Sara's Blogging

2003-04-29T00:43:00.000-07:00

As I am slowley putting my portfolio together, I'm realizing more and more how much I've grown as a writer to this class. Now, I express myself more freely in poems and in my stories, there are some hidden meanings. I'm very proud at where I've gotten and I hope to keep growing as a person and a writer

2003-04-29T00:42:00.000-07:00

I decided to do my 3rd short story on symbolism. It's about a guy driving in a car and that's it. It's about the things around him, the way he's feeling and it's like a metaphore to life. It is very good, but I can't tell you any of it because you have to read the whole thing at once.

2003-04-29T00:40:00.000-07:00

My best friend when I was 7 years old was Abby Zweep. She was my next door neighbor and during the summer we spent every day together and we would play house and ride bikes and had a good time. I didn't have any enimies at that time. When I was 10 years old my best friend was Rachel Sebring. She and I did everything together. We had sleepovers, did make-up and played house. It was a great time. But she moved away when I was in 7th grade, but we remained best friends until my senior year in high school. I didn't have a worse enemy at this age, but there were a lot of people I didn't like. When I was 16 my best friend was Jami Kohlmeyer and she still is. We have a great time together and things are perfect. My worst enemy was Becca Bohmen. She tried to steal my boyfriend all the time. I don't have a worse enemy now, but let me tell you, there's quite a few people who I dislike very much

2003-04-22T20:51:00.000-07:00

I've been working on my story and I'm almost done, it is really good. I threw out the 2nd person point of view story. I couldn't do it. I decided to stick with my love story. It worked out good and it will be a good story

2003-04-22T18:51:00.000-07:00

The story I'm using at the moment is a working progress. I'm trying to make a story about 2 people in love, who don't end up together, like romeo and juliet crossed with city of angels. I don't quite know what the resolution will be like, but here's part of it.

His hand burned as it ran down her fiery body.
"I love you, Ryan" Tara spoke softly as she sweetly
touched his lips knowing that she would never feel
this way again.

2003-04-22T18:47:00.000-07:00

After talking about making a story in 2nd person point of view, I decided that was something I wanted to try. But after following the directions on the sheet and looking at the examples and reading the book, I still couldn't do it right. I'm working on it right now and if it gets done ok, I might turn it in as my last story.

2003-04-19T00:11:00.000-07:00

This class has taught me a lot about writing. Before this class, I wrote poems, but that was about it. I had tried to write stories, but they never came out very well. But after this class and reading everything that I've learned so far, my story writing has gotten better and it makes me very happy. I hope that I will keep excelling until I can write a real story. That is my goal.

2003-04-19T00:09:00.002-07:00

I'm working on my 3rd story and I have a feeling this one is going to be even worse. I'm trying to find a plot that is really good, but I always jump around and it never makes sense. I'm thinking about making my next story about a boy and a girl dating and relationship problems may be. I'm not sure, but at this point, I'm very frusterated.

2003-04-19T00:09:00.001-07:00

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2003-04-19T00:08:00.000-07:00

Around March of last year I was dating this guy for about 4 months and everything was going fine. We had plans for summer and everything, but one day out of the blue he called me up and told me he didn't love me anymore. That hurt so bad. For the next 2 weeks I didn't eat, I didn't go to my classes, I rarely slept. I just layed in bed and did nothing. I thought I was going to die. I felt so alone with no hope. But as the days went by I got better and I still get very depressed quite often, but I just try to look at the good things in life.

2003-04-13T23:07:00.000-07:00

This is the start of the story I think I might use:

Johnny slowly opened his eyes and had no idea where he was. He had completely forgot those 10 shots of Vodka he took last night. He turned his head to the left and saw a very small, homely girl laying next to him.
"Who the Hell is this girl?" He thought to himself proversely
He had no idea who she was, what had happened, and what they had done.

I think I'm going to go with that

2003-04-13T23:05:00.000-07:00

I've been working on my 2nd short story for about a week and tonight, I started it over for the 4th time. The first story was really easy and now I can't seem to think of anything good. It is very frusterating. That is why I love poetry. With poetry, I can just write and not have to worry about screwing up and having no idea what to write, because when it comes to poems I just pour my heart out and I never go blank of have writers block with poetry, but I can't seem to find any good subjects for this short story. I hope I can come up with one....SOOON!!!!!!!

2003-04-13T23:02:00.000-07:00

My sense of touch was totally changed when I met my boyfriend Bryan. The first time he kissed me, my entire body went numb. All I could feel was peace, sensation and a lot of emotion. Also, my senses were changed when I was 13. It was 4th of july at my grandma's farm and we were playing with sparklers. I went to go pick one up and I grabbed one that had already been lit and I grabbed it from the wrong end. It hurt very bad. I couldn't use my hand for weeks and I had to go to the doctor just to get stuff for it because it was that bad of a burn. To this day, I hate sparklers.

2003-04-06T17:54:00.000-07:00

Writing short storys is fun, but it is not as fun as poetry. I have had a good time so far with the short stories, but before this class I was into poems and now after taking it my poetry and thought waves have expanded so much. I'm a totally new person. Nothing will ever do that to me again.

2003-04-06T17:52:00.000-07:00

here's a very short story I wrote from one of the class periods:

There lies a man, naked on the concrete.
His legs are shriveled, his body pale cold
as the snow starts to fall harder onto the ground and his face
As he wakes up, he lifts his body off the groud and says "Life is ironic".

2003-04-06T17:51:00.000-07:00

I was very religious all throughout my life. My parents had taught me everything about religion that Methodist are supposed to know, but I had never learned anything else. When I came to college I got the view of religion from a lot of stand points and after about 2 years at this point, I believe in a higher power, but I do not believe what the bible says and I do not believe that there is a heaven and a hell. Thats all thats changed and It's a good change because now, I've learned lots of new views from many different people and I came up with what I beleive on my own

2003-03-23T22:01:00.000-08:00

I see you, staring into the air while the wind hits the hairs on my back
I feel you, as you walk away and the scent of your body follows a trail to my heart
I taste you, as the warm sweet honey drains down my lips
I love you, even though your walking away from the one thing that will kill you in the end

2003-03-23T21:51:00.000-08:00

Lately I've been writing a lot of poems and I've come up with so much good stuff and it makes me happy, but at the same time, it scares me. Because the only time I write well is when I'm lonley and I've been writing very well for the past 3 weeks, what does that mean? I don't know.

2003-03-23T21:47:00.000-08:00

The first day of middle school was horrible. When I got there all of the other kids were bigger than me and scarier than me. Nobody talked to me and my teachers were really scary. I thought that it would be better as it went on, but all of those 3 years were hell for me.

2003-03-16T22:54:00.000-08:00

Everything's grey, hearts in a race
tatered and torn, words I can't trace
Love all around me, hate in the air
what am I feeling, am I surrounded by care?
or does the epitamy of hate run through my veins
and tear up the people who drive me insane
what am I now, but an empty green sea
with nothing inside, but shriveled up dream

2003-03-16T22:51:00.000-08:00

My friend came down today and we had the greatest time. I hadn't seen her in a year and I was scared things were going to change. But everything was the same we had a great time and we've developed a whole new mature bond, it was a great time.

2003-03-16T22:49:00.000-08:00

hair changes color
lips do too
makeup is optional
to hide the freckles too
a bigger build frame
and a very big heart
lies are her evil
which she'll never start
nose like a ski slope
eyes like the sea
changing their colors
wherever she may be
Many things may change
but her heart stays the same
opening to anyone
who comes her way

2003-03-05T03:03:00.000-08:00

My spring break I did something that is very serious to me. I got a tatoo on my back that means destiny. Everyone asked me why I got that chinese symbol and I told them just because, but I have a real reason why. Since I started dating my boyfriend Bryan, everything has changed. He has made me believe that everything in life is Destiny and it's going to be good and bad, but Destiny is what gets you through the day and your life. It's your plan that a higher power gave to you.

2003-03-05T03:01:00.000-08:00

Writing for me started in 6th grade. I was in Language Arts and a lady came in and talked about poetry. She told us all about it and before then I knew what poetry was but I didn't know how to do it. After an hour work shop we had to write our 1st poem. I was 11 when I wrote this.

Clouds, coulds
they are great
now it's time to give them a rate
1,2,3,4
come on raise it a little more
5,6,7,8
Alright, this is great
when I look up at the sky
I get that feeling that I can fly
Sometimes I love to make shapes
I love spotting a pack of apes
animals, money and lots of stuff,
but I realize it's just some fluff
When I look up at the clouds
Silence comes upon us all.

Not too bad for 11, but obviously not emotional words in there.

2003-03-05T02:56:00.000-08:00

Here's a poem I wrote:

Everything in life is moving so fast
How can I feel the pain
Everything left is aching inside
I feel like my body is drained
Everything gone was never there
my soul ripped on the floor
Everything seen was an illusion of peace
until he walked out of the door
Everything true was a lie in the dark
the memories will never erase
Everything loved is so dark
the only thing I see is your face
Everytime love comes my way
I run in the shadows and hide
Everytime love gets inside me
It always knows where to find

2003-02-25T18:10:00.000-08:00

Here's the poem I critiqued and wrote over for my portfolio:

Sweetly Content, heart in a race
Freckles of wonder, body of grace
depth in my soul, warmth in my sight
arms wrapped around me, grasping so tight
never see night, never see day
only see comfort, blowing me away
past haunts the mind, fear haunts my heart
but your grace calms my sadness, yet tears me apart
scared who to trust, I turn to you
fear swept behind me, as our love starts to bloom
forever ahead, the hurt in my past
move on with the journey, I've found you at last

2003-02-25T18:07:00.000-08:00

I lost someone I cared about very much my freshman year of college. I had dated this guy named Heath for about 3 1/2 months and I did love him and one day out of the blue he told me he didn't love me anymore and we broke up. I haven't talked to him since. We ended on bad terms. For the first few months I was devastated, but now it's been about a year and I'm with a really great guy now.

2003-02-25T18:06:00.000-08:00

I thought that chapter 11 from Poetry for Dummies was actually kind of boring. It talked about how to put the words on the paper and thinking it through first. That's one thing I'm very good at, the only thing I have problems with is how do I end it. So other than that, it was ok.

2003-02-23T18:00:00.000-08:00

Poem for the week:

Where are you?
My knight in still
have you gone to a place
that can never be filled
Where are you?
My pride and my joy
Are you sleeping in willow
or along the white bay
Where are you?
my one true love
Are you gone in my heart
or just haunting my mind
Where are you?
Will you ever come back
I miss you warm touch
and your kiss on my neck

2003-02-23T17:57:00.000-08:00

The first time I had sex it was the most amazing, erotic, weird and painful experiance I ever had. I was a virgin until the night of October 9, 2002. I had been dating this guy named Bryan for about 2 months and one night we were making out and then the next thing I knew we were having sex. The first thing I felt was pain and it was really horrible. It took a while before he could get it inside of me but after that all I could think about was him inside of me. It felt amazing and wonderful, but at the same time it was really weird. I didn't know how thing would turn out in the end. But when we got done, nothing had changed. Bryan and I are still going out and it will be 7 months in a few weeks.

2003-02-23T17:51:00.000-08:00

I have learned so much about writing just in the first half of this class. Before I started taking this class i knew the basics, but I did not know how much more depth and feeling and rules there were to it. I realized that there are a lot of rules, but at the same time, you can't just use the rules without your heart

2003-02-13T12:52:00.000-08:00

A song that I will never forget is the song by Bette Midler "Wing beneath my wings" About 3 years ago I sang it at my great grandmothers 100th Birthday and a year later she died and she had asked me before to sing at her funeral and when it passed away and I chose that song and every time that song comes on, it reminds me of her beautiful face and beautful heart.

2003-02-13T12:45:00.000-08:00

Monologue Poem:

I look at the lights
the people are all counting on me
the notes come out of my mouth
but it feels like I'm not breathing
Everyone is waiting for me
but I can't move
My mind is still

I wrote this about a famous singer who froze on stage and how it feels to be her.

2003-02-13T12:43:00.000-08:00

One thing I love about writing is the fact that you can put anything on paper that you want to. You can say the way you feel and you can write anything thats on your mind and it's considered writing. It is the greatest thing ever. Writing is a way that anyone can get in touch with the way they feel or get in touch with the way others feel. It's a great thing

2003-02-06T13:11:00.000-08:00

My greatest acccompishment was making the top show choir my senior year of high school. I had been in the lowest for 3 years and only 16 people make the top show choir, 8 girls and 8 boys. There are 2000 people at my school and about 500 are in show choir. Only the best singers make it and my senior year I did. I met a lot of friends and had a great time. It was the greatest time of my life.

2003-02-06T13:08:00.000-08:00

here's a poem I wrote a few days ago:

You took your love after you stole my heart
You made me cry and tore me apart
You said that your loved me and I’d never be hurt,
But your promises are lies and your talk is cheap dirt
I told you don’t lie; I’ve been hurt in the past
You smooth talked your way and I believed it would last
I believe you were different from the assholes out there,
But deep down inside, you don’t even fucking care
Your memories will fade from my heart and my head
And you’ll realize what you lost as you lie in your bed
My face will appear in your nightmares and dreams
Then I’ll fade away like a ship on the sea
You’ll wake up in a sweat, scared and alone
Then my presence will surround you as your body gets cold
I’ll wake up in my sleep with good thoughts in my head
As I lie with someone better and never think of you again.

- Sara Rasmussen

2003-02-06T13:03:00.000-08:00

I appreciated Chapter 10, with learning the traditional way to write poetry. My favorite poem in this chapter was:

"Invisible hands
caress my face; have I walked
through a spider's web

woven this morning to catch
flies writhing with my suprise"

It showed that you can use traditional form and also put every emotion you have in there. I enjoyed it a lot and plan on using it with the poetry I continue to do.

2003-01-30T16:10:00.000-08:00

The first time I smoked weed was last year of my freshman year of college. I went out with a friend and I was really scared, but I just followed them and did what they did. I took about 3 hits and I didn't really feel anything, but then the next thing I knew everything was different. i was so aware of everything around me and I was really thristy. We then decided to go for a cruise and smoke some more. We were driving and all of a sudden a cop pulled up behind us. i freaked out. Not only was a paranoid because we had marijuana, but when your stoned, everything makes you paranoid. I was freaking out, eventually he passed and after that I didn't do drugs for a while. I was too scared to do it again. I was scared before, during and after, but eventually it doesn't get so scary. But that first time was extremely scary for me

2003-01-30T15:57:00.000-08:00

Here's a poem I wrote:

I know your close
i know your close, but so far away
my heart is torn in two
I know your close, but the pain hits my brain
because I'm missing you
I know your close, but we rarely connect
our lives are busy by far
I know your close, but the pain eats inside
I hope I still know who you are
I know your close, but I feel like a ghost
a spirit haunting your mind
I know your close, but I'm falling apart
a burden your shoulders can't hide
I know your close, but I'm scared that your gone
slowly drifting away
I know your close, but your minds somewhere else
do you want me to go or stay?

- Sara Rasmussen

2003-01-30T15:51:00.000-08:00

Chapter 9 was a really good chapter. I appreciated learning all the different ways that you can write poetry. i found it very excited and nice to know different ways to write poetry. I actually tried some of the ways and had a good time with it. It takes a while to get used to, but so far it's helped me out a lot.

2003-01-23T18:10:00.000-08:00

The first time I left home was in 5th grade when I went to church camp for the week. I went sort of willingly, but my mother and father had to convice me to a very big extent before I would even dread going, but at my own will. In the end, I did go. It was a great time. I really missed my parents and I cried a lot, but it was the funnest week I ever had. It was the start of many more fun summers at church camp and I have my parents to thank for that.

2003-01-23T18:08:00.000-08:00

Here's a poem I wrote on January 21, 2003 when we were discussing abstract and concrete:

Deep Blue
The waves moves in It's hard to see
the current takes over, I can't even breath
The water intoxicates my body and mind
I have no control of my thoughts or the time
Minutes like hours, hours like days
My body's convulsing, I'm going insane
My bodys so cold, my pulse starts to rise
I can't give up now, or i might as well die
I fight through the ocean, it feels like the end
Will I ever be able to love again?
Sara Rasmussen

2003-01-23T17:58:00.000-08:00

Chapter 14 that we read in "Ten Myths about Poets and Poetry" from Poetry for Dummies was a chapter I enjoyed very much. I love writing poetry and some of those things I really did believe. For example "Rhyme is so Ten minutes ago." I honestly believed that before then. I write poems that rhyme. I don't mean to, it just comes out that way and some people say that rhyming is for 10 year olds. So I was happy to read differently. That was definetely the best chapter I've read so far

2003-01-19T16:55:00.000-08:00

As a child I hated Chinese food. My parents would always try to make me eat it, but I thought it looked and smelled gross. I just wanted McDonalds. Well this one day I came home from school when I was 15 and I was so hungary and I hadn't eaten all day. I waited for my mom to came home. When she got home, she had chinese. I said "no I don't want chinese, I'm really hungary too." My mom said "well, you eat this, or you starve." So I took my first bite of sweet and sour chicken and fried rice. It was amazing. Since then chinese food is my favorite food.

2003-01-19T16:51:00.000-08:00

This is a revised poem I wrote about Metaphor and simile that we discussed on 1/16/02:

His soft lips were as sweet as milk chocolate
It tastes like warm silk in my veins
as I suck up the emptiness in silence
I am praying like a sinner drenched in pain
- Sara Rasmussen

2003-01-15T22:11:00.000-08:00

One of my greatest memories as a child was staying at my grandma and grandpa's house for a week in the summer. It was such a great time. All day long I played with my cousins and watched t.v. my grandma played cards with me and my grandpa taught me how to use a type writer. Every morning I would wake up to the smell of smoke and breakfast cooking. My grandma would make scrambled eggs, bacon, toast with cinnamon sugar, any cereal we wanted and a big glass of choclate milk. And while I was down there, my grandpa, my sister, my cousins and I would walk to McDonalds and he would buy us whatever we wanted. All of these things will live in my head and memories forever as the greatest time of my summers in my life.

2003-01-13T16:50:00.000-08:00

Writing has so much depth and meaning to it. Everytime that someone writes anything, especially a poem or a story, it's coming from within, sometimes very deep within that we don't even know about. Writing is a key ingredient to life. It not only helps you find out what is going on very deep in your mind, but the finishing work can turn into a masterpiece. Personally, every poem that I write is a masterpiece to me, because I'm putting all my feelings deep inside on paper and it's a great experiance for me everytime.