Blondie’s Poetry

Who am I? What can I put into words to answer that question? The one with the blue hair? The one who forgets what day it is most of the time? That person who wears that hat all the time? The one with all the anime stickers on her iPad? Is who we are based on what we do, How we spend our time, How we look, How we act, How we present ourselves What we are to others? Or is it how we think, How we feel, What we are to ourselves? Or both? Who am I, Really? How should I answer this? My thoughts of me, Or your thoughts of me? I don’t know what you think of me How do I seem to the world? Would I answer this, or would someone else? I don’t really know I suppose it is only a matter of perspective

It walks into the room, cloaked in darkness It looms over us, staring down With its cold eyes, a shade of silver ice It knows us, it is us All our thoughts, our lives, everything And as it steps closer, it smiles It sees something we do not, The present, a library of paths each leading elsewhere, uncertainty The past, nothing but a memory, slowly drifting Beliefs, values, time, knowledge, all the rest, that is what it is Our Worldview

My thoughts on this project- I liked this project because we were told to write a poem, and then as long as we followed the format of whatever poem we doing (like a haiku, or found poem) we could write what we wanted. It was kind of hard sometimes if I didn’t understand what we were supposed to do, but I eventually figured things out. Overall, I think this was a pretty good project. For some of the poems, I had fun writing them and I learned a lot of poetry terms and how to perform poetry, and also how to use book creator.

Graves As I look outside And see life all around me I think of the dead Lost and forgotten Deep beneath the heavy soil All alone, rotting In their graves, they lay Once dressed in fine clothes, now gone Do they wish for life?

 Boredom 

I sit, alone

I hear nothing but the thoughts in my head

Repeated over and over

It drives me mad

Then again, so would silence

I feel the suffocating weight of nothing

The dull emptiness 

I see only what I always see

Nothing new

How I crave something less tedious

The air around me is stale and nauseating

 I breath it in, wishing for something clear and light,

So I can escape   

I am tired of this faded world 


In case you were wondering, my name is not actually Blondie. It is Hannah. My friends started calling me that when my hair dye started fading and then it was blonde in a few spots. I have re-dyed my hair a couple times, they still call me Blondie, but I’ve accepted the fact that they will always call me that, and I don’t mind it anymore. I don’t really know what else to put, so I’ll put some random facts about me below: I. Favourite song (It changes a lot, but as of right now this is my favourite) - Won’t Stand Down by Muse II. I like to use Roman numerals when I make lists III. Currently reading Dune by Frank Herbert IV. Top three favourite movies: Blade, Deadpool 2, and Birds of Prey V. Least favourite food: coconut Anyway, I hope you enjoyed reading all my poems, and have a nice day (or night)!

BLONDIE’S BLOG

All About Blondie (a.k.a Hannah)

My Worldview As difficult to write a simile about it as it is to play ‘louie louie’ on the clarinet As important as anyone else&apos;s worldview As simple as it is to complete this assignment As twisted as Arby’s curly fries As open-minded as brain surgery As Orwellian as Big Brother As fatalistic as Armageddon As valuable as my book collection As evolving as the universe As insightful as Dr. Manhattan

Me trying to type something while losing focus with a clock in the background

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Boon, the best dog ever You are gone now, I should not, but I still think of you dying Of that sickness growing in your bones laying on that table, in that sad little room, where you took your last breath, Where you were put to sleep, at last, and your pain finally ended And mine continued, for I lost another companion a day before I do like to think of you in some place happy, At the river maybe, you loved it so much there, Playing in the water It was your favourite But every time I think of you, I think your death, of you dying once more Of the pain you felt You were crying And so was I, There I was, watching you fade away, And now you are ashes in a wooden box

War There was war Remember Do you remember? Always been at war Since the beginning of life, The beginning of history The beginning Without break Always the same Do you remember? A legend of death, treachery You invented it, you believe in it You remember now

Time Time is the endless journey, the Grains of sand in the hourglass slowly falling, the Thoughts of wasted dreams we once dreamt, it is the Sounds of past, present, and future that scream in our heads, the Continuous reality in which we live, the Inescapable force hanging over our heads, it is the Master of our world, the Unseen entity which controls us all

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