I'm in the Summer of My Life

Summer, the hot beaming sun, bathing suits, sand and beaches, BBQ’s, and late nights. A splash of fun and a sense of freedom. I imagine life as the seasons. Spring first as the burst of life. Summer, being the break to maturity and adulthood. Fall the calmness of settling down and creating a family. Winter the end of the road, waiting for the traffic light to turn red and your life to stop. I’m in the summer of my life. My strong emotions, with every tear falling I’m growing stronger. Responsibility of knowing what I need to do to be able to provide for myself in the future. No longer thinking as a child, now I’m imagining what college I’m going to.

Not a childish person. I’m not quite sure if I ever have been. I wasn’t like Lizabeth from the story “Marigolds” running ramped with the other children. I remember days as a 10-year-old watching Lifetime movies glued to the television, angry with my mother for calling my name. While my friends conversed about the latest Sponge-Bob episode, I cringed. Cartoons bore me to the point I continuously yawn and my eyes get droopy. Everyone seems to like it but me.

The awakening, my alarm clock going bombard becoming louder and more annoying in my ear. Knowing its time to wake myself up. In the back of my mind I still want to plaster my face in my pillow and allow myself a couple more minutes of sleep. I rather wake up from that then having my mother’s nagging, high-pitched voice screaming from her room across the hall. It’s not her responsibility it mines. So I rise and let the cool morning air give me chills. Not the young girl I used to be. I feel like Lizabeth I’m free of the young me.

Caring. Young children seldom care about who feelings they’ve hurt or the things they did wrong. Four walls, sitting on a bed, t-v blasting and all I do is think. Past, Future, Present.I'm able to give advice to people and having them feeling appreciative.Recently having to tell my best friend my feelings on her current "love interest". Not trying to make it sound nice for her and telling her what she wanted to hear but telling her what her heart was blocking her from seeing. Sometimes I feel like her therapist deciphering her emotions. Being a mature person I can take many lessons from my hardships and mistakes. Lizabeth did the same after she destroyed Miss Lottie's garden. The next time around I'll no how to steer my way clear, like trying to steer your car in the opposite direction of an accident.

So I conclude that I am a mature young women. In the summer of my life I have bloomed. From being a crying baby to being responsible to take care of myself and have no more childish actions or emotions. No savaged marigold garden to prove it. But a mellow toned person. It's time to sit back and think about what season of life are you in?

"If There be Sorrow"

Have you ever read a poem which title caught your attention and after it begun you remained interested? Well I’ve come upon a poem as such,” If There be Sorrow” by Mari Evans. The poem captured my attention with its alluding topic; id bet it’ll have you wondering. “If There be Sorrow” basic vocabulary was captivating although the author wrote so little. The poem had the ability to justify emotion by telling what things lead to sorrow.

The first aspect of the poem that I enjoyed was the title, “If There be Sorrow”.
The title creates an imagery of sadness just by using the word sorrow. It allows one to allude what the poem will talk about. The title draws you in, like the aroma of a home cooked meal.

Another thing that draws me into the poem is the vocabulary.
Words in the poem were basic. It didn’t have big words. Evans choice of terminology makes the poem meaningful with only little being said. She uses the words “undreamed…unrealized…unattained”. Mari uses the prefix un- to emphasize things undone. Imagine never feeling love or the joy and sudden grins of happiness.

Furthermore the emotions of the poem grasped me. “If There be Sorrow” highlights feelings that lead to sorrow. Evans uses the phrase “love withheld” to show that sorrow is the result of never being loved or never loving. As I think about that expression and others from the poem I conclude that I haven’t felt sorrow.
Mari illustrates that sadness is an ingredient the combines with a slew of sentiments to create sorrowfulness.

Ultimately the poem was well written. I’ve never read a poem with a general language and so little written but say all the right things. “If There be Sorrow” title was abstract to me. I didn’t know if the poem was going to tell a story or bore the life out of me. Mari Evans expressed in the poem if you felt sorrow what circumstances would make you feel as such. I suggest the next time you do a quick search on the Internet look up some poems by Mari Evans.

What Do I Make?

Fashion is my aspiration
I make anything I wear look good
I spend big bills on big bags
A fetish for shoes that hurt bad
I make pain look fine cause pleasure is pain
and fashion is mine
Weekly shopping sprees
Girls mad cause my style and walk is MEAN!
Conceited is what its not
And confidence is what it is
Who cares what you think or they think
What i do is my bizz
Shopping is my addiction
Urban Outfitters is the Spot
I get my parents to give me money
First stop the mall to kill the money
I would make you think my wardrobe was huge
But I get tired of stuff real real soon
I make it known to my parents that
Fashion is my dream career
I make dreams of having my own fashion line
"My Amor" is what it goes by
Self explanatory dont you think?
A little bit of this a lot of that
A splash of personality
I'll make heads turn fast
All i think is Fashion! Fashion! & more Fashion!
And "when is my next shopping spree going to be?"
Well gotta go gonna hit daddy up for some more money!