Compression

But here is Melody at the door; she shall introduce herself. A girl of twelve years old, with a face like a flower. A broad white forehead, with dark hair curling round it in rings and tendrils as delicate as those of a vine; a sweet, steadfast mouth, large blue eyes, clear and calm under the long dark lashes, but with a something in them which makes the stranger turn to look at them again. He may look several times before he discovers the reason of their fixed, unchanging calm. The lovely mouth smiles, the exquisite face lights up with gladness or softens into sympathy or pity; but the blue eyes do not flash or soften, for Melody is blind.

World count:120

But here is Melody at the door; she shall introduce herself. A girl of twelve years old. A broad forehead, with hair curling round it in rings and tendrils, a mouth, eyes, lashes, but with a something in them. He may look several times before he discovers the reason of their calm. The mouth smiles, the face lights up or softens into sympathy or pity; but the eyes do not flash or soften, Melody is blind.

word count: 76

But here is Melody at the door. A girl of twelve years old. A forehead, with hair in rings and tendrils, mouth, eyes, lashes, but with a something in them. He may look before he discovers the reason of their calm. The mouth smiles, the face lights up or softens into sympathy or pity; but the eyes do not flash or soften, Melody is blind.

World count: 65

“Older, Wiser, Closer to Death”

Older, Wiser, Closer to Death

By Addison Callahan

Follow your path no matter what it may be,

Older, wiser, closer to death,

Go down the winding row to find what you can see,

Always remember good things come in three,

Older, wiser, closer to death,

Follow your path no matter what it may be,

Always remember good things come in three,

Older, wiser, closer to death,

Go down the winding row to find what you can see,

Always remember good things come in three,

Older, wiser, closer to death,

Follow your path no matter what it may be,

Always remember good things come in three,

Older, wiser, closer to death,

Go down the winding row to find what you can see,

Always remember good things come in three,

Older, wiser, closer to death,

Follow your path no matter what it may be,

Go down the winding row to find what you can see,

Tone Poem

Hate

By Addison Callahan

I hate..

Your staring eyes,

Your gigantic thighs,

The way you never finish a sentence,

Your perfect hair,

Your lack of wanting to share,

The way you chomp your bubble gum,

Your puffy chipmunk cheeks,

Your breath which just wreaks,

The way you bully the nerds,

Your ugly clothes,

Your crooked nose,

The way you only care about boys,

Your hideous shoes,

Your zits that just ooze,

And the way you won't leave me alone

Repetition

Rep·e·ti·tion

By Addison Callahan

1. Love,

2. First love,

3. Long first love,

4. First love long ago,

5. First love lost long ago,

6. Never lost first love long ago,

7. Never lost first love from long ago,

8. Never lost my first love from long ago,

9. I never lost my first love from long ago,

10. I have never lost my first love from long ago,

11. I have never lost my first love from back long ago,

12. I have never lost my first love back from long ago when,

13. I have never lost my first love from back long ago when we,

14. I have never lost my first love from back long ago when we met,

15. I have never lost my first love from back long ago when we first met,

16. I have never forgotten my lost first love from back long ago when we first met,

17. I have never forgotten or lost my first love from back long ago when we first met.

18. I never have or will forgotten my lost first love from back long ago when we first met

19. I never will have lost or forgotten my first years love from back long ago when we first met

20. I never will have lost or have forgotten my first love from back long ago when we first met years ago

Venting blog

Dear song stuck in my head,

I hate your constant nagging

Your ever catchy rhyme

Your lyrics about that boy you dumped

It’s just a waste of time

Your debate over which seat to take

Or the difference between right and wrong

The $20 in your pocket

Or partying all night long

I don’t care if you’re hot or cold

Or whether everybody talks

I don’t want to call you maybe

Or see your gannam style

I frankly want you to go away

And don’t need 50 ways to say goodbye

I’m not going to be whistling baby

And on my instrument I will not cry

I never want you back

And some nights I won’t even remember your name

So just sigh no more 

Dead Poet Society

Addison Callahan

3/3/13

Poetry

Dead Poets Society Essay

            At a boarding school founded on the ideals of tradition, honor, discipline, and excellence there is little room for free thinking and new ideas. But when Mr. Keating arrives at Welton Academy he opens the eyes of his students through his very unique and radical teaching style. Through the creation of the Dead Poets Society seven of his students undergo a reawakening that will change their lives forever.

            Mr. Keating uses a lesson in which he has three students start walking in a circle until they finally end up with the same stride. In doing this he shows the boys the influence of society and conformity in their lives. He stresses the importance of the boys having their own voice and convictions in life. Like this lesson in poetry we are taught that we must have a conviction or power behind writing or else it will have been pointlessly written. This is prevalent in life as well for if someone has no conviction in what they do there isn't any point in them doing it. Through the poem “Knock Knock” by Daniel Beaty we saw the affect that conviction has on writing giving it more purpose and feeling.

             Another lesson Mr. Keating teaches the boys is to stand on top of their desks so that they will always look at things from a different perspective even if they think they know everything about it. This lesson shows the importance of always approaching things for another way in order to gain a better understanding of it. In poetry we must always remember to look at things from a new perspective to write new pieces and enhance them with even more detail. We better explored this ideal through Taylor Mali’s poem “Totally like Whatever You Know”.  We looked at the phrases so commonly in today’s world from a new perspective better opening our eyes to them as a whole.

            Dead Poet Society connects in many ways to our class as a whole. Through both we learned how to become better poetry writers as well as better people. Life like poetry must always have purpose and drive behind it which is why through these two experiences I believe I have gained a better sense of how to live in the future. 

Change Poem

The Greats

By: Addison Callahan

The Greats are more than names in books,

whispers through doors, 

and thoughts in dreams,

The Greats define their generations,

take sides,

fight battles,

and sometimes win wars,

The Greats are the initial,

original,

unique,

The Greats shook things up,

made new paths,

played by their own rules,

The Greats were strong,

passionate,

driven,

The Greats left us clues,

puzzles,

 and riddles to follow,

They gave us foot holds of their hands,

to push us up taller,

They let us stand on their shoulder of greatness,

bringing us up so we may always see a new perspective,

They pass their strength onto us so that we may be strong,

They encourage change and new world order,

They stand against the cruel and deceitful,

They lift up those who cannot stand on their own,

The Greats are not great....

they are The Change