Adrielle Massey
Personal Poem
Sophomore English
6 February 2007
Death is calling me.
It is an infant beckoning to its mother.
I imprison It in a barred crib in my mind.
It grabs at my soul as a child grabs its mother's skirt.
"Please! Leave me be! I beg you, not tonight," I plead.
It calls again, "You'll never leave me will you mother?"
I sob and know that for another night I am defeated.
Death stabs again.
It's reaching, reaching, reaching for something deeper.
Its tiny hands knock against something hollow.
CLUNK! CLUNK! CLUNK!
Death begins to beat against it.
It's beating, beating, beating in sync with my heart.
I fall again into myself...into what Death calls home.
It smiles as it screams.
Its cries are nails on a chalk board.
It's scratching, beating, terrorizing my hard heart until it opens.
Death enters and begins to scream once more.
Its sated cries pierce through me, and echo through my hollow cavity.
Death begins to dance.
Spinning, twirling, spiraling in circles,
Never ending until I cease to exist.
And then, when I am nothing it whispers.
Whispers softly in my ear,
"I'll be back in the morning."
okay, so before you judge me by saying that i need mental help, please allow me to explain. i thought that it would be funny to portray death as a baby. perhaps that is sick in itself, but i don't actually feel this way.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Myth of Persephone
Adrielle Maassey
Cereal Box Story
Sophomore English
March 6, 2008
Zeus, the god of the gods, got jiggy with Demeter, because he does the whole incest thing. Then together Demeter bore Persephone, and she loved her very much. Persephone was a rambunctious child. She named all the plants and liked to paint them. I know, I was there.
Hiya, my name is shoe and I am Persephone’s conscience. She doesn't listen very often, but whatever. So there I was hanging with my self in Persephone's head, when she was painting some flowers. I'm not very artistic so I satisfied myself with some wine and music.
I was past the point of silliness when Persephone saw a bush. She eyed it for so me time, and she couldn't decide whether she liked it or not. Now, something that can capture Persephone's attention completely deserved to be looked at by me. She would have decided that she liked it, if she had come to the conclusion by herself, but there I was, intoxicated.
"Pull it up!" I laughingly yelled spilling some wine.
So, the one time she decides to listen to me we all get screwed over. She pulled up the bush with some struggle, but eventually her god-like strength triumphed, and the bush emerged from the ground. She threw it carelessly aside and continued to paint the flowers. I told her to color them brown but she refused.
From where she pulled the bush from the earth there laid a huge open hole into the black earth. Persephone paid it no mind and continued to paint. She didn't notice that the hole was growing larger until it was big enough to fit a small shed. I was dancing and singing "Happy Birthday, Mr. President" and gave it no mind.
So then Hades, Lord of the dead and brother to Demeter, arose from the hole riding in a black chariot which was pulled by horses as black as ebony. He gave Persephone a nasty grin, took her by the arm, and took us down into the seemingly endless abyss. I was giggling hysterically, but Persephone began to cry. Soon I passed out.
I awoke a week later with a line of drool from the corner of my mouth to the floor. I wiped it away with my sleeve and sat up trying to figure out what had been going on. I found out that Hades had been trying to beguile Persephone with gifts. She had refused them all and had pretended that they held no value to her, when really all she wanted to do was relish in the gifts bestowed upon her. She had refused to eat, but all thee time she was starving.
I knew that I was the reason for our unfavorable predicament. I soon became depressed and drank to get rid of my blues. The straight vodka burned my throat, but eventually loosed my joints and my tongue.
"Man, I'm starving Persephone! Eat something!"
Little did I know that this was the exact opposite of what she should have done. For earlier, once Demeter had found out what had become of her darling daughter she went to Mount Olympus and pled to Zeus for the return of her daughter, but to her dismay Zeus thought that the marriage was a grand idea and told her no.
Demeter got very, very angry and nothing on the earth grew. Zeus soon saw this and summoned Demeter to Mount Olympus. There he told her that she may go and retrieve her daughter from the underworld. So she sent Hermes to fetch Persephone.
However, Persephone had been stupid enough to listen to me, and accepted six seeds of a pomegranate from her little servant boy, that Hades had given her. She was overjoyed when Hermes came and took her above ground to her mother. I was so happy that I drank to celebrate.
Well, as it tuned out, because Persephone listened to me when I told her to eat something she technically had to stay with Hades, but Zeus feared Demeter's wrath on the land, so he came up with a compromise. Persephone would live for six months with her mother and six months with Hades.
So that is how the seasons came to be. When Persephone is with her mother the earth flourishes and is bountiful with green plants, but when she is away from her mother the land is desolate and covered with white snow.
so, in this one,we had to pick a god or goddess and rewrite a myth about them. i did, and incorporated myself into the story as Persephone's drunken conscience. yeah...
Cereal Box Story
Sophomore English
March 6, 2008
Zeus, the god of the gods, got jiggy with Demeter, because he does the whole incest thing. Then together Demeter bore Persephone, and she loved her very much. Persephone was a rambunctious child. She named all the plants and liked to paint them. I know, I was there.
Hiya, my name is shoe and I am Persephone’s conscience. She doesn't listen very often, but whatever. So there I was hanging with my self in Persephone's head, when she was painting some flowers. I'm not very artistic so I satisfied myself with some wine and music.
I was past the point of silliness when Persephone saw a bush. She eyed it for so me time, and she couldn't decide whether she liked it or not. Now, something that can capture Persephone's attention completely deserved to be looked at by me. She would have decided that she liked it, if she had come to the conclusion by herself, but there I was, intoxicated.
"Pull it up!" I laughingly yelled spilling some wine.
So, the one time she decides to listen to me we all get screwed over. She pulled up the bush with some struggle, but eventually her god-like strength triumphed, and the bush emerged from the ground. She threw it carelessly aside and continued to paint the flowers. I told her to color them brown but she refused.
From where she pulled the bush from the earth there laid a huge open hole into the black earth. Persephone paid it no mind and continued to paint. She didn't notice that the hole was growing larger until it was big enough to fit a small shed. I was dancing and singing "Happy Birthday, Mr. President" and gave it no mind.
So then Hades, Lord of the dead and brother to Demeter, arose from the hole riding in a black chariot which was pulled by horses as black as ebony. He gave Persephone a nasty grin, took her by the arm, and took us down into the seemingly endless abyss. I was giggling hysterically, but Persephone began to cry. Soon I passed out.
I awoke a week later with a line of drool from the corner of my mouth to the floor. I wiped it away with my sleeve and sat up trying to figure out what had been going on. I found out that Hades had been trying to beguile Persephone with gifts. She had refused them all and had pretended that they held no value to her, when really all she wanted to do was relish in the gifts bestowed upon her. She had refused to eat, but all thee time she was starving.
I knew that I was the reason for our unfavorable predicament. I soon became depressed and drank to get rid of my blues. The straight vodka burned my throat, but eventually loosed my joints and my tongue.
"Man, I'm starving Persephone! Eat something!"
Little did I know that this was the exact opposite of what she should have done. For earlier, once Demeter had found out what had become of her darling daughter she went to Mount Olympus and pled to Zeus for the return of her daughter, but to her dismay Zeus thought that the marriage was a grand idea and told her no.
Demeter got very, very angry and nothing on the earth grew. Zeus soon saw this and summoned Demeter to Mount Olympus. There he told her that she may go and retrieve her daughter from the underworld. So she sent Hermes to fetch Persephone.
However, Persephone had been stupid enough to listen to me, and accepted six seeds of a pomegranate from her little servant boy, that Hades had given her. She was overjoyed when Hermes came and took her above ground to her mother. I was so happy that I drank to celebrate.
Well, as it tuned out, because Persephone listened to me when I told her to eat something she technically had to stay with Hades, but Zeus feared Demeter's wrath on the land, so he came up with a compromise. Persephone would live for six months with her mother and six months with Hades.
So that is how the seasons came to be. When Persephone is with her mother the earth flourishes and is bountiful with green plants, but when she is away from her mother the land is desolate and covered with white snow.
so, in this one,we had to pick a god or goddess and rewrite a myth about them. i did, and incorporated myself into the story as Persephone's drunken conscience. yeah...
Book Review
Adrielle Massey
Book Review Essay
Sophomore English
22 January 2008
The Giving Tree is a wonderous book with intriguing evasive qualities, simple writing, but complex concepts that makes one prod their cerebellum with a sharp stick.
The book is a mystery in itself. The reader does not know very much about the tree or the boy. The author, Shel Silverstein, does not provide a name, as the young human is simply referred to as "the boy" and the tree is just that, "the tree." The reader has no idea where this depressing story is taking place, but the lack of titles and locations makes the story universal and identifiable for anyone willing to set eyes on the book and intake the information it is offering.
As The Giving Tree is only approximatley 52 pages long and posesses a facile language; it is considered a children's book. This makes the book easy to understand with uncomplex words. There are no puns or idoms, the words that make up the story are very direct, understandable by everyone. A child of five to whom is being read a bedtime story can relate to the story the same as a 50-year-old college English professor who just wished to read a well-written piece of literature.
Now, even though the book has an easy way of putting words together it still makes the reader ponder the actions of the characters long after the last page is turned and the book is returned to the dusty shelves it calls home. The Giving Tree is an engaging piece of literature with an elaborate message. This message is so valuable to everyone because however the reader interperates it, the answer is always correct. The book explores the natural evils of humanity, and whether one can bring themself to understand or deem the lack of generosity of the boy unforgivable, either are acceptable.
The Giving Tree is one of the best books ever written because of its obscure yet tantalizing qualities. The book takes such effortless understanding that anyone can enjoy it. Best of all, it is an intricate story of a boy and tree that is elaborate but not impossible to understand.
so this assignment was okay. Not too terrible, but not fun...just an assignment...
Book Review Essay
Sophomore English
22 January 2008
The Giving Tree is a wonderous book with intriguing evasive qualities, simple writing, but complex concepts that makes one prod their cerebellum with a sharp stick.
The book is a mystery in itself. The reader does not know very much about the tree or the boy. The author, Shel Silverstein, does not provide a name, as the young human is simply referred to as "the boy" and the tree is just that, "the tree." The reader has no idea where this depressing story is taking place, but the lack of titles and locations makes the story universal and identifiable for anyone willing to set eyes on the book and intake the information it is offering.
As The Giving Tree is only approximatley 52 pages long and posesses a facile language; it is considered a children's book. This makes the book easy to understand with uncomplex words. There are no puns or idoms, the words that make up the story are very direct, understandable by everyone. A child of five to whom is being read a bedtime story can relate to the story the same as a 50-year-old college English professor who just wished to read a well-written piece of literature.
Now, even though the book has an easy way of putting words together it still makes the reader ponder the actions of the characters long after the last page is turned and the book is returned to the dusty shelves it calls home. The Giving Tree is an engaging piece of literature with an elaborate message. This message is so valuable to everyone because however the reader interperates it, the answer is always correct. The book explores the natural evils of humanity, and whether one can bring themself to understand or deem the lack of generosity of the boy unforgivable, either are acceptable.
The Giving Tree is one of the best books ever written because of its obscure yet tantalizing qualities. The book takes such effortless understanding that anyone can enjoy it. Best of all, it is an intricate story of a boy and tree that is elaborate but not impossible to understand.
so this assignment was okay. Not too terrible, but not fun...just an assignment...
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