predict what will happen next

I predict that Winter Santiaga will hook up with Bullit, her childhood sweetheart. He was the only man that she knew with his head on his shoulders, besides her father. And she knew that if she was with him she would be taken care of just like her father took care of her.

what was the most interesting

I believe the most interesting thing in the book were the experiences that Winter had to go through. Especially the sexual parts. Not saying that, that was the only thing that caught my attention, but it was very interesting to see how far she would go in order to get things out of men.

how does the story make you feel and Why

The coldest winter ever has made me feel like there is someone out there that has expirence the same thing as I have. My father was in a situation like Winter's father, and I kind of understand how she felt. But I would never go through what she went through in order to reclaim the old days.

has anything like that ever happen to you

I don't think that anything to that extent has happen to me but I have been in a situation where I've had to do things to get to another spot. Not sexually but I have had to be very manipulative in order to get ahead in a situation. Winter Santiaga is very manipulative and I can be just as manipulative as her.

difficulties

I think that the most difiucult expieriance of creative writing was having to juggle both classes every other day. A lot of times I feel like you and Mrs. Gamzon don't understand what we have to endure, dealing with the both of you guys. Sometimes its very fustrating, but I get over it. I still enjoy creative writing.

the begining of my holding style, i got motivated

I cried. Just sat there and cried all night, because my goddamn T.V show didn’t come on. I think something is seriously wrong with me, because I find myself crying all the time over crazy stuff. I mean it kills me, when my dad comes in there and says I’m being over dramatic and I need to stop it, but he doesn’t know how bad that hurt my feelings. I waited all day in my crappy school and dealt with some crappy kids, and some pretty crappy teachers, to come home and look forward to something and to get let down once again. The usual.

part of a book review that i wrote

Flyygirl begins with the 6th birthday of a beautiful, and intelligent, young, black girl, by the name of Tracy Ellison Grant. Throughout the first couple Chapters, Tracy is growing up with the same influences that many young black females face today. For example, their first kiss, their first boyfriend, peer pressure and many other things. “She began to smoke cigarettes in school with her girlfriends, buying Wrigley’s gum to hide the smell.” Tracy quickly went from a beautiful innocent young girl to a promiscuous trashy young lady; all because she allowed bad influences to take over her.

gamzon (explanation on a book and a poem that i read)

This poem illustrates a great example of what this book is about. Throughout the book it was talking about the “song of the family.” This poem really shows how a family is suppose to be and how it would have remained if the baby Coyotito would have lived. This poem to me also explains the reason why God made all these people, and it explains why the people that make up a family are so important. In the pearl the author didn’t just come out with “Kino provided the food for the family, because he was the man.” The author actually took time to go through what Kino and Juana did to keep their family propelling forward. This poem was an excellent example of what it means to be a close family. The Pearl, by john Steinbeck and “A tribute to the family” by Michelle A. Moran were very closely related as far as the content that both of these pieces of literature held, and I am very grateful for reading both of them.

gamzon (explanation on a book and a poem that i read

gamzon (interviewed kennethea)

I interviewed Kennethea Wilson. She told me about the events in her life without a father that helped shape her present state of being. She explained how her father was always in her life until she was two. Then afterwards he became a steady drug dealer, and crack-cocaine addict. He was constantly in and out of her life until she was about five, then he decided to get clean. Unfortunately her mother wouldn’t allow her to see him often, because she had high doubts that he wasn’t truly sincere about his rehabilitation. Kennethea only got to see him once a week. Eventually her father became clean for about a month then her mother allowed her to see him more frequently. She oftentimes spent weekends and weeknights with her father. One day her father took Kennethea without her mother’s permission and her mother panicked when she realized that Kennethea wasn’t home. When she was aware of where Kennethea was, she called the police, but they couldn’t legally do anything, because her father still had full parental rights. Kennethea’s mother took her father to court and had his parental right limited. After that incident Kennethea’s father went back to the streets, and the last time she saw him was at age eleven. Later she had received a phone call from a correctional facility. Her father then explained to her that he was in prison for murdering someone over petty money, and that he would probably be there for a long time. That was the last time she spoke to him, and she frequently rejects his letters.

gamzon

Zineyah’s father Tony, who is still suffering deep depression; from the death of his wife has bad feelings about Everlasting. One day he finds Everlasting walking down a dark ally. As he follows him he notices blood dripping from his hands “Why are you bleeding Everlasting, what did you do?” Everlasting turns around and his face is so distorted and gruesome looking that Tony turns around and runs. As Everlasting is quick at his feet, and nipping at Tony’s heels, Tony darts onto the sunlight and as Everlasting’s face hits the sunlight it quickly converts back to beautiful figure. Tony is ah struck all he could do is stand on the pavement amazed. Everlasting fixes his tux and wipes his hands on the inside of his jacket. Tony runs to the payphone and calls Zineyah “Sweetheart… I have something to tell you, I know you have a lot of love for Everlasting, but…” Tony looks over and sees Everlasting staring at him, then all of a sudden Tony gets a burning sensation in his chest. At first it was small then it magnified. Next thing you know is Tony on the ground dead. Everlasting walks over and hangs up the phone. “Now it’s you turn babe.”

gamzon

Everlasting starts off with the birth of a black female named Zineyah Prince. It explains how her mother had major complications while giving birth to her. After her birth her mother died from an aneurism in her brain. It tells about her life as she grows up and she meets a boy by the name of Everlasting. No one knows why his name is Everlasting, and he doesn’t seem to have a last name. Zineyah knows that Everlasting is peculiar but there’s something about him that draws her to him. His eyes, his lips, his physique, everlasting just seems so perfect.

gamzon (Write about something you have learned)

I have learned a lot during this self motivation experiance. I've learned that I am a strong short story writer. I've also learned that i kind of enjoy writing short stories, especially like holden wrote Catcher in the Rye. I liked how i pulled all of my emotions into that story. I also learned that if you mix real emotions and experiances with fictional ones you could really expand your story quite a lot.

gamzon (write about something you have learned)

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man

Gas prices are getting ridiculously high. How much does it cost to fill up a Honda civic now a days? $250.00 a gallon? Something like that. Thanks to former president bush, the damn gas prices have sky rocketed. I think it is ridiculous that we have to actually sit here and make life decisions at the gas pump. People be sitting at the pump trying to figure out whether they fed their babies yet. Never should a person have to sacrifice meals over filling up their damn tank! I’m surprised nobody haven’t blown up the gas stations yet! Pretty soon everybody’s going to be tricyling to their jobs. Going to the gas stations will lower your self esteem extremely. You be standing across a person who put 55.00 in their tank while your broke ass only has 5.00 to put in. There use to be a time when 20.00 could get you far in life. You could fill up your tank, buy a pack of gum and still have money left to buy your baby some diapers. Now, 20.00 would get your ass laughed at in the gas station. Gas prices are wreckless.

yo yo

I am so tired of people making fun of my president. Last time I checked my president wasn’t walking around on all fours grunting and sniffing Michelle Obama’s ass. Barack Obama acts more civilized than some of the Hillbillies that draw’s this crap!
Let’s rearrange this comic. For instance, if a black person was standing over a white devil, there would be a great controversy and the illustrator of that political cartoon would have probably been sued. I know life isn’t fair, but you don’t have to be harsh. The same people drawing these racist ass political cartoons are the same people receiving stimulus checks from him. Life is funny that’s why I laugh at the people devastated by Barak Obama’s victorious take over of the white house.

my favorite poem

Her 6 Tattoos
Her 6 tattoos stood out like a Picasso,
like two hot to trot bodies moving as one.
It was beautiful.
The fur of the tiger glistened as she bent over,
to reveal her “Tramp stamp”.
It was silver, with red eyes and gold claws-
I wanted to touch it.
Just long enough to get close to the red lip print,
on the right side of her neck, and her name plastered
on the left.
Maybe I could replace those red lips with my own
and remove the N E S S A with my tongue.
I was tempted.
Vanessa rang bells as it rolled off her tongue,
or was it the pink bell painted on her breast,
contracting and expanding with every breath,
as if in a sense “ringing”.
The Rest In Peace on her right arm reminded me
of the death of my own child, and I could almost
imagine her child being my baby.
I wanted to lay down and do the dirty with her
so we could make our own, keeping her warm
and getting the fireworks in the room cracklin’,
running my fingers through her long hair.
But I like to just imagine.
The dragon on her ankle summoned me to fairytale lands.
Maybe one day I could be her knight in shining armor.

“You are my sunshine…”

My great grandmother looked into my eyes and sang that song to me when I cried. My great grandfather had died, and she sang that song to calm me down when she herself had tears in her eyes. I knew it was selfish of me to only think of my own emotional distress, but I didn’t care.

“You make me happy when skies are gray…”

After my great grandfather’s death I went to my great grandmother’s house almost every day. After a while I started hating her, because she made me clean up while she lay in her bed. “Lazy bitch!” I said that all the time. One day I would say it loud enough for her to hear.

“You never know dear…”

One day she made me so mad. She was frying fish for a Sunday night dinner, and I was mopping the floor for her. As I was mopping near the stove, some scolding hot grease popped on me, and I dropped the mop, tipping the pail of water over. I began to cry, scratching the spot where I was popped. “That’s what you get, maybe your ass won’t be so venturous, and try to see what fire feels like.” I didn’t understand, here I was trying to help her out for Sunday night dinner and she was sitting here being so mean and hateful. That night I wished she were dead, sucking the burn for comfort.

“How much I love you…”


The next day seemed to be filled with hot acid. Every breath hurt as if it were being liquidly burned away. I had a bad feeling about that day, but I didn’t say anything. Usually when I have bed feelings something bad happens. I don’t know maybe it was just heartburn. I was eating a little bit too much that day.

“Please don’t take my sunshine away.”

That night she died, but I didn’t cry. I knew why she had died. My death wish had fallen upon her, and there was nothing I could do about it.

11 word poem

Lick it,
Suck it,
Bite it,
Chew it,
Enjoy it,
Lollipops.

obama

Obama you talked a lot of shit during your presidential campaign and now you don’t know how to live up to your name or your ideals. I thought you would show niggas how to save money not how to get in debt. How is your stimulus plan helping the economy increase it’s money flow? Maybe if you play your democratic role and do what they are notorious for, making social programs, and show people how to spend money the right way maybe the government can actually save money in the bank instead of borrowing it from the world dictators of China. People are scared of spending their money. Why? Because politians like yourself don’t ensure the people that their money will be well spent and not on dumb shit like increasing a government official’s pay check. Let’s step your game up Mr. Obama, its 09’ not 08’, being broke was the old trend.

last night

Last night I dreamt. I dreamt of a life after I left my grandmothers house. The day that I would walk out of her house would be the day that I would begin to live my life without her nerve racking interruptions. I constantly hear that what she does is suppose to better my well being, and that I should enjoy my childhood. But enjoying your childhood is not necessarily possible with a grandmother riding you every two seconds of the day. I want to live, but right now I feel paralyzed from my present life down. What was really happening was that I was wishing that one day my grandmother would stop stepping on my wings and let me fly.

6 tattoos

My favorite poem that I wrote was 6 tattoos. It was very sophisticated, and I think that I am finding myself as a poet and a creative writer. I get my inspiration from nikki giovanni, I think she is a great poet and I want to write like her... Or somewhat like her.

critic

I love my holden style short. I think that is the best I've ever written in a long time, and I am proud of myslf. I know that the one thing that got me motivated to write it was all thos goddamns and crappy. That might be a little wierd but it's true, and it's type funny. I love how holden writes it's very interesting. Another reason I think I like it so much is because, it's a lot of rambling about nothing. Well it ultimately lead's to something but it seem as if it doesn't make sense, and I like that.

fantasy project

Character: ashala-malegum

Description: A jewish monk with a tumor that talks; almost like his evil twin
- His mother is a beautiful nymph
- His father is an Oger

Conflict
- He is looking for love but no one will love him, because his tumor takes over and it is extremely disfiguring and makes him look quite disgusting

Adventure
- He meets a troll under a bridge that knows a way to a magical land, so he can get his tumor washed away, and make him beautiful.