TRYING TO GET THIS POEM INTO THE MAGAZINE! :)
http://teenink.com/poetry/free_verse/article/353305/She-Dances/
Jul 28, 2011
Jul 25, 2011
Jul 24, 2011
College Essay Ideas(?)
Among the many thoughts that I have in my head right now, the most prominent one has to be the "College Essay." I know it is summer and I know that technically I shouldn't really be thinking about this until next summer. But I can't help it. One of my main ideas would be related to a certain image that I've come to love: a feather breaking off into four birds. Now what I'd like to talk about in my essay is the fact that something already delicate and beautiful can wander off and turn into something greater through exploration and freedom. It is ironic for the feather itself obviously comes from a bird. I definitely want to go into this topic more and pick out the irony and how I can link it to my own life. I'd probably link it to certain events in my life that have made me wander away from my past selves which I had previously thought to be to its highest potentials and have made me slowly become something better, though I am still improving every single day.
Another idea would definitely be more personal. Again, I'd be brought back to write about how my two cousins passed away in 2009 December and how that crushed me much more than it already had 6 months later when I found out that my father received a job in the same place they had been living. If he had gotten that job six months before that, I could've visited, I could've seen them a last time and I would not have taken my family for granted. That could definitely be a possible idea for a college essay.
Recently received a book with a bunch of motivational quotes, so maybe that'll serve as prompts.
Pride
You're spine looks so tender;
vulnerable to the lowest degree.
Make sure to stand straight;
for the opportune will abuse thee.
vulnerable to the lowest degree.
Make sure to stand straight;
for the opportune will abuse thee.
Jul 22, 2011
Jul 14, 2011
GOING BACK TO LE PIANO
tried it last night
fell in love all over again
third street music school whatup
next year will be phenomenalll
fell in love all over again
third street music school whatup
next year will be phenomenalll
Jul 10, 2011
PUBLISHED
For my birthday this year,
my mom published my poems into a book called "A Penny for your Thoughts."
She sneakily translated them too so the book is bilingual.
The book was published in Mexico and is not like any normal book.
It is what they call an "object book."
Basically, it is in the shape of a can and on top there is a slot to put a coin in
to match the title "A Penny for your Thoughts."
The point is to make a wish by placing a coin in and THEN reading the poems.
I can't ask for a more beautiful present.
Paola Garces is a published author :)
Jul 8, 2011
MY BROWN EXPERIENCE
I am never going to forget these past two weeks of my life. I have never laughed so much, felt more happy. There is just no other way to explain it. I don't want to write a long post about this because for once, I want to soak in the greatness of something and keep it for myself. The amount of things that I have learned and the amount that I've opened up to certain people just blows my mind. I never thought that it could be so easy. After being at the same school for so long, this was extremely refreshing for me and I just couldn't have asked for a more wonderful start to the summer.
Sanctuary: A Dance with the Meadow
My little eyes scanned the meadow verdure that was taller than the coal curls developing on my scalp
and its brothers and sisters and mothers were so united to each other
that they multiplied into hundreds and thousands,
way
above.
The green stretched for miles and I raced the breeze that slid across the
families of weeds that lay in front of me.
They smelled of beauty, so soft-
so delicate.
They laced around each other,
as I mimicked
their
every
twist and sway
from the hill above.
The occasional humming bird came and sucked at the droplets
that lay on the tips of the leaves and I'd chase it away,
Do not bother the life here.
As the sky would open up and pour its sweet tears out
onto the meadow, I'd sprint through it
feeling the slosh and the brown soil
Serenity filled me,
as I claimed this sanctuary of mine.
And I-
I was in harmony as a sister of the grass.
and its brothers and sisters and mothers were so united to each other
that they multiplied into hundreds and thousands,
way
above.
The green stretched for miles and I raced the breeze that slid across the
families of weeds that lay in front of me.
They smelled of beauty, so soft-
so delicate.
They laced around each other,
as I mimicked
their
every
twist and sway
from the hill above.
The occasional humming bird came and sucked at the droplets
that lay on the tips of the leaves and I'd chase it away,
Do not bother the life here.
As the sky would open up and pour its sweet tears out
onto the meadow, I'd sprint through it
feeling the slosh and the brown soil
Serenity filled me,
as I claimed this sanctuary of mine.
And I-
I was in harmony as a sister of the grass.
Jul 5, 2011
Distance
The dawn has awakened me
Away from you, and I barely exist
The night dismissed its bulbs above your sky
In sync,
we wander though apart.
Jul 1, 2011
How to fit in in NYC (do not take this seriously)
When you travel to the Big Apple, you'll see that it is an ethnic pot. Not only that, but you'll also see people of very young ages whom don't look as young as they should look; they're the ones wearing the see through shirts and lace bandeau's underneath. There will also be very old people whom don't look as old as they should look; they're the ones wearing piled on Sephora make up arranged by the Union Square 5th avenue prestige stylers. New York City isn't what it seems. In fact, you'll find that it is not at all what you judged through the movies, it is better.
You might not know who to hang out with when you arrive. You'll see people with the high wasted ripped jean shorts, the crop top, the vintage necklace and the combat boots; those are the hipsters. If you like to shop at Buffalo Exchange and other vintage boutiques, get to know them. I will tell you one thing; get used to neck cramps! Hipsters (most of them) carry huge nikon, olympus or canon cameras around their neck to capture every photo they find "artistic." For example, a pigeon pecking at a trash may suddenly look beautiful and I guarantee, the flash will go off. FInally, if you like to "smoke up," and flaunt your unreasonably priced pack of cigarettes, hipsters are the right group for you.
Now, if hipsters hate something more than anything in the world, it's the upper east side prep kids. These are the ones that you'll find strolling in Central Park for fun, or taking limos four blocks away just to get to Starbucks. You will walk past them and choke on their Ralph Lauren cologne and perfume and suddenly you'll just know, "Prep." If you're into surfing, please sit with the prep kids at lunch. And when you do, please come back and tell me where exactly they surf, because I guarantee there is nowhere in this city where you can. After a while, you'll either feel right at home with them. However, unless you own at least two Hampton's houses, or play lacrosse, good luck.
At the Trash and Vaudeville shop on St. Marks downtown, you'll find a lot of what we'd call; goth. This store is the center for the people who like the fully laced thigh high combat boots, the striped black and white tights, the corsets which they believe to be fashionable and the abnormal yet apparently stylish faerie wings. You might go up to them and say, "Hey, do you know where the coal black eye liner is?" They'll either stare at you and smirk or give you directions with the most complex and pessimistic words. At that point, you will either realize that this is not you're clique or you will suddenly feel as though Trash and Vaudeville is the place for you.
You'll be strolling down the street, or waiting on a corner to cross the road, when swoosh, some asshole bmx biker or skateboarder will literally slide only inches away from your toes. These guys are generally going towards Washington Square Park; the center for the "pot-heads" and the "crackies." You'll find that what most of them do is quite entertaining, such as painting and drawing. Certainly it's beautiful, but there's only one problem. It's on our building's walls, everywhere around the city. That's right, it's graffiti and it has their names all over it. You'll find that a lot of these guys are incredibly conceited, and basically pose for the ridiculous hipsters that come over with their fish eye lenses in order to post it on Facebook.
Sometimes you'll walk by teenagers with the boom boxes in their hands. Along with them, there will usually be a group of girls whom you will easily identify because of the big hoop earrings, the skin tight jeans and the tight shirt that tends to show off a little bit more of skin then the average person would prefer. These guys and girls will probably be fist pumping and shaking body parts that shouldn't be shaken to the music being blasted in public from these boxes.
The Big Apple is an ethnic pot. What you thought you knew from the movies isn't quite the same anymore, is it?
You might not know who to hang out with when you arrive. You'll see people with the high wasted ripped jean shorts, the crop top, the vintage necklace and the combat boots; those are the hipsters. If you like to shop at Buffalo Exchange and other vintage boutiques, get to know them. I will tell you one thing; get used to neck cramps! Hipsters (most of them) carry huge nikon, olympus or canon cameras around their neck to capture every photo they find "artistic." For example, a pigeon pecking at a trash may suddenly look beautiful and I guarantee, the flash will go off. FInally, if you like to "smoke up," and flaunt your unreasonably priced pack of cigarettes, hipsters are the right group for you.
Now, if hipsters hate something more than anything in the world, it's the upper east side prep kids. These are the ones that you'll find strolling in Central Park for fun, or taking limos four blocks away just to get to Starbucks. You will walk past them and choke on their Ralph Lauren cologne and perfume and suddenly you'll just know, "Prep." If you're into surfing, please sit with the prep kids at lunch. And when you do, please come back and tell me where exactly they surf, because I guarantee there is nowhere in this city where you can. After a while, you'll either feel right at home with them. However, unless you own at least two Hampton's houses, or play lacrosse, good luck.
At the Trash and Vaudeville shop on St. Marks downtown, you'll find a lot of what we'd call; goth. This store is the center for the people who like the fully laced thigh high combat boots, the striped black and white tights, the corsets which they believe to be fashionable and the abnormal yet apparently stylish faerie wings. You might go up to them and say, "Hey, do you know where the coal black eye liner is?" They'll either stare at you and smirk or give you directions with the most complex and pessimistic words. At that point, you will either realize that this is not you're clique or you will suddenly feel as though Trash and Vaudeville is the place for you.
You'll be strolling down the street, or waiting on a corner to cross the road, when swoosh, some asshole bmx biker or skateboarder will literally slide only inches away from your toes. These guys are generally going towards Washington Square Park; the center for the "pot-heads" and the "crackies." You'll find that what most of them do is quite entertaining, such as painting and drawing. Certainly it's beautiful, but there's only one problem. It's on our building's walls, everywhere around the city. That's right, it's graffiti and it has their names all over it. You'll find that a lot of these guys are incredibly conceited, and basically pose for the ridiculous hipsters that come over with their fish eye lenses in order to post it on Facebook.
Sometimes you'll walk by teenagers with the boom boxes in their hands. Along with them, there will usually be a group of girls whom you will easily identify because of the big hoop earrings, the skin tight jeans and the tight shirt that tends to show off a little bit more of skin then the average person would prefer. These guys and girls will probably be fist pumping and shaking body parts that shouldn't be shaken to the music being blasted in public from these boxes.
The Big Apple is an ethnic pot. What you thought you knew from the movies isn't quite the same anymore, is it?
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