Saturday, March 12, 2011

The Power of Facebook

So I was going through the few poems I have on my computer (most of my poems from the past were in books long lost by now) and I realized little I have the good times. I know that poetry can be an outlet, but I feel that I should try to express myself in more ways than just depression. My mother actually is the one who made me realize this because of Facebook. In my mind I was just telling people how I was feeling and in my own little way asking for their help in cheering me up. So by this definition when I was happy I didn't need help being cheered up so I didn't post anything. Finally, my mom posted up on my way that lately I haven't had anything good to say and that I should appreciate what I have in life. I was really confused because I'm very happy with my life at this point in time so why would she think that I wasn't? So I talked with her about it and we came to realizations. So in an attempt to make her happy I've been posting my feelings and happenings, happy and sad. This way we are both happy.

The point I'm trying to make is I think I shall attempt to write a poem that isn't about tragedy in my life. I'll be taking a class next quarter that is all about writing poetry, I think I might practice a bit. I'll post whatever I come up with soon enough but for now here is one poem I had to write for my last English class. We had to use a certain type of poetry writing, repetition I'm guessing for this one.


I am What I am

Call me a reader.
A person who continues to hunt for knowledge when all others have lost the motivation to keep up on their own.
Call me an adventurer.
Someone who is willing to go anywhere and see everything, seeking out the sights on the peaks of mountains.
Call me a lover
For I have someone precious to me that my heart burns with need from missing him so dearly when we are apart.
Call me a child
Because I never want to lose that kid in my soul that tells me to play in the snow or tape a pillow to my butt when I go skating.
Call me a student
When I never stop asking questions about the things I know nothing about.
Call me a daughter,
One that will never let her parents down and will always run for help if I can’t stand on my own any longer.
Call me a sister,
A big sister who will always watch over and protect that little girl my sister will always be to me.
Call me a leader
Because I will stand out among others and take charge when I am needed or speak my opinion.
Call me a hard worker.
I know what needs to be done and I will go through any trials to earn the things that will make life great.
Call me a person
Because that is all I am, but I am a person that doesn’t lack the nature of lending out a helping hand.
Call me whatever you will,
But know that I will not let you label me.
Cassandra Bruner 10

2 comments:

  1. I really like your poem!! It's so cool how you described yourself in so many different ways. I don't think people have chances to really look over their lives and see who they really are, but it's a really important thing to know. I liked the last line where you said, "call me whatever you will, but know that I will not let you label me." It might be important to live to make other people happy, to an extent, but in the end, the most important thing is for us to be happy with the way we are, and be proud of it:) Oh, and i would love to read more of your poems if you write some more!

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  2. Wow this is a very unique post and very well done. I'm an artist but definitely not a poet but I think it's best for people to find in outlet to express their inner emotions. From what I have seen on Facebook, most people post mediocre and really pointless material that nobody really cares about, so I rarely post things unless they mean something to me. My favorite part of your poem was the one that mentioned your inner child something that I think people should keep within. Way to go.

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