Sunday, May 10, 2015


We were told to think about this project, 20 time, and write a reflection about it. We're suppose to write about if it was successful, our projects.

Technically, my project failed. I did not write a book of poetry, I didn't publish one. But, I did change my project, and I still haven't found out if I was chosen to be published in Canvas Literary Journal's summer edition. I won't find out until next month.

Over the past year,  I was making myself let go of all negative emotions, and forcing them into my writing. As I look at poems that I've written from the beginning of 20 time, they seem so innocent, so filled with a fairytale ending. They were truly Letters from Autumn. They were letters from how I was in the beginning of all of this. I wasn't someone who had a people asking her to take photos for them, people paying attention to my work.

Through my writing, I have become more confident in myself. When I first started writing, back in the eighth grade, I was so unsure of myself. I didn't think I was a good writer. I thought I was just me. Also,  a lot of the stuff I wrote was extremely dark and depressing. I don't like looking back at those memories.

I have always been on the quieter side of people. I like peace, and I like listening to the birds and the wind, and the rain. Even the silent winter nights, when snow drifts to the ground with no sound at all. It wasn't the silence, I can handle silence. It was the silence of me. I wasn't speaking my mind. I was small in personality, though not small in stature.

But now I am way more open about the fact that I am a writer. If people are willingly to listen I could talk about my work for hours. I have been told that I am certainly not small in personality. I have been described as loud, kind, and energetic. I am not tiny at all, not anymore. I love writing. It's something that's apart of me.

 This project really helped me realize that I am so much more than a journal filled with writing. It was about self discovery, and I am pretty close to finding myself.

"I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am. I am. I am."-Sylvia Plath

Monday, April 20, 2015


Well hello there! Welcome back!

It's been a while, hasn't it? Well, I went on spring break and got a chance to write a couple of poems! I won't go into detail because I am not publishing a poetry book anymore!

Yeah, I know you're probably shocked, but I did some thinking over the break we had, and I realized that I am not ready to publish anything right now. Well, not anything, I'll come back to this part later, but I just wasn't prepared to publish a whole book of my own personal poems yet. Also, I am super broke and I can't find a way to raise all that money, which was $150. This is not me giving up, this is not me failing. I had a goal, and that was the goal for a while and I was seriously planning on going the distance and publishing this book of poetry, but that's not what I want. Not now at least. I am a sophomore and I honestly don't want to take that responsibility right now, publishing book is scary. At least, right now it is.

But I am not giving up. Not now, not ever.

I have decided, instead of self publishing, I am gonna get someone else to publish my writings. I have submitted a poem to Canvas Literary Journal, and I am trying to make it into their summer issue. I have plans to submit and write a few more pieces in the near future to submit. I am very excited because this is a chance to prove to not only others, but myself that I am a writer worthy of being published, because I have some people who don't think so.

I have to prove them wrong.

Tying into the ending about proving people wrong, I am gonna prove people wrong by slaying my 20 time speech. Though, I haven't written much yet, or at all, I have an idea of what I want to talk about. Eight minutes of me talking about poetry and how it helped with my self-discovery. So amazing, I know. I want to talk about that because this school year has been a big year in me trying to figure out who I am and what I want to be and what type of person I want to be in the future and who I want to be right now. Poetry is an emotional outlet, whether happy emotions or angry emotions, it's an outlet. I discovered things about myself that I wouldn't have discovered if I didn't tell my teacher that I wanted to write a book of poetry. This is project has helped me in so many ways because it has now forced me to write about the things that make me happy or upset or emotional, I wouldn't have done any of that without this project.

So, that's all for this week folk. I promise to keep writing and updating you about which magazines, etc. in the next two weeks!

Sunday, March 22, 2015

Less exciting news

After two weeks of being swamped with Artfest (our school's annual art show), tests, essays, etc, etc. I couldn't write many poems, so all the poems I have, are terrible.

I did try, I really did, but since I was so busy working on other things, I totally forgot to write.  Which  is my own fault I know, but I didn't have any inspiration to write either, so everything just kinda fell threw my hands. Though, it does look like the next two weeks are on the less busy side, but we will see about that. I will try my hardest to crank out a few good poems to share with you guys, because it's almost time to get things wrapped up for the end of the school year, and it's almost speech time, so I have that to worry about..

So that's all for this week, I'll see you guys in two weeks, hopefully with poems!

Sunday, March 8, 2015

Exciting News!

So, I was talking to my teacher, Mr. Provenzano (Sup, Mr. P!), and we started talking about officially publishing the book! It will most likely be an online book, downloadable through Amazon, and recorded as an official book in the Library of Congress! Big things are happening, friends.

With writing a couple of solid poems the last two weeks, I had a realization that if I was really going to publish this book, I would need to officially pick out a title, and figure out a layout. My dearest friend, Olivia, who also as a 20 time blog, which I will link at the bottom, has promised to help me with the layout! We've decided to include some of my photography, since I take a photography class at my high school! I've always talked about calling the book "Letters to Autumn", but I think I might play off that a little bit more. I've been considering actually writing 'letters' to this figurative person, and putting them as chapter markers! Also, I will probably include some of my better, earlier writings but we will just have to see about that one.

I have four (!!!) solid poems to talk about. Most of them romantic poems and all of them involving nature! I realize that I really love nature, and I write about crashing of waves that sounds like your heartbeat, and meadow eyes, and sunsets like a spirit. So, expect a lot of that!

The first one I wrote is called 'Something', which is basically a poem about a boy, duh, who has something about him, that's so wonderful and amazing, but I don't know what it is. Maybe it's this, maybe it's that. There's something special, and maybe it was just he found something special in me. It has a Not a lot of detail with this one, because it's super special for me, and I just want to wait for you guys to read it!!

This one is called 'Tempest",  which describes a girl, who is a storm. She is a raging storm, pouring down on you, flooding your senses, and you don't know how you are anymore because of her.

I would like to claim myself a forest fairy, which means I like things of nature, and my flower crown, which I wear every Friday. I just have been thinking a lot about having people see a certain part of me because I want them to, and I called it "Deep in The Forest", and it's about a forest fairy who lives and people know certain part of her, and none of these other parts, and she's just so sad because she's known by everyone and no one.

"Ocean" is a poem about someone who is so beautiful they are an ocean. They have an array of colors in their eyes that remind you of coral reefs, and stuff like that, simple, beautiful, powerful.

Well, that's it for this blog post! Here's the poem for this week, which is untitled.
I close my eyes and see starlight twinkling off your hair, and moonlight in your eyes, and everything is okay again.

Oliva's Blog:

Sunday, February 22, 2015

Look at me go...not really.

Okay, another break come and gone. Coldest break ever I would have to say. I had to walk around a college campus at nine in the morning for my sister, it was negative nine degree. That was fun. (Did you read the sarcasm dripping off that last sentence?) I chopped all my hair off, got my braces off, and in that became an entirely new person.

Anyways, I didn't write. I wrote maybe five poems, and only two of them are good. I am so sorry, this wasn't my plan, I just didn't have anything to write about, and nothing was coming to mind. I was so swamped with things I had to do also, so that didn't help at all.

I only have one poem to talk about. I still haven't named it yet, but I'm thinking "Meadows in your eyes". It's about someone who is so lovely, they have nature apart of every step they take. Flowers grow when they walk past, they are just so wonderful, that they have one of the most beautiful things in the world apart of them. I wrote about sunsets and oceans and everything I love about nature. I've always loved nature, I love everything about it. I have been lucky enough to meet people that are nature, they are just so wonderful that they just are nature.

Poem of this week is:
I love your eyes most, since they never grow old, even as the wrinkles around them slowly pile up. Eyes are the windows to the soul, and I want to know your soul forevermore.

Sunday, February 8, 2015

So Many Poems, So Little Time


So, I've written over twenty poems over the past two weeks! Exciting, I know. Comparable to the last month where I've written maybe six good poems, I wrote a good ten that I'm happy with. Not all of them will make the cut though, I had to pick the ones I felt so passionate about.

The first one I wrote is called "Castles".  I wrote this one at 2 a.m. when I couldn't sleep, but could write poems.  It's about a girl who built castle around her heart, and didn't expect anyone to come save her, and then when 'Prince Charming' did, she finally realized why everyone was so adamant that falling in love was the best thing in the world.

The next one I wrote is called 'Woods'.  This is based off Taylor Swift's song 'Out of The Woods', it's not the same, but similar. I actually love this poem so much, because it's kinda mysterious, and a little creepy. I wrote this one the same night that I wrote Castles, while everyone was telling me to go to bed, and I just couldn't. Both of these poems have some lines that just really stand out to me, and I don't want to reveal them because then that would be spoilers, and that wouldn't be fun.

The next poem I wrote is called 'Someone Else's'. The poem is based off this boy (duh) that I met when I was in second grade. He was my best friend for a long time, and I always seemed to have a crush on him when I was younger. I thought he was going to like me back. That was not the case, and he liked other girls, and I was 'heart-broken'.  I honestly couldn't care less about him at this point, to tell you the truth, but I was reflecting on how I felt when I was younger, and I thought he would be mine and I would be his. I realized that I was never his, I was someone else's, and even before I am someone else's, I am my own.

This one is called 'Eyes'. It's short and sweet, and I've always liked the eyes. As most people would say, they are the windows to the soul. I've been known to fall in love with people's eyes before any other part of them, so I wrote a little poem that reflected that feeling.

So, that's all for this week, not a lot, but considerably more than last time, I believe.
This is an untitled poem, but I like it, so here:

Your eyes are like nebulas,
And the freckles on your knees are constellations.
Don't let anyone tell you that you aren't beautiful,
When you have the beauty of the sun,
Trapped in your voice.

Sunday, January 25, 2015


Here we are, two weeks later.

A far amount of things have happened, midterms were a thing, and writing has been pushed to the side. It wasn't my choice, trust me, I would have much rather been writing than studying, but grades are important, not that they measure my self-worth, but they are still important. College and that future stuff that I don't want to think about, are still things that will come back to haunt me sooner or later. Let's hope it's later.

I wrote a little something called "This Feeling". I have always loved nature, just not exercise. It's about a girl's point of view, who is climbing up a hill, and she's looking at the nature that is surrounding her. She's feeling so passionate about what she's seeing, describing everything to the sounds to the color of the sky. My favorite line is 'Maybe the trees are trying to tell me a story between each rustle of their leaves." I used a lot of figurative language to make people feel like they were climbing this hill with her, and feel the beating sun, the soft winds, and seeing what she's seeing.  It's one of my favorite things that I have written in a long time, and I am super proud of it.

I am going to be an aunt this coming May, so I wrote a little poem for my sister-in-law to read to the baby, which she loved and still cries about it. Happy tears of course! We don't know the gender yet, so I basically had to dance around it a lot, saying 'You have flowers in your hair' and "A little bow-tie". I don't care what the gender of the baby is, it's wearing a bow-tie, cause Bow-ties are cool.

Well, that's all I wrote. I am disappointed that I didn't write more, but I was super busy with midterms and not studying at all. Whoops! But, here's a little something to make everything better, I have no idea what to call this, or what this even is but here you go:

All I see is waves of a fearless ocean behind your eyes, drown your fears in them.
All I hear is the battle cry when you open your mouth to speak, scare your enemies away.

Sunday, January 11, 2015

Guess who's back, back again.

Hi guys! It's been a while, hasn't it?

This past month has been interesting, to say the least. I haven't written much, which I am very disappointed in myself. I have had many moments to take ideas from, but I was so busy that I never got a chance to sit down and write. Actually, that's not true,  I simply chose not to write, thinking that I'll write at a different point in time. As you can tell that didn't happen very often.

Also, I realized that I write a lot of sad poems. I was reading through my poems to my best friend, who was very sad at the moment. Since, there were only a handful that were happy, I have made it my goal for the next week to write as many happy poems that I possibly can. So far, that hasn't worked out very well.

I, also, tried my luck at haikus. Yeah, that didn't work so well. There is a reason why my favorite poem genre is free verse, I love to write and write and write. But, I promised myself that I would try new things when it came to this poetry book. I'll put one of the attempted haikus at the end.

The first poem I would like to talk about is a poem I called 'Missing'. As I was growing up, I always felt that I was missing something. Sometimes I thought it was beauty, being beautiful and more appealing to others. I thought maybe it was style, but I realized that no matter who loves my outfits, someone is always going to hate them. Maybe it was family, but after spending a lot of night crying over harmful words, I realized that while family is blood, it does not mean that they are the most important thing in some people's lives. Then, I met my best friend in the whole world, and I finally knew what was missing.

I've always loved flowers since I was a little girl. Yes, I know, there's a whole stereotype about girls loving flowers but, I genuinely loved flowers. My parents had a very well kept garden when I was growing up, and my father loved to take care of his roses, he even got specific roses that were named after my two older sisters, and myself. So, I wrote a poem about Roses and Forget-Me-Nots, two of my favorite flowers. Roses are usually the go to flower, get the girl some roses, plant some roses, but no one usually says that Forget-Me-Nots are their favorite flowers. To me, that's kinda funny considering the name. I called this poem "The Story of Rose and Forget-Me-Not", and it's basically telling a story as if the flowers were live human girls, and saying that Rose was always preferred, and Forget-Me-Not was forgotten, like her namesake. Don't forget Forget-Me-Not, because she is just as beautiful and sweet smelling as a rose. I did a lot of research for this poem, going into myths about flowers to see if I could find anything that I could use, and I did!

I was thinking about love, and as I was in a very stupid argument with my boyfriend. I'm an overly sensitive person, which is why I am a writer, and I was slightly comparing how I feel about my boyfriend, to how Disney portrays love. Disney portrays love as easy, fairytale princes, flowers, pretty dresses and stolen kisses. Love is truly broken hearts, unruled minds, and shaking bones when sobbing. Fairytales lied about love, but I would like to clarify that I do not actually feel this way about love, I was more writing in the moment, full of anger and slightly scared that he was going to give up on me. I would like to clarify, also, that as of this moment, we are okay. I called this poem "Perfect Love" just to be a sarcastic person, and mess with people.

So, those are the only three that I feel I need to put in, I expected so much from break, but I guess I over expected. Here is my poem, I don't even know what to call it:

If we were flowers,
You would be a rose smelling sweet,
I, Forget-Me-Not.