Yap Yap! (open mic)

Dear Diary,                                           May 31st, 2011

                   It's yap yap all day long! When does it ever stop? Please tell me because I don't think I can take anymore. It's shoes this, and hair that. And ohh let's not forget the manny pettys. Cuz if we did the world would  probably come to an end. No, but seriously all I want to do is sit there and go into lala land or read a totally awesome book! No offense Mr. Nelson. I just love daydreaming and reading. But how can I possibly do that when it's yap yap all day long!?! I know more about shoes, hair and boys now more than creative writing. It's like I'm slowly being brainwashed into thinking like one of them without even realizing it. It's horrible it's like Mean Girls. That sweet girl comes from Africa, and attends a public school. And then gets brainwashed into becoming one of them! I don't want to become that girl! Somebody help me! ....sigh*... I guess help is inevitable though seeing as how I'm assigned to this seat. How I chose to sit there innocently without knowing I had walked into my own doomed fate. 

Oridinary World

This is the story about a girl named Amy. Short for Amelia. She is 17 years old. She is an orphan who attends a private school boarding school just for girls. It's so private I can't tell you it's name. Amy has the same boring routine everyday. She wakes up takes a shower. eats breakfast, brushes teeth, goes to her classes, then it's off to lunch, afterwards she goes to study hall, eats dinner, brushes teeth, and then off to bed. Over and over. Everyday she thinks about the life she could of had. If her parents had not left her at such a young age. To live this life of unhappiness. The teachers here aren't the nicest bunch either. She does not fit in with the other students. Amy is a very shy girl with no friends. She always wished of a better life. And all that is about to change one day for her when something unexpected happens.
One morning Amy wakes up to find herself in a whole other galaxy! With humans, who are not really humans. Why? Because they have amazing super human ability's/powers. They can fly, shoot lasers out of there eyes, superman strength, and every other kind of ability you have ever dreamed of having! Turns out Amy's mother and father are the leaders of these people. She is not sure whether she should be happy to see them or feel angry at what they had done to her. Even though they say it was for her own protection. Amy later finds out from her parents that she can fly, and shoot lasers out of her eyes! Her parents inform her that she is destined to save the world.
Questions.
1. Will Amy save the world?
2. Or will she hold all her grudges against never having known about her real life. And become a villain destined to destroy her people and mankind?
3. Or will she go back to her ordinary life?

Shake The Dust (Walk It Off)

This is for all the girls who feel like the ugly duckling. This is for the girl with the gum stuck in her hair. This is for the kid at school who gets bullied. This is for the bully who tries to fit in....Walk it off.
This is for all the people who wish for world peace. For all the men and women in Iraq fighting for there wish. And for the families who pray for there safe return...Walk it off.
This is for the people with cancer. Who wish for a better life. Instead of walking it off and living the life they have now. This is for anybody who feels they can walk it of.

Potential

I keep forgetting who I really am. People always ask questions like when will we own ourselves completely? How did we come to be? Was it the chicken or the egg that came first? No one ever really knows. But we all have an opinion. I believe we will own ourselves completely when we realize who we truly are and what our true potential is. But alas I always forget. And yet I do not worry. For tonight is no the last time I will see the light of my potential and who I really am. Because I will always keep moving forward.

Complaints

I'm tired. I'm tired of falling up and down the stairs in my house. I'm tired of running into doors even after I open them. I'm tired of my P.E. class. I'm tired of trying to be a grade A student. I'm tired of not being noticed by my parents. I'm tired of the ones I love standing right next to me but not acknowleding my existence. I'm tired of writing about what I'm tired about. I'm tired of complaining. I'm tired of trying to fix everyones problems when I have so much on my plate allready. I guess in the end I am just really tired and wish that I was in Neverland with Peter Pan. :)

5 Things

Blue by Effiel 65

Plot: A man is feeling depressed and all alone in his blue little world. Where everyday he is depressed. Even though he has a girlfriend or other people around him he is still blue. Everything he owns is blue. Including his car, clothes, house, girlfriend, sky, grass, ect. There is a very upbeat tune to this song but the story is depresssing. This songs plot could also be that these people are not willing to get over the past and move on. And cannot see what is right in front of them.

Character: There is a sad little blue man. Who I imagined was bald in his own little blue tuxedo.

Conflict: The little blue man is trying to fight the emotions within himself. But cannot seem to since this is the way of life where he lives.

Theme: Depressed emotions. Everything is blue.....I swear this must of been the writers favorite color or something.

Setting: Everything is blue and nobody in this blue little world is happy. It makes me depressed just thinking about it. And I think that is the main point of this setting is to show you how depressed and lonely these people are. Even though they have each other and things they want or need.


Solar Flares by Read Set

Plot: This boy has fallen deeply in love with a chick who flaunts around with boys all the time. And he is just wishing and dreaming that she would be his. And love him as much as he loves her. But that is never to be.

Character: I think this is a teenage boy or at least a man in his twenties. Who is deeply in love with a woman or a teenage girl. Because I cannot really tell the age.

Conflict: He is trying to make or get her to fall in love with him.

Theme: The boy will never get the girl. But will always long for her to love him as he loves her.

Setting: I imagined this taking place in the boys house. Where he is pacing around his room wondering what to do.

Jealousy

Shel Silverstein "Sick"
I am insanely jealous of this mans ability to write with such emotion. He can make you see, feel, and visualize what his characters in his poems go through. And his poems are not boring there captivating. I want to read more and more of his poems. I wish I could say the same for my writing. But I never look back on them with the want or desire to read them over like Shel's. He is the diggity bombness! He is my poetry hero! I hope to be able to write like this dude someday.

Dream

I have the same dream every night. About people who cry my name. And ask for my help. But I cannot speak. And when I walk towards them they get farther away. Still crying out my name for help. I desperately want to help these people. I cannot recognize any of these people. But I get the feeling inside that they are my loved ones. And in the dream I sometimes reach them, but the ground underneath me disappears. I scream as I fall into the blackness. As I am falling I can still hear the loved ones screaming for my help. I feeling as if all hope is gone. Falling through the darkness I turn around. And I see that I am about to come face to face with the ground. But before I do I wake with a jolt in my bed. I wake up at 2:00 a.m every night. I cannot fall asleep after I have dreamt this dream. But I am also to tired to leave bed. So I try to unravel the mysteries of this dream. To this day I still don't understand it.

I Walk Alone

I walk alone. I walk alone. In a place I call my own. The ground below shows the earth I once lived on. Sky is purple, black oblivion. The flashes in the night sky look like lighting. But there isn’t any thunder afterwords. I feel as if I am stuck in limbo space. With all these memories that feel so real. I feel as if I can touch them, but cannot. The memories are of my past loved ones that I once lived and walked along with. But now I walk alone with others that have nothing. They are black figures with no shape. Silently they walk past me in groups to form lines. I’m guessing those lines they get into lead to their passing on. I have nowhere to go for my afterlife. Will I be stuck in this nightmare forever? In this nightmare that I walk alone in there are tall, gray buildings that reach to the sky. With broken windows and in the windows many articles of clothing hang out. In the streets that I walk on there are no cars. There is garbage scattered everywhere I look. Anyone ever heard of a garbage can? I guess it does not really matter seeing as how these black figures just move on. I am nobody with no one but myself in this nightmare or oblivion. I walk alone. I walk alone, in a never ending nightmare.

I'm Thinking About You...

I'm thinking about you...I'm thinking about you like ketchup thinks about mustard.

Like girls think about boys.Like a fat man thinks about ice cream.

Like a nerd thinks about bein a gangsta. I'm thinking about you like mice think about cheese.

Like Leprechaun's think about gold at the end of a rainbow.Like Winnie da Pooh thinks about his honey.

Like worms think about dirt.Like wasps think about porch lights.

I'm thinking about you like scissors think about cutting paper.Like rocks think about breaking the scissors.

And like paper thinks about covering up the rock.I'm thinking about you like X thinks about O.

Like the alphabet thinks about putting "U" and "I" together.Like today thinks about tomorrow.

And tomorrow think about yesterday.I'm thinking about you every second, minute and hour of each and everyday. Are you thinking about me to? 

Dooms Day Valantine

Roses are red violets are blue

I haven't been able to deal since I lost you

Now these roses bleed red

And these violets cry blue

I think of you in memories,

Do you think of me to?</3

Direct Orders

Rock out like you have a million dollars.

Rock out like a 5 year old in a candy store.

Rock out like you just got famous.

Rock out like everyday is a holiday.

Rock out like a cat thrown in a tub of water.

Rock out like Spongbob is your best friend.

Rock out like you just won the game show , "The Price Is Right".

Rock out like you've never rocked out before.

Rock out like your at a Bon Jovi concert.

Rock out like nothing can hurt you.

Rock out like your on top of the world.

No, rock out like your the only one in the world.

Inroduction

Hello fellow bloggers. My name is Kokobeen. I am taking creative writing class, well to become creative in my writing. I want to learn how to express emotion through my work. And because I did not want to take a boring English class. Some things I like to do with my spare time is read books, doodle, listen to music, or just be lazy pretty much. I hope that this was not boring or a waste of your time. I also hope you will visit again when I have made progress in this class.
                                                          Sincerely, Kokobeen