FELIZ ANO NOVO

A predator chases his prey in a game never-ending game of life and death.

A predator chases his prey in a game never-ending game of life and death. (a spatial poem lol)

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STOP.

L            I               S              T              E                     N.

U

O                    N

P                                   C

                                                  E!

                                                                   escape.

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   P         U        C            !

 

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Videos by Moi

Two years ago in the summer I took a video editing class at RISD. It was a lot of fun. I edited three very short videos. Two that I made in a group and one that I filmed myself and everything.

The first was a short montage:

Park Montage!!

Music: Don't Stop Me Now by The Queen

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The second was a mini documentary ^^ with a British accent and everything!

All documentaries need a British accent, it's a rule of life xD.

Alternate Energy Sources: the Documentary

voice over & interviewer- me!!

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and the third was my final project.

NYC is Under Pressure

Music: Under Pressure- by The Queen and David Bowie :)

Plate of Knowledge and Cup of Envy

Two new poems for creative writing. "Plate" and "Cup" poems... idk who comes up with these concepts. Couldn't our teacher just say write a poem about ---- ? Well anyways, I got a Plate of Knowledge and a Cup of Envy. I think they came out alright... not really sure if it's exactly what I was supposed to do but anyways...

Plate of Knowledge

An old forgotten library,

filled with dusty books.

Don't be afraid, venture inside!

You never know what you will learn.

An ancient scroll is found

holding secrets of the past.

Enlightenment is reached

after reading just a phrase.

To master the lore

from the days of old,

you must listen to the wisdom

whispered between the bookshelves.

Cup of Envy

Beauty like no other.

Clear sparkling eyes,

perfect smiles,

soft smooth skin,

silky flowing hair.

I envy those who are beautiful.

Wealth like no other.

Gold necklaces,

diamond rings,

ruby-studded gowns,

silver slippers.

I envy those who are wealthy.

Intelligence like no other.

Dozens of degrees,

hundreds of devoted pupils,

thousands of respects,

infinite career opportunities.

I envy those who are intelligent.

Mary- Chopped Version

New version, I just added a stanza ( i highlighted it in red), to change Mary's fate. hehe

Mary

It was a warm summer day, and the birds were singing.

Just an ordinary June day.

Mary was returning from a joyous day at the zoo

“Hello!” Mary called out. “I'm home!”

Complete silence was the only thing to greet her.

Concerned, she began to search for her family.

She searched all of the first floor,

but not a soul she found.

“How strange! How very odd this is!” she thought.

To continue her search Mary ventured upstairs.

The first room's door was wide open.

But the room was empty of life.

The second room was just the same.

Mary approached the third room,

now starting to get frightened.

This door was shut closed.

Slowly she opened the door.

It creaked and squeaked as it opened.

The room was pitch dark,

though outside it was a bright shinning day.

The curtains were drawn, and let in

only a thin sliver of sunlight.

Mary stepped into the room, and nearly slipped.

A strange dark liquid was spilled on the floor.

Mary bent down and dipped her finger in the liquid.

It was thick, and its scent was strong and metallic.

Mary put her finger towards the sunlight.

The liquid was a vivid red.

Her heartbeat quickened, and Mary stepped back.

She groped the wall for the light switch.

She turned on the light and her heart skipped a beat.

Lying on the floor in a bloody heap

were her family and neighbors.

Mary's eyes widened in horror.

Her hand gripped her chest.

Her heart flew into a panic.

Mary took a step back,

wishing to escape the terror

that was right in front of her

She felt an odd presence behind her.

It breathed a warm putrid breath onto her neck.

Mary turned and jumped away.

A white clothed figure stood in the doorway.

Breathing heavily, the figure stepped closer,

and closer, and closer to Mary.

Mary thought she heard the figure murmur her name

between each of its breaths.

“Mary...Mary...Mary...little little Mary”

she heard the figure whisper.

Mary backed away frantically,

distancing herself from the figure.

“Mary...Mary...Where's your lamb? Where's your little little lamb?”

the figure moaned.

The hairs on Mary's neck stood up.

Mary continued to back up,

and then she hit the wall.

Cornered, Mary whimpered and slid to the ground.

She curled into a ball and hid her face.

The figure calmly put its hand under her chin,

and lifted her back up.

The figure forced Mary took look into it's empty gray eyes.

Then it grinned a fiendish grin.

It exposed its sharp white teeth,

and laughed.

Mary shuddered, the figure's laughter

caused her bones to freeze and crack.

The figure revealed a dagger from behind it's back.

It lifted the dagger in to the air,

and then it plunged the dagger into Mary's heart.

Mary's screams echoed through the home,

and then stopped abruptly.

The white figure threw Mary's lifeless body

to the ground.

Then,

swinging it's knife wildly,

it chop ped,

ch op pe d,

c h o p p e d

Ma ry

i nt o

l it tl e

b i t s.

When it was finally done,

the figure simply turned and left.

And as it left, it silently sang to itself.

“Mary had a little lamb,

little lamb, little lamb,

Mary had a little lamb,

whose fleece was white as snow.

And everywhere that Mary went,

Mary went, Mary went,

and everywhere that Mary went,

the lamb was sure to go.”

“But Mary tired of the lamb,

of the lamb, of the lamb.

But Mary tired of the lamb,

and she declared ' No more!'

She took it to a forest,

forest, forest.

She took it to a forest and left it there alone.”

“And though the lamb, she cried,

and cried, and cried.

And though the lamb, she cried,

Mary looked not back.

Mary left the little lamb,

the little lamb, the little lamb.

Mary left the little lamb,

and never did look back.”

“A vicious wolf, he found the lamb,

he found the lamb, he found the lamb.

A vicious wolf, he found the lamb

and the lamb was white no more.

Mary lived her little life,

her little life, her little life.

Mary lived her little life

happy forever more!”

“She never saw the lamb again,

lamb again, lamb again.

She never saw the lamb again,

until one fateful day.

The lamb's spirit returned,

returned, returned.

The lamb's spirit returned

wreaked its deserved revenge.”

Kid explains to Principal

He he he 'kay so this next poem is a bit...uhm strange...and uhm borderline inappropriate xD
I had to write a narration poem in class with a partner. My partner was Rachel, a friend of mine. She's really nice :3 Well what we basically had to do was tell a fairy tale from a different perspective/point-of-view. This poem is basically what i thought of right away when she gave us the assignment and i remembered this fairy tale (I'm not telling which it is, you can figure it out :) ). Ha ha ha. Then I just ranted to poor Rachel and then she added in some details as i frantically wrote it all down xD Today I read it to class, people were quite shocked ha ha ha. I'm starting to worry my teacher a bit, 'specially after I read Mary in class too. I feel sorry for Rachel though, now they think she's as messed up as I am. Sorry Rachel! :D  Well anyways here's the poem! (BTW hope no one is insulted by this poem in anyway :3 )

Kid explaining to Principal

by FE and Rachel S.

So I was walkin' through the woods

playin' hookie,

when I saw this chick

in a glass case thing!

An' she was surrounded

by these midget dudes!!

Well so, the first thing

that came to my mind

was

GANG RAPE!

So I did the only logical

thing I could do!

I grabbed a big branch,

and started whacking them with it!

An' they were flailing

an' screamin'

but I couldn't hear what

they were screamin'

since I was listenin' t' my ipod.

An' besides you can't trust

midget thugs...

or is it politicians y'can't trust?

I always get those two mixed up...

Well anyways!

Out of nowhere,

this tall dude

with tights an' a cape

jumped out!

(well he was tall compared t' the midgets)

An' he started suckin'

the chick's face off!

So naturally,

I whacked that foo' !

Well after all that,

I was just standin'

in the woods

with a bunch of

 unconscious bodies

all around me.

An' since I didn't know

what else to do

I called the cops!

Unfortunately I forgot

I was supposed to be in school.

So the cops brought me here,

an' now here I am

explainin' everythin'

to you Mr. Principal!

... Hope you liked it xD...

yea this is exactly what first came to mind when i thought of Snow White, and a "different" point-of-view xD

I swear there is nothing wrong with me (or Rachel, Rachel is totally normal) I just have a very strange imagination :3

Love? a poem

Had to do a model poem for creative writing. What you do is jus tthat the form of a poem and copy it but write your own poem. You just use the same number of lines, stanzes, alliterations, etc. I chose a poem by Edgar Allan Poe called A Dream. It's a really good poem. Anyways this is what I wrote, it has nothing to do with Poe's poem content-wise.

Love?

by FE Dec. 8 2009

I lay my head upon my bed.

I turn off the lights, and stare at the night sky.

I think of all the things I've left unsaid.

This melancholy feeling makes me silently sigh.

My harried heart reprimands me,

“Tell him your true thoughts” it cries.

Can I answer my hearts plea and set my feelings free?

Why not? For I do not believe these sentiments are lies.

I love him – I love him.

Are these worrisome words true?

I never knew love was so grim,

To me this intense emotion is so very new.

I cannot get him out of my head.

Without him by my side, I feel a vast void

form in a hidden part of my heart, and it fills me with dread.

I feel that if I do not tell him soon, my heart will be destroyed.