The Final Notes

Lost forever in a sea of dreams

Full of hope never to surface

Like a sailor's burning ship in the ocean; never to be saved

A gentile candle's flame; turned in to a raging fire

The peace is shattered; a delicate weeping willow burned to the ground

Fire so strong that fierce winds and rain only add to the chaos

Earth cold and dark, light can not save anything

Nothing moves; the Earth is still and barren

Grassy plains and still forests are whipped by the wind and cloaked in a shadow

A shadow that will last forever

The air is sad and lifeless

Lingering with memories of the past

Memories of dancing winds, or a warm breeze that brushed against your face

Now the world is still, the last notes of a thousand century song play out

Finally, there is nothing

Realizations

*Authors Note:  This poem is actually kind of happy (no one dies, or is actually hurt).  it also follows a weird pattern: movement, self, woods, path, personification/metaphor,  personification/metaphor, Life/animals, life/earth, Something short, short, short, movement. 

Walking.  I am alone.  The woods surround me.  The dark dirt path disappears into the distance.  The mist clings to the trees, creating a surreal and magical scene.  Angel tears of light stream onto the leafy carpet.  Time stands still.  Animals are silent.  Life pauses and takes a deep breath of the cool fresh air.  The wind dances through.  The leaves rustle.  The noise drifts back.  I keep walking. 

I glide forward.  My feet barely even touch the ground.  The woods whisper.  The hard packed path pushes me toward the light.  The gray clouds crack, letting their teardrops fall to earth.  Fat beads fall from the broken clouds.  Everything slows down.  Plants shiver.  Single drops of rain create a slow, steady beat.  The trees huddle closer.  Everything is protected.  Life moves on.  I keep walking. 

I push forward.  I can barely see the light, even though I am closer.  The woods are dark.  The path is the only thing that I can see.  Shadows dance and run, choking out everything except darkness.  The air is thick, trying to pull me back with it's grasping fingers. There is no color.  Animals retreat into the bushes.  Nothing lives in the darkness.  A single ray of light breaks through the leaves.  The plants rise up.  The path lightens.  I keep walking.

I walk past the last few trees.  I am alive.  The woods are gone.  The dirt path fades out in to a lush green meadow.  The light dances through the air.  The sad green weeds transform into beautiful wildflowers.   A single moment lasts forever.  Everything is alive.  Life surges and rushes through the air.  A soft breeze lazily drifts through.  Birds sing.  The earth takes deep breaths of the cool spring air.  The world is perfect.  I stop walking. 

Heathers

 She's walking through the hall.  Nobody looks directly at her.  Everyone wonders who she is.  Alone.  Oblivious.  That girl.  The one that nobody, yet everybody, wants to talk about.  She is new.  She is different.  Therefore, she is bad.  She knows this.  She is horribly, gut wrenchingly aware of this.  She just wants to blend in to the linoleum floors and badly plastered walls.  She will do whatever it takes to blend in.  No matter who else she has to hurt along the way.  She is a Heather. 

Heather, from the novel Speak, has some pretty big personality issues.  First, she's really annoying.  She's way to peppy and excited for that to be all she's thinking.  She acts like she is just the sweet girl from Ohio, but she's not afraid to stab people in the back.  She only cares about what people higher on the food chain think of her, not the lowly little outcast.  She acted like Melinda's friend until it cam in between her indentured service to the Marthas.  Then suddenly, once the Marthas stopped caring entirely, Melinda was suddenly good enough again.  She always pretends to be someone else to fit in, but then no one actually likes her for her personality.  She's a lot like Ruby from Lock and Key; she tries so hard to fit in, that she almost ruins her entire life.  Melinda tried to be a real friend to her, but the second that she really needed Heather, she completely dropped her for a better clique.  Who would even want to be friends with someone like that?She always pretends to be someone else to fit in, but then no one actually likes her for her personality.  She has to be a better person, or people will stop seeing the pretty outer shell, and realize how horrible she actually is.

 Heather has a slightly creepy obsession with becoming a Martha.  She Starts wearing matching sweater sets and wool lined pants.  She has a sudden urge to become charitable.  She has an unfunded love for crafts.  She tries to infiltrate a clique that she doesn't even honestly want to be in.  She spends all of her time running errands for people that don't care about her at all.  I find it ironic that her "best friend's" idols are a woman that spent five months in jail. Wondering why Martha Stewart was in jail?  She was found guilty of insider trading.  That is the "illegal buying and selling of securities by persons acting on privileged information."  Yeah; Martha Stewart had someone telling her what people were doing with their businesses so she could pretty much scam the stock market.  Classy, right. These are the people that can be bought.  Heather's just trying to become part of the easiest clique.  There are no real requirements.  It is one of the only groups that you can be a poseur.  You don't have to be smart or good at sports.  The biggest thing for Heather is that this group is still middle ground.  She's not super popular, or too low on the social pyramid.  This clique is Heathers gateway to the one thing that she wants most;to fit in.

 
Heather isn't even a real person,she's  just a symbol, a shadow.  She represents the people in every story; the girls that will give up the things that they love, for what they they think will make them happier.  The new girl that tries so hard to be normal that she becomes the complete opposite.   Heather, really needs to get your priorities straight before absolutely nobody cares about you.

Heather,

Hi, I just wanted to tell you that you have some pretty big personality issues.  First, you're really annoying.  You are a bigger gossipy-vain-cliquey-cheerleader-type than any of the actual cheerleaders.  You always pretend to be someone else to fit in, but then no one actually likes the real you.  Melinda tried to be a real friend to you, but the second that she really needed you, you completely dropped her.  Who would even want to be friends with someone like that? You have to be a better person, or people will stop seeing the pretty outer shell, and realize how horrible you actually are.  Heather, you don't see this, but you aren't even a real person, you're just a symbol, a shadow.  you represent the people in every story; the girls that will give up the things that they love, for what they they think will make them happier.  You're a lot like Ruby from Lock and Key; she tries so hard to fit in, that she almost ruins her entire life.  Look at yourself; you're anorexic, you spend all of your time running errands for people that don't care about you at all, and you dropped your one true friend so you didn't get banned from the Martha Stewart wannabe club.  Look at what happened to her anyway.  It's kind of ironic that your "best friend's" idols are a woman that spent five months in jail.  Heather, you really need to get your priorities straight before absolutely nobody cares about you.

Heather Essay Notes

Heathers

Care too much about their reputation. 

Don't want to be friends with people that are low on the "social pyramid." 

 Drop friends for "higher" people

Try to get people to help them once they realize that they don't have anyone else.

 Talk behind people's back.