3 blogs i like

         Nurshat Pasha's Blog- Not afraid, was one of my favorites to read. I enjoyed it very much, because in the poem: Pathetic, you can really hear Nurshat's voice. All her poems are heartfelt, and show all the effort she put into it. You can really hear Nurshat's voice. Nurshat's voice and tone is easy to notice especially with her vocabulary choices. Kudos Nurshat, many people choose your blog to write about.
         I also liked Joanna's blog. Joanna did a good job using visuals- especially in "Observed surroundings"and "Media news impression". It is important to add pictures- as graphic as they may be, to get across a message.
"Observed surroundings" was my favorite post on her blog. I liked it because she used small details to build up to the big issue. I like how many of the posts build up to something important. Job well done Joanna.
      Lastly, I had a fun time reading Aymon's blog. It kept me interested, and held my attention for more than fifteen minutes (Which is amazing for me). I think Aymon did a fantastic job with the 'poem sequence', "Stopping time". It kept me reading till the last poem in the sequence, I was completely intrigued.  She defiantly captured the essence of a suicidal people, and let me peak into life from their eyes. Good job Aymon, you're writing can let people see how it is from a different pair of shoes.

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I choose this theme because "Leaving" is something most people can relate to, whether you are leaving or being left. Loneliness and feeling abandonment are feelings many people will feel at one point in their lives. If that isn't the case, and my readers can relate to other aspects of the poems, for example losing trust. But if my readers had never felt any of those feelings, I hope they try to understand how every inch of these aweful feelings feel.
From friends to family, even love, leaving is important to my personal life. I can most definatly relate to this theme. I'm never exactly sure why, but some people just disapear from our lives. Whether it's a brother, father, grandma, or grandpa, it's always helpful to remind myself that most things in our lives will not be perminant- (Coming home-poem #3).
When writing these poems, I did a little research about how many kids are missing a Dad or a Mom in their lives. And how many kids have parents in the US army. Aswell as how many kids have neither a Dad or mom and how many kids live with a step parent. These statistics are always shocking to me.  The numbers are some what flaberghasting.
In poems, I tried hard to express all the dificult emotions I felt when someone in my family left. After I slammed my room door, and flopped down on my bed, I felt more confused than sad- or any other emotion. In the following sequence of poems, the narrator will feel everything from forgiviness, to anger, to sadness. As my readers read the following, i hope they try to put their feet in my narators shoes.
-ShoHANNAH

leaving, a narative poem sequence for ELA

Leaving


Leaving for the first time


Tell me what i can do to change you're mind.
Walking out never does solve the problem

When i think of you, I think of you and I
the cookies we baked,
the smell of Cinnamon floating in the kitchen the following week
All the paper boats we sailed.
All the rocks we skipped.
All the memories which no eraser in the world can erase.

you were by my side when i cried   over my balloon floating away
now you are the one leaving, who will be there to wipe my tears?


Leaving and coming home.

Coming home.
You are back in my life.
I hope you never leave again,
I fill your pockets with trust and hope you won't loose it.

But maybe I'm just dreaming.
I know the words 'father and daughter' never exactly described how I felt for you.

I stick my tongue out at you, and you smile back at me,
i never know how i feel about you,
I never know where you are.

I'm never sure where you are,
I'm never sure what label to give you.
But I know you are not my Daddy, yet.


How could I trust you

Did you think about mom when you left
Or the life you left her with
The kind of life where you spend time alone preparing meals,
She even had to get a job.

Did you think about how scared she was.
The night you left.

I watched through the doorway as rivers streamed down Mom's face,

I crawled into Mom's lap, and she stroked my hair.

"Why did he leave Mom"
"We have to move"

You threw Mom's trust away last time,
this time you might as well have tossed mom out,
like all the tissues she tossed out when you left.


I'm leaving

My luggage is full.
Mom has kissed my forehead, and patted my back.
Her eyes well up with tears.
She doesn't think I am ready

I think about Mom and me.
Our lavender garden on the porch
our messy collages
our bitten nails
our wedding dresses

We have moved on,
I'm not leaving to find you Dad.
I am leaving to find me.

I'm moving forward
past the hallway of tilted empty picture frames, where pictures of our perfect lives used to hang

Our empty past.
which will always be a part of me
But now, I'm leaving.

DOES ANYONE READ MY BLOG!?