept me in tune

With the taps from my foot

Untamed and

Unhindered.

Sprinting through a field of bent roses

Blog #2

Poem I admire alot by maya angelou. I can say that Maya angelou is a women of true artistry. I love how she puts her heart out in everything she writes. She creates a clear picture for me to read and I admire her style and her voice in everything she writes. She is truly an inspirational women.

STILL I RISE

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

http://mayaangelou.com/

Introduction

Omg! so i made this blog and I never introduced myself!...
anyways soooo.....
my name is cathiana aka cat and i am a writing concentration major with a minor in public relations....i'm very excited to be in this class and i can't wait to see what it holds!