Friday, November 21st- Ekphrasis

 

The Scream
Edward Munch

He screams.
Screams for the voices in his head to shut up.
He rages for the emotions to stop flowing.
He cries out for someone to hear him in his days of despair and sadness.
He waits, by the shore watching the sunset to clear his mind.
Covers his ears from the sounds going on in his head.
Convincing voices, screaming voices.
While people stand and stare to see what goes on, he pleads and cries out for help.
The stress eats him alive, the voices chew at him.
He hopes that one day it will all end.

Thursday, November 20th- Emotions

Riley, a girl in a new town of San Francisco with so many emotions in her head.
Anger starts off a new day in a new town "Come on, you know you want to scream and punch things."
Joy takes over "Anger stop it, those things will not help these situations, come on honey cheer up. You will make new friends, you will like it here."
Sadness overcomes everything going on in her head.
She fears going to school the next day.
"I disgust moving, I'm angry we moved, I'm sad that I had to leave my friends, I fear the new school." Riley says to herself.
The next day comes, Riley goes off to school with many of the voices in her head.

November 17th- Found Poem

The Council Leader and the woman in gray are standing in the blackness of a door.
Silence, I'm on the floor.
I shakily get to my feet and stare into the door of blackness.
In the silence, two guards lift me up by my arms and handcuff my wrists behind me.
I am carried off outside into a paved courtyard where a white van sits parked.
Its rear doors open, I am thrown inside.
I struggle and kick where I am being bounced and thrown on its rusting metal van.
The journey goes on and on, I can see the back of the big woman's head, the one standing in the blackness of a door.
She is driving the van.

Friday, November 14th- Berlin Wall

It is November 7th, and the Berlin Wall is still up. Trapping us in the country, but blocking the "enemies" and "immigrants" out. Days here are hard, being supervised all the time and not being able to roam freely.
Some people want to leave, some people want to travel.
*The next few days pass by*
It is now November 9th, and they have announced that the citizens of Germany can now travel freely, the deconstruction of the wall is a great feeling.

Thursday, November 13th- Macabre Art

David Olere

The art so detailed, of death and skeletons. Give a eerie, sick feeling. The torture and neglect of many people led to death. The death of the sad and forgotten ones. Their souls are crying out for another chance.Unborn babies, died with no chance to live. The souls of the dead are being ripped away from them in the small, dark, nothingness.
Starvation was fed to them by the evil.

Wednesday, November 22- The Haunted House

The haunted house, creepily sitting there on the street of Black Wood. "Who lives there?' the kids that live across the street asked each other.
"I dunno, some mean old man" The boy replies.
The screams of the ghosts are heard all around the neighborhood. Where do they come from? There is only one place. The haunted house on Black Wood.
Don't go in there, you will be stuck inside forever. Kept a prisoner for the old man that dwells in that house.
People say, once you enter that house. You never come out.
The lady that used to live there with him, died of a cold heart. Stories tell that she was the witch of Black Wood. She walks the halls and corridors of the house, searching for more souls to torture and take.
The ghosts creep into the rooms of the night, watching the old man. "Bob! Stop saying to kill him! We can't! If we could I would have done it already!"
"Awww....." Bob sighs sadly. "But, but his soul looks so good to take!"
"I said stop."
The screams of the lady makes the ghosts cower.
"She's back. Everyone hide!"
As she creeps down the halls into the room of the old man, she slowly devours his soul.
"So she can kill him but we can't?!"
"Shut up Bob!"
The old mans ghost, stands over his body.
"What? Where am I! What?!" Whats happening!"
"You are here dear, and you will be with me, here. For the rest of eternity.

Friday, November 7th- Ewww... Thats creepy!

You would think, in a rich neighborhood with mansions that could swallow you whole. Would be happy and sunny all the time. Well I shall prove you wrong.
The fences are high, with sharp points at the end to keep intruders OUT. The only way in is the main entrance, that is covered in spider webs and filth..
This town is not ordinary, it is not like any other town you will come across.
The black clouds roll in as the sun starts to rise, this town is always dark. When you get the warning to leave, but your ignorant mind stays anyway. You will wish you had left the first day...
 There has always been death and torture, some people say they hear screaming in the streets at midnight. You may not believe that every mansion in this neighborhood is haunted by some tragic, gruesome death. And I shall prove you wrong once again, "Sir George" we used to call him lived in the mansion on the hill that you see the biggest and darkest mansion we have in this town. He was a very dark and tall person, always kept secrets and never let anyone in his privacy. Of course, he was married like no other man in this town, but one day... His wife disappeared, people thought he murdered her she was found in the street hanging from a pole with blood dripping into a puddle under her.
Ever since that day, we never heard from Sir George again. One of the townsmen went into the mansion wondered through the empty, silent, dark halls that led him to a room. A room with no light, the curtains weren't drawn with dead things piling up in the corners. Now this may be odd, but Sir George was found in his closet hanging, exactly like his wife with a slit throat.
As you creep out into the night exploring, you hear crunching of dead leaves and a shadow a few feet behind you.
Who could that be? Nobody knows, it could be your mind playing tricks on you.
"Oh! That stupid story the townsman told me has me all worked up!"
But its not just a stupid story, its the truth.
The night grows colder, and longer, and longer, and longer.
"Will the sun ever rise?'
*crunch crunch* "Wha?! What is that sound!"
*crunch crunch* *crunch crunch*
It grows silent... In the dark of the night, there is a cold breeze whistling throughout the night.
*crunch crunch crunch*
As the night grows into dawn, the crunching of the leaves continue, they come closer and closer.
Until finally.... The next day arrives.
*Newspaper Article*
"Man found dead in the town of DEATH "
So... The next time or will there even be a next time? Will you take your warning and stay away?