Friday, September 10, 2010

The importance of literature and literacy (school)

The importance of literature and literacy

Garret Knox

Literature it can be so much more then reading a book or an inspiring quotes. It can take you around the world and back all from sitting on your couch. All by reading books, articles, magazines the list is endless. But does that really make it important? To some maybe to others maybe not to me it all depends on what it is and how real it is to me.

Books can take you where ever and coolest of all when ever. I just find it to be ever so fascinating on how you can just read about battles of the Spartans or battles about how dragons are being slayed. It can be as if you are there with them seeing them right before your eyes fighting an epic battle or having an epic love story. Either way it can be amazing if you can rap yourself around all of it.

What makes good literature? For some it might be that it’s a fantasy world of craziness or that it’s down to earth and real. For me it needs to be from the heart then and only then can you truly see the author’s intentions of the story or what ever it may be. When it comes from the heart it truly has meaning and it makes you feel or really get into the literature.

Now to ask is literature important? I would say yes it is to those who want to enhance their knowledge of the world, history, people and their statement’s of the world or whatever it just might be. Literature is also just something that you can read and escape from the world or your problems or maybe sometimes its nice to read about someone else who’s going through the exact same thing as you because reading it, it can give you hope or strength to get through the hard times. Those are just minor reasons why it is important to take advantage of reading whatever you can enjoy.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Thought You Were The One


You’re the one who holds my heart
You’re the one who threw it all away
Wishing my love for you would die
Wishing I could stop the tears
I cry, O how I cry, a tear for every memory of you
I thought you were the one
But all I see is you turn around and run
Saying “Time, I just need more time.”
Asking if what she’s doing is fine
Only wishing that I could call you mine
Only wishing that you would stay tonight
Wanting to hold you tight
Wanting to give you my first and last kiss
You’re the one that my heart will always miss
You’re the one that always wants something more
I see you leaving me; walking out that door
I see there’s nothing I can do or say to make you stay
Now I hit the floor crying my broken heart out
Wondering what you don’t see in me
Wondering why we can’t be
You’re the one that I love
You’re the one I wanted to call you my dove
I thought you were the one
Now its over with the click of a gun

this poem I wrote because of a girl who I like a lot to the point of love but she said no to me 8 times so I wrote this I wish I could add more like I have the words but I cant put them in the right way but I know that I will write more about this and what happened I'm just way to depressed right now to do anything

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Razor blade tears


the tears run down my face like razor blades but not a million fights could make me hate you because babe cant you see its you and me for I was brought into this world to show you my love wont you be my dove you tell me that we will never be your breaking my heart your breaking my heart for its over its over we never were and never will be my UN dieing love shall never leave when I was with you I felt almost alive for you make me feel so good I come alive why must you leave me half alive for you and me are no longer meant to be for you tell him you love him as you leave that knife in my heart and walk away the tears run down for you please tell me you will stay you will love me tell me the words I need to hear but you leave tell me that your with him and will be for a while your words make me with i had never been brought into this world for I'm not good enough for you for I never will be you make my cry I wish I could die you tell me not to cry for there's another for me when we both know there's no one for me for its over its over its over

Before I meet you Before you meet me


Before I meet you Before you meet me

before I meet you
it felt like I was always feeling blue
girl with you I will always stay true
before I meet you before you meet me
I was all alone in this world
you were no where to be found
you wouldn't make a sound
my heart is all around all over on the ground
until that day we found each other
before I meet you I could see that we
were never meant to be
I see that your just a flirt
another girl wearing that black skirt
you make me feel like dirt
before we meet each other
before I meet you before you meet me
I could see I was free to be
we will never be
now that I can see
that your just a flirt
who makes guys feel like dirt
your tell me just to move on
this is why I write this love song
because everything feels so wrong
I wish I could just go to bed
leave this life that iv lead
that this is all just a dream
that's the way it may seem

My reason for writing this poem would probably be because I really really really liked this girl. So I let her know how I felt then she acted as if I never existed when I was near her so I saw her wearing a black skirt. So as I like to do is I just took the pen to paper and this came from it.

Hurt (poem)


Hurt

these scars have cut me so deep
that they make me want to weep
you have hurt my heart
right from the start
your poison dart has been shot through my heart
I stand here broken
unspoken away from you
so I fall to my knees father god hear my plead
my hurt heart is broken and shattered all for her
I am hurt
I feel like dirt
so clean me up
take the mud out of my eyes
I'm sick of all these lies
lift my hands to the sky
all for you father
you bring me to my knees
your the only one who can see
lord you set me free
because I am hurt
again I feel like dirt
all because of that skirt
she seems to be just another flirt
all because I'm hurt
father god bring me back
to your place of peace
for you my heart will never stops
lord your the only one for me
only you can set me free
were meant to be
I just couldn't see
that its you and me forever
I will leave you never
for you are my savior
and I crave your healing hands
so that I may stand
for all that I am upon you

Keep Your Head Up and Breath (poem)



Keep Your Head Up and Breath

girl with you I'm only happy
but you don't want me to get sappy
will you be mine
with you I will shine just fine
when I'm with you I can breath I can stand tall
babe your all that I want your all that I need
with you I'm all that I can be
I'm finally free to breath
why cant just see
that we should always be
baby with you I'm finally free to breath
so I will lift my head
and breath in and out
I love you with you a doubt
this love makes me want to shout
even when I could die
if I'm with you that would be alright
because I just look into your eyes
and everything disappears with all my fears
leaving these tears
I will keep my head up
because I'm finally free to breath

Sick or Sane (pome)



Sick or Sane

this pain wont you go away
There is nothing that I can say
I ask myself why am I this way
if only she would stay
but they take me away
don't worry about this flurry
as I hold out my shaking hand and he gives me medicine
and all this makes me feel at home
that my mind is left to roam
then I lost control of the only thing
in life that I thought I had a hold on
for what can I say
what has made me this way
am I a little sick or a little sane
does anyone feel this pain
as I lay here in the pouring rain
but don't worry all this makes me feel at home
to know that they slowly steal my soul
the white coats just don't get it
I'm a genius with a head ace
so I take a pill everyday to help me deal with life
its what makes me drop that knife during the strife
My best friend is a man with a lab coat
so I hold my shaking had and he gives me medicine
As I hope that my mother and father think
that they raised a healthy boy
there is nothing that I can say
as my tongue daces behind my lips
I sit here in the pouring rain
asking am I a little sick or a little sane

I wrote this poem because I heard a song that was extremely good. So I took some of the words from it and expanded upon those words. Then made them so that they fit together and sounded good with the imagery and rhyming.