My Earliest Poems

"Ocean"

The ocean is a whole new world
waiting to be discovered
No one knows
except the ocean's creatures
what treasures wait inside
With parades of fish
and a sea of salt water
the ocean is like the sky
"Why do they stay here?"
the sand might ask
"Because we must stay together,"
the ocean replies
and crashed against the sand
whispering stories about its life


"The Tiger"

The tiger jumps down from the hill
His hope
and lands in a sea of roses
His unhappiness
and scampers away from his dreams


Fishes swim down Moonstone creek
ignoring the treasure that most long to seek
The crabs look underneath rocks
Everyone is silent, no one talks
Dragonflies soar, looking up above
A small green branch is carried by a dove
They finally give up, toads and one gup
when the sunset brings sorrow 'till tomorrow


"Up in the Hopeful Sky"

Up in the hopeful sky
cloud women dance
Doves fly with graceful speed
The horses stomp and prance
But farther up
stars twinkle bright
when the moon shows its face
to say "Good night"


*I wrote these poems in 5th grade.

T-Shirt Design

Self-explanatory.

Interpretive Model

For this project we had to choose one word from our Folded Field project and create a model based on it. I chose "continual." We created our model out of foam core, cutting about 30 separate layers and then gluing them together. Each individual layer had to be cut before it was glued. The "void"(or space cut away), not the model itself, was to show the interpretation.

My model is very mathematical. With each successive layer more foam is cut away. My idea was to create a continuous spatial sequence that would ideally extend to infinity had I included more layers. It resembles an escalating staircase. If you study it closely you can see that the void and model are inverses of each other.

Folded Field

We were given an image with a grid of lines which we translated onto another sheet of paper, making the lines solid, dotted, or dashed, and with varying line weights. Then we had to make three cuts in the paper and multiple folds along the lines to transform it into a "folded field." Lastly, we were to include three words describing our manipulation of the paper. Mine were "continual," "collapse," and "displace." The idea was to create a "spatial sequence."

Figure-Ground Line Translation

For this project we had to take a photograph of an everyday object and then redraw it on a larger scale. We had to identify the figure vs. ground and draw horizontal lines with varying line weights every 1/16th of an inch down the paper. Dark, heavy lines represent the figure. My picture is of a few displaced bricks near a sidewalk.

Ice cream and fruit

Words to Live by

This is a "Found poem." You look through magazines, newspapers, etc. and cut out words/phrases to rearrange and make into a whole new message!

Winter

South Dakota

Arizona

At the University

My Quotations

My imagination is my greatest gift, yet my greatest fear.

The reason for our lives does not lie in the heavens above, or the lands below, but within ourselves.

The brave do not go looking for trouble, but never run from it, either.

Be yourself and your true friends will come to you.

Future dreams always begin in the past.

If you're just living to die, try dying to live.

The most difficult battle to fight is the one inside yourself.

I admire those who attempt to fly-even if they fall, they have made it farther than those who've kept their feet on the ground.

Everything I create is a part of me.

For all I had done, I always wish I had done more.

I found my vision early in life. I held on to it. I kept it in my mind. I spoke it, dreamt of it, lived it, breathed it. I became the human embodiment of it. I never let anyone tell me otherwise. I just kept believing in it, that something as grand and beautiful as it was possible, and that I would one day bring it into the real world...
...and I have.

We are the idealists: We envision the world, yet we are ultimately destroyed by it.

Whatever you have the power to create you also have the power to destroy. Whatever you have brought into your life you have the power to overcome.

I still have not learned to be different gracefully.

The more you drink of beauty, the more you dream your dream, the realer it will become to you.

A creation, an idea, does not have a reason or a process. It is birthed, as if spontaneously, out of the cage of the human soul.

Everyone is special to someone else.

We are what we most desire to be.

"Alphabet poem"

A sun sinks in the sky
Before I can drift into sleep
Covering the walls
Darkness encompasses all
Evening has set in
Farther, beyond my garden gate
Grows the start of another`s morning
Home seems just a speck of sand
In the sea of flowing time
Just an hour will pass
Killing the new day`s morning meal
Lapsing into
Minutes upon minutes of
Never-ending waking
Over the oceans in foreign lands
People moving on but never
Questioning why
Rolling numbers of recorded figures
Stop for no man
Time exists always
Under my sheltering covers dreams
Visit me
Washing away my consciousness
eXtending the sphere of unreality
Young and old move as one
Zzzzz.....



A "Concrete" poem

A/3 + (M-2(2)^(1/2))-19^3 = (-(8)^(1/2)) + T/3 - 6,859 + H
A/3 + M -19^3 = T/3 -6,859 + H
A/3 + M = T/3 + H
M + A = T + H