Barbara Williams
This page is me.I am many things, and I guess now this is one of them. This is my story of how I came to be...... ^_^.....through poetry and other stuff like that...
I was born on Jan. 27th 1988, at Blogett hospital. I really don't remember that event too well, but I've been told I was there. I've been to that hospital several times in my exsistance after my birth, and it's kind of hard to imagine that such a tremendous event occered there. Mundane white washed walls and the standard pale, dust incrused floor tiles doesn't appear to me as exciting and exilerating event. But i guess that's how we all start or lives. Simple.
One thing I am not is a moring person. Is it really necessary to wake up early? If no one woke up early then there would be no unhappy people. Therefore, the world would be a better place.
Truly, I remember many things of my childhood. It was enjoyable; and i made the best out of my surroundings. My Grandmother Pine...
Grandmother Pine
She sits there today,
My Grandmother Pine,
On her rocking chair of dirt and leaves
And waves to the oncoming world,
With her knotted limbs,
In silent formation.
Her tenderness knits the coldest soul
And she weaves a quilt
That shelters a weary terrain.
Her mighty arms reach
To the ends of the earth
and are hugged by many children
who dare to climb through
her needles and threads.
They aspire to reach the sky,
Float among the stars,
And sail away to heaven.
And even though their faces crack
With laughter lines,
Like weathered cement,
She remains unchanged.
No creature can sop her devotion as
She sows her beauty to a dreary world
Through summer skies and winter rains.
She is the world’s,
And she is mine
My dear sweet Grandmother Pine.
wrote by Me:
Barbara Williams
This was my childhood.
As I grew, (slowly), I began to dicover art..... well sort of. I remember winning a coloring contest in kindergaren, and I got to ride with Santa Claus in the back of a cop car. When I tell people about my experience with Jolly Old Saint Nick, they often get the wrong impression of me. But I assure you dear reader, it was the prize for winning that contest.
ANYWAY, back on the topic of myself, I soon discovered in my teen years that I had a strong dislike for math or anything that called itself by a different name but was really math (you know who you are, Chemistry!).
Why I Hate Math Class
Someone in the back corner is tapping;
Tapping and tapping
A pencil,
To a silent rhythm in his head.
He is drumming solo,
With his imaginary band
In Reno,
With a sold out concert,
And young blonde girls chanting his name.
Sin(-x)=-sin(x)
Someone behind me is sleeping;
Dreaming and scheming
Of her escape
From this world of mortals.
She is flying on the backs of clouds, and amused by the masses below,
Who appear as tiny specks,
Or ants,
That she can crush between her fingers.
Cos(-x)=cos(x)
Someone in the front row is sketching;
Scribbling and doodling
A woman,
Who he wishes was real.
Her sketched eyes pierce his soul,
Like a blade through his flesh,
Cutting away at his thoughts.
She is smiling for him;
Only for him.
Tan(-x)=tan(x)
Once again by me
Barbara Williams
After I discovered my displeasure of all things math; I took an art class, and gained the knowledge of what art is and what it means to me. Dali, Van Gogh, and Esher became my favorites.
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