Dear Michael

This is my second attempt at writing a poem like Sylvia Plath. If you don't know who she is? Or you didn't read my last post entitled "Decision" OR! if you didn't google who she was until today. I'll tell you. But if you did.. you can just skip the next paragraph and read me second poem.
Sylvia Plath = DARKEST POET EVER FOR A GIRL. She was a bit suicidal and had a very unique taste in word choice and the way the liked portraying things. She like dark things, and death. One of my favorite poems by her is entitled "Lady Lazarus" One of my favorite lines is. "Dying, is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well". Kind of weird. But I like weird. So that's what the first poem "Decision" was about. We kinda had to portray this suicidal side of her.


This next poem is based off of another one of her poems entitled "Daddy" . We have to tell a story just as she did against he father. Also include imagery and other... little subtle things. So here it is.

Dear Michael

 Six years Michael. Six years have I spent
Day after day, wasting my time with you.
Your gifts always came routinely.
Always in the same purple or green hue.
Your consistency was your weakest strength.

Dear Michael, the bruises fell off eventually.

Six years, you were the biggest step
I have ever taken backwards.
You were the only mistake
I never took the time the fix.

I will never stop looking behind my shoulder,
Shoes laced ready to run.

Dear Michael, What color are my eyes?

Your words were sweet and thoughtful.
I felt wrapped inside of a verbal cocoon
Filled with thorns that were
Always pricking and festering
In all the right places.

Dear Michael, Thank you for every scar.

Six years Michael, Six years is enough time
To mull things over, run them down until
They have no strength or will to stand
And defend  themselves.

I died long before the second year.
It took you five to figure it out.

Dear Michael, This is the end.

Decision

Here is my first attempt at writing a poem like Sylvia Plath would. It's an assignment for Mr. Rutter's Creative Writing Class.

Decision

I had made my decision.
It was sharp as the
Blade beneath my bed.

The feeling I get as I
Tip toe through thin, tasteless
Moments others called life was excruciating.

Respectively I went forward.
Ever hoping for a day
They could call “her accident”

The streets that I had carved along
My arms and legs, ducked and waved
As the scarves Isadora once wore.

Never more will they pass.
Never more will they seal.
Forever in the open.

Yet ANOTHER! Because i have time - PART 4

“The Rescuers” did the lovely job of basically wrapping you up in to a human tortilla covering your face from your nose down. How do they expect you to breathe through 4 blankets? I had laid you in your bed and unraveled the blankets around you. You were in a cold sweat. Cold enough to start sweating, or too cold to feel how warm you had actually gotten.
    I went outside because the internal churning inside my stomach was too much to handle. I had pushed it off to the side. I realized that not only was my worry causing me to be physically ill, I also hadn’t eaten that day. As I walked back inside you were lying still in your bed, wide awake waiting for me. Why couldn’t you have fallen asleep? What was going on in your mind that wouldn’t let you sleep? You asked if I was okay, and I lied to you. I told you I was just feeling a little congested and having a harder time breathing then usual. You had finally started speaking normally for the first time in 3 hours. It was time for you to sleep and for me to stay awake just to make sure you wouldn’t start all over again.
    That night I did everything in my power to protect you. I tried to remember everything I had learned to do in situations like this one. Until that night I had never saved a life before. I‘d never been in a position so stressful to where I had to think for another person, and physically had to be another person! I wished that a night like that wouldn’t happen to me again. When it does, I’ll be ready.

THATS ALLLLLL FOLKS!

a thousand apologies for being so late - PART 3

When they asked for your name, you stuttered your way through the first four letters. I gave in and blurted out your name like the answer to a 1st grade geography question.
    How else would they have figured out you weren’t okay. “Okay Captain Obvious, I‘m Lieutenant Sarcasm. You would think a shivering, stuttering, twitching, pale-faced, young woman would be just fine, Right?” You promised me you’d never go to far beyond eye sight, and that you wouldn’t do anything stupid to put yourself in harms way. You broke one of those promises that night. My mom always says “Never make promises you can‘t keep.”
    Generally someone with any common sense would be smart enough to do the proper check. History, Inspection, Palpation, and Special Tests. Who knew that the ones that we would have to trust with our lives, would leave us to hope and get better on our own while they went to the bathroom. So I took matters into my own hands. I fought off the chills and the feelings of doubt that you would never get out of it. I stayed close by, ready to hear what ever you stuttered to say.
    Five minutes go by … Ten minutes go by … You hadn’t changed at all. I went to take a walk to think about all the training I’d ever taken to prevent this. I tried to remember everything I’d ever heard in emergency classes, health classes, anything and everything I had learned about the human body. Just when I was about to give up on finding the answer, I was called over because you had spoken your first word completely through. You told me to not leave you. I stayed the rest of the night in one place. One state of mind.
    I carried you on my back to our much colder cabin to where I figured you would need rest and warmth from all the extra blankets. Rest and warmth were the first things in my check list. I remembered that when someone is enduring hypothermia they need an airway.

ANSWERS - PART 2

This years General Conference has been so different then the ones before. All of my life --since I can remember-- I have been listening to G.C. in bed with my parents, coloring in books I'd receive from primary (the ones where you'd have to draw the type of tie the General Authorities were wearing? Yeah I miss those. Honestly.) As I have gotten older its been up to me to find my own answers.



In seminary this past week we've had a BYU Student come and teach us; Brother Roberts. He's kinda gotten off the beaten path and he had an entire lesson answering our questions like, How much money should we pay for our Tithing? Can we chew gum while fasting? All of our questions that we wanted to ask. One of my good friends suggested that we ask questions right before each session, and we will receive our answers. So I tried.

I asked, and I received. I don't think I've ever had so many "ah-ha" moments in two days. One after the other, after the other, after the other! It's amazing how the Lord speaks through his servants.

"Whether it be by mine own voice, or by the voice of my servants, it is the same."

I'm only paraphrasing that Scripture Mastery but you understand me. Hopefully I'll continue finding my answers and hopefully being the answer for others around me. Maybe one day, I will be a mouthpiece for The Lord. I will be a beacon for someone whose alone, scared, and lost. One day I will be able to bring eternal happiness to a person, and effect their families to come. Now, I don't have the priesthood. I'm not entirely sure I'll get to the point of being a missionary but, who says I can't start now? I know so many wonderful people who aren't members and who says I can't help them get a sense of what I believe in?

Now.. What you've been waiting for! .. Hoping that you actually aren't just reading this for my stories. but either way its just fine. ;)

You were just as cold as I was, if not even colder. As night did its magic trick and changed the color of the sky, the winds began to chill. You were pondering the moves of the fire. Dazed by it’s glow we were in a trance, unaware of what would happen next.
When the night had settled in I knew that you were the one who needed care for. You were the one who needed attention. Not me. The way your eyes glazed over and your head began to swivel and drop at any moment. I knew something was wrong as help was on their way. They treated me first and took me from you. I was well enough to hear the news you had gone and only wanted my return. When I found you, all I could hear was the stutter and uneasy slur of your speech. As help had set their precautionary I watched as they carelessly placed you by the fire and crossed their fingers.


TO BE CONTINUED...