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Thursday, May 08, 2008

  • || 08 - 05 - 08 ||

    I won first place in the Young Georgia Authors' Writing Competition. I'm pretty psyched about it. [I didn't go to award ceremony, though. I had an AP Test. But I got the award -- two certificates and a dictionary. But seriously...a dictionary? O_o What kind of award is that? ...Oh, well. I won, and I guess that's all that matters, really.] I do appreciate the dictionary... It helped me with my project in World History today. Haha.

    Anyway... In all honesty, I didn't think I was going to win anything at all. Of everything, first place? But I'm glad I did. ...But I totally say the judges were biased. Hehe.

    Here's my winning poem. It's called "With Your Cold."

    Winter...forgive me,
    But I do not understand..
    I look about myself

    And see all other beings
    Hating your existence.
    Why do they dislike you, Winter?
    Do you know?
    If they have a reason, please
    Tell me...
    I want to know...

    Autumn...? No.
    There is no need for
    You to ask
    My forgiveness...
    There is nothing
    To be forgiven.
    I'll answer you, dear Autumn.
    You ask why they dislike
    My presence?
    It could be the winds
    I bring each year...
    Or the dealthy chilling silence.
    Completely, though,
    They abhor the coldness.
    And they blame me
    For it all...
    "I hate winter," they say.
    They all say it.

    They say this?
    Oh, Winter...
    How could they say
    Such things of hatred
    To you? What have you
    Done to them?
    From what I've heard
    You've done nothing...
    Don't fret, lonely season.
    Let me be your friend.
    If no one else, let it be
    Me who does not
    Abhor the winds you
    Bring. Or the soul-chilling
    Silence...
    Give your coldness all
    To me, Winter...
    And I will never hate.

    Do not worry for me, Autumn...
    This hatred they give
    Is never meant for
    You...
    Or I would not like
    It to be.
    I will let you hold
    My friendship, dear Autumn.
    But now,
    I have one question
    For you.

    One question?
    Ask me, my cold
    Friend. And I will
    Answer you.

    I'd just like to know...
    What makes you
    Care for me?
    Forgive me for
    Not understanding,
    But it is hard to
    When your life has been
    Lived without ever
    Having to...

    I cannot give you
    An answer of "why",
    My friend...
    But I can tell you that
    You captivate me.
    I want your coldness
    To myself...
    All to myself for
    Eternity.
    Let me join you, Winter...
    Let your cold
    Take me...and envelop
    My soul as well.

    But, Autumn...
    Are you sure this
    Is the path you want?
    To follow me
    And forever be one
    With the cold?

    Only you will
    Forever be one with
    Cold, my friend.
    But I never want to
    See you alone.
    I will join you, my love.
    I will join your cold.
    Let me be who
    Brings the beginning.
    Let them all blame
    Me for this.
    You will be the cold.
    But let me chase
    Away the warmth,
    And be one,
    Not with the cold...
    But with you.

    I would never want
    The hatred upon
    You, my darling...

    It will not bother me,
    Winter...
    The hate will never leave
    From you.
    But I want to take
    Some of it away.
    Will you let me, my brother?

    I will let you, my sister.
    Come with me.
    Come and be one with
    Me. I will intwine my
    Cold with your passion.
    And let us forever
    Be one.
    You are my light,
    Dear Autumn.
    And I will be your cold.


    In case no one got it, it's a conversation between the seasons Autumn and Winter (who are lovers in my mind). So, yeah. ...What do you guys think?

    ~ i r i s - s a m a

Monday, April 21, 2008

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    Beautiful
    By Ryan Farish
    Chasing the Sun
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    || 21 - 4 - 08 ||
    24 more days of school before I'm done with the death chamber of Junior year! I'm counting down the days. It's very pleasurable too. I made a good grade on Faulkner's Nobel Prize Acceptance Speech! 99. Eck...I hate numbers that end in 9 when it comes to grades, though. But it's still good.

    This weekend was...well...this past weekend...was a good weekend. We finally got to swim for the first time in...I don't know how long. Months. It was freezing when we first jumped in, but it was easy to get used to.

    I also found out my true animal totem. People always tell me they see me being a wolf or some sort of dog... And though a wolf is quite an amazing totem to have, I've never felt that a wolf is what I truly am. I know now, though, that the owl is the animal that lies within my spirit. I've never felt so at peace with any other animal. It feels right. You know that feeling you get when you just...know something is right. Anyway...I'm going to post the information on the owl totem now.



    The Owl

    There are approximately 135 species of Owl, seventeen which are found in North America.   Their secretive habits, quiet flight and various calls from whistles, screeches and hoots,  have made them objects of superstition and even fear in some parts of the world. Some native tribes see the owl as a symbol of death while other tribes believe they embody the mysteries of shamanism and sorcery.   Individuals with this totem are private complex people and don't like others to know what they are really thinking. This can sometimes lead to misunderstandings especially in the area of personal relationships.

    Owls have many abilities which set them apart from all other birds. Their wings which are extremely soft and thick, allow them to fly silently as they can swoop down on unsuspecting prey.  They are able to slip in and out of places unnoticed and can  teach us how to do the same.

    Their eyes are large and forward facing giving them a wise appearance.  They have a greater range of motion in their necks than any other animal with a spinal column. Owls turn their heads rather than their eyes, which are stationary.  Their night vision is so powerful that they can see prey when the light is the equivalent of a candle burning 2500 feet away!

    Their powers of vision are matched by their almost otherworldly hearing abilities.  In studies done with owls that were placed in totally light free rooms, the owls were able to locate a mouse by sound alone. Those with this medicine are usually gifted with clairvoyant and clairaudient abilities.  Souls who are born with this totem have chosen a path which suggests a need to refine and perfect these gifts for the aid of others. They make excellent therapists, psychologists and counselors.

    Active at dawn and dusk owls are sometimes referred to as the night eagle, a messenger from the darkness and a guide through all the mysteries that it contains. It teaches us how to embrace our personal darkness without fear.  Owls are sometimes thought to come to those that are about to die.  This does not mean a physical death as much as it means the letting go of some part of yourself that is not serving you.  Owls with their spectral senses help guide us through the dark tunnels of fear, change and uncertainty to the brilliant  light shining at the other end.  If the owl appears in your life thank it for its willingness to guide you through its shadowy realm to the other side of promise and joy.


    It sure is nice to be an owl...

    ~ i r i s - s a m a

Friday, April 18, 2008




  • || 18 - 04 - 08 ||
    We have to memorize this part of Faulkner's Nobel Prize Acceptance Speech for AP English... I've memorized it about 95%, but I'm gonna type it and see if I can do it all without looking.

    I decline to accept the end of man. It is easy enough to say that man is immortal simply because he will endure: that when the last ding-dong of doom has clanged and faded from the last worthless rock hanging tideless in the last red and dying evening, that even then there will still be one more sound: that of his puny, inexhaustible voice, still talking. I refuse to accept it. I believe that man will not merely endure: he will prevail. He is immortal not because he alone among creatures has an inexhaustible voice, but he because he has a soul, a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and endurance. The poet's, the writer's duty is to write about these things. It is his privilege to help man endure by lifting his heart, be reminding him of the courage and honour and hope and pride and compassion and pity and sacrifice which have been the glory of his past. The poet's voice need not merely be the record of man, it can be one of the props, the pillars to help him endure and prevail.

    Man, I had to look back at the paper a few times. But I'll be fine by third block. ^_^

    ~ i r i s - s a m a

Thursday, April 17, 2008

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    The Best of Kool & the Gang 1979-1987
    By Kool & the Gang
    Fresh
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    || 17 - 04 - 08 ||
    Only 26 more days of school left. Kinda hard to believe. I'm ready to be finished with this year in Hell anyway, though. Next year's going to be my LAST year of school. That's a bit harder to believe than the 26 days thing. It feels like I was a Freshman a week ago. Gotta lose some weight for my Senior year... Fatty fat fat fat. Fat.

    ~ i r i s - s a m a

Sunday, April 13, 2008

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