Photo writing

A brother, always being there
His mind, focused on his priorities
His heart, focused on his family
A child, leaning on his family for support
His heart, given completely to home
His mind, focused completely on love
A family 

Spooky Season

 A group of girls were having a slumber party one night and began to exchange ghost stories. One girl claimed that the old lady who had been buried earlier that week in the graveyard down the street had been buried alive. She claimed that if you tried, you could hear her still scratching at the lid of her coffin. The other girls called her bluff and told her that she wouldn’t do it. They said she was too afraid to go down there to the grave that very night. They continued to challenge her and eventually she gave into the peer pressure and accepted their challenge. Since she was going to go alone, she needed to prove to the others that she actually followed through with the task. She was supposed to take a stake with her and drive it into the ground so the next day the girls would know that she had been to the grave.

She headed off to the grave site, stake in hand, and never returned. The other girls assumed she had "chickened out" and had just gone home instead.

The next morning as they passed the graveyard they saw her there at the old lady's grave. She had accidentally staked her nightshirt to the ground and when she tried to run from the grave, she couldn’t... she died of fright right on the grave! 

The hair, inspired by a picture from a flea market

I woke up in the morning, and i was feeling under the weather. Normally i would wake right up, but i decided to lay in bed for an extra moment. The i woke up again. I freaked out because i didn’t mean to sleep any longer. I jumped out of bed as quickly as i could, and i looked in the mirror. i was horrorstruck. for some odd reason my hair had taken the form of a cumulonimbus cloud. each time i attempted to run the brush through it, the brush got caught in its massive swirl. so i decided to skip my hair, and i just got dressed. I realized i was only 10 minutes late to the party, so i tried again to fix my hair. That’s when it happened. the brush snapped, and then disintegrated. the entire room began to change. The walls all began to give away, and i could see nothing but black. there were swirls of sparkling dust waving near my face. then i could see my mother. she had passed away several years ago. “it’s time to get up” she told me in her beautiful melodious voice. “you need to leave.” she said, this time with more urgency. That was when she disappeared, taking with her the wondrous illusion that had formed around me. Then i woke up, and my hair was still a mess.

photo hunt

This photo reminds me of nature. This is a cool rock.

This is a photo of the locker slits, and it looks like weird angles. Which is pretty neat i think.

This is my best friend Kaytlin. Every single day she makes me smile, even when im feeling all sad. She always brightens my mood.

This is the chief’s head. When i first started freshman year they told us that if we were to step on it, that the football team would come and tackle you. That has never happened though. Legit everyone walks on the head, nobody really cares. but its cool when i see freshman avoid the head.

This is a picture of something square. The buttons on the vending machine mean alot to me. Because they provide me with food.

Many people don’t like Ms. Romay. She is very loud, and i respect that. But many people don’t like for people to not have the same opinion.

This is a small part under the stairway. A lot of people go and make out here. One time i went over there and i saw a chick on a guys lap, and he had his mouth on her boobs. It was actually pretty nasty.

This is Mrs. Rupke, she has taught me a lot. I had her for my world history class last year, and i really liked her.

This is some kind of lock that i found on a wall somewhere. It is pretty cool, and it looks like a circle.

This is a floor. The design on a floor used to always catch my eye as a kid.

This is the sign on the boys bathroom. This is something that looks like a face, but really isn’t.

This is a person’s body. I chose that to be my something beautiful. I think it is beautiful how we, as humans can move freely.

This is the school police office. This makes me feel rather nostalgic, because everyone gets searched for drugs quite frequently. All it takes is one person telling you that you smell like weed, and then the go through your bag, and pockets.

The seven emotions, Harris Burdick inspired

"the seventh one ended up in France"


This first poem was inspired by a Harris Burdick piece.
     

               
There are many different things you can feel,
Some say there are millions of different emotions you can feel,
but an emotion is like a color,
you can take a certain amount of original colors to make a new one,
There are primary emotions,

1) Anger is an emotion characterized by antagonism toward someone or,
Something you feel has deliberately done you wrong.
Anger can be a good thing.
It can give you a way to express negative feelings,
or motivate you to find solutions to problems.
2) Fear is an emotion induced by a threat perceived by living entities,
Which causes a change in brain and organ function and ultimately a change in behavior,
Such as running away,
Hiding,
Or freezing from traumatic events.
3)Disgust is an emotional response of revulsion to something considered offensive
Or unpleasant.
Because disgust is an emotion with physical responses to undesirable or dirty situations, studies have Proven there are cardiovascular
And respiratory changes while experiencing the emotion of disgust.
4) Contempt, 
Findings on contempt are less clear,
Though there is at least some preliminary evidence that this emotion
And its expression are universally recognized
5)Joy, is much less attainable,
Yet the most rewarding.
Many people never find joy,
Always living in a world of sadness.
6) Surprise is,
To cause to feel wonder,
Astonishment,
Or amazement, as at something unanticipated
7)Sadness,
Affected with or marked by unhappiness,
As that caused by affliction.
The seventh emotion,
The most hated by everyone,
Yet the most necessary.

Art walk

So, this is not the exact painting that I was given, and it is also sideways, but this looks very similar to the one I was presented. This reminds me of the time that my family and i went to the beach with my neighbors. We lived in Virginia beach at the time, and we all decided to take a trip to the beach. So we loaded up the families, and drove to the beach. The only reason that this memory stands out very much to me, is that my neighbors kid, he was like, 3 at the time got stung by a jellyfish. My neighbor ended up having to pee on him, which was really gross, but kinda cool in a way.

Lady Pink Profile

Lady Pink is a graffiti and mural artist based in New York City.

Nicknamed the "first lady of graffiti" because she was one of the first women active in the early 1980s subway graffiti subculture