Didn’t a familiar proverb indicate you could comprehend a person by peering into their eyes? Anxiously terrified I stared into the crevasse of their eyes. However, glaring towards their face prompted thoughts of a lifeless star, their mouth only an empty,gaping laceration. Transfixed in a position, their chest would not budge. Arranged in a praying position, his hands hoped to reach someone. Looming overhead their frame, a visage of death. Amid an array of thoughts, I imagined a tradition initiated by the Romans, taking the flags of the conquered and laying it at the feet of the vanquisher. Instead, their frame represented a flag, while standing overhead would be the Reaper, the Vanquisher. Could I call myself human when I couldn’t yield a …show more content…
Glaring into her eyes, feeling the torment whirl within her as she nears the end, she reminisced about her life. “When we were younger, me and Bo would play hide and seek in the forest. In North Carolina, huge forests sprawled across acres of land, and I remember we found this watermelon patch not far from our house. We’d go down there and take watermelons along with any other fruit we see and run away before an old man would come out with his gun ha-ha! We’d do this for so many summers that man just started having a section of his farm just for us!” Evoked Bo’s sister. All I mustered, a light smirk, however, it only served as a facade as I listened to her story continuously I felt myself wanting to fracture into thousands of pieces. After hours of her recollection of the past, I trudged towards Bo’s room. Peeking inside, I could see cans of food with labels of the expiration dates written in sharpie scattered amid the room. Displayed on his wall, his pieces of artwork of caricatures of an assortment of creatures with phrases plucked from the bible gave his room an ambience of serenity. Though amongst his artwork were abstract pieces, filled to the brim with hearts with sayings such as, “I LOVE U GUYS FOREVER”, with my family’s name at the bottom. Biting my lip, I wanted to wail out loud, but I felt as if I couldn’t at all. Feeling dizzy, I leaned against the wall, panting heavily as …show more content…
You’d think being carbon copies, a yearning would spark between the both of you, yet, an old proverb materializes in my mind and reminds me of the lukewarm truth, affection and compatibility do not correlate. Fully remembering what transpired during the trip to visit Bo, nestled in the corner of the backseat. Squarely transfixed on my iPhone, I’d wait patiently to notice my phone’s screen to illuminate with a text message from her. Meeting at the beginning of 7th grade, I grew an affection for her, an individual who had read Anna Karenina, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep, and a variety of other classics, who analyzed politics and would earnestly chat about it, willing to venture into the philosophy of life and daily tasks. We’d developed a closer tie, texting constantly as we relished conversing with each other on a daily basis, every day we would find ourselves in 6 hour conversation.Developing tenderness for her was through her tribulations. Confronting similar dilemmas bonded us, and we’d share our stories with each other, our own wistful lives. Throughout the journey to Bo’s, we’d exchange a flurry of texts; I could relive our conversations anytime during that trip. An exchange of torment, of connecting with an individual, of not sensing the idea of being solely within the abyss. Shunning an idea such as being alone is part of humanity, for who could ever remember us when were lifeless? With this particular friend, we
The speaker is visiting “home for the weekend, /from school, from the North,” and her grandma asks her, “How’s school a-goin’?” The speaker replies with “School’s fine,” holding back her emotions on her lifestyle in college. “I wanted to tell her/about the nights I cried into the familiar heartsick panels of the quilt she made me,/wishing myself home on the evening star./I wanted to tell her/the evening star was a planet,/that my friends wore noserings and wrote poetry/about sex, about alcoholism, about Buddha./ I wanted to tell her how my stomach burned acidic holes at the thought of speaking in class,/speaking in an accent, speaking out of turn,” Understanding is a vital part of the bonds people share. She knew her grandma couldn’t comprehend any of it. The speaker sensed her grandma would deem her friends inadequate. “I was tearing, splitting myself apart/with the slow-simmering guilt of being happy/despite it all.” In spite of the hardships, the speaker enjoyed it
Alison Bechdel's graphic memoir, Fun Home: A Family Tragicomic, documents the author's discovery of her own and her father's homosexuality. The book touches upon many themes, including, but not limited to, the following: sexual orientation, family relationships, and suicide. Unlike most autobiographical works, Bechdel uses the comics graphic medium to tell her story. By close-reading or carefully analyzing pages fourteen through seventeen in Fun Home one can get a better understanding of how a Bechdel employs words and graphic devices to render specific events. One can also see how the specific content of the pages thematically connects to the book as a whole. As we will see, this portion of the book echoes the strained relationship between Bruce Bechdel and his family and his attempts to disguise his homosexuality by creating the image of an ideal family, themes which are prevalent throughout the rest of the nook.
cold, harsh, wintry days, when my brothers and sister and I trudged home from school burdened down by the silence and frigidity of our long trek from the main road, down the hill to our shabby-looking house. More rundown than any of our classmates’ houses. In winter my mother’s riotous flowers would be absent, and the shack stood revealed for what it was. A gray, decaying...
Symbolism is the element that plays the starring role in this production, coyly divulging the clues necessary to illuminate the reality of her psychosis. The physical triggers of said psychosis belong solely to the room she and her husband slept in; now a playroom, it had obviously gone through many other transformations as had this woman, who despised it (nursery, gym, playroom). More importantly, it is the wallpaper that has caught and held her mind's eye.
In the documentary “Leaving Bountiful”, Debbie Palmer is forced to standby while her child is taken away from her. This cruel obedience test, performed by her husband, was used to systematically strip away her moth...
I looked around at everyone in the room and saw the sorrow in their eyes. My eyes first fell on my grandmother, usually the beacon of strength in our family. My grandmother looked as if she had been crying for a very long period of time. Her face looked more wrinkled than before underneath the wild, white hair atop her head. The face of this once youthful person now looked like a grape that had been dried in the sun to become a raisin. Her hair looked like it had not been brushed since the previous day as if created from high wispy clouds on a bright sunny day.
From a young age most people have gone through many relationships with other people who were not their family. Thus, we often acknowledge these relationships as friendships. But the word friend is too broad, so people categorize their friends to several types. In her book “Necessary Losses: The Lovers, Illusions, Dependencies and Impossible Expectations That All of Us Have to Give Up in Order to Grow”, Judith Viorst divided friendships to six types. Those are convenience friends, special Interest friends, historical friends, crossroad friends, cross-generation friends and close friends. In my life, I have been friend with many people since I was little. Although I have met all six kinds of friend of Viorst, convenience friends and close friends are two important kinds of friends in my life.
Hollow eyes glanced around the pristine apartment, the gray scale color scheme seems to match the women clasping her hands together, pursing her lips and searching for approval from the girl that stood in the doorway. Automatically, the girl deduced the woman was quite wealthy, especially in the neighborhood she'd now live in. The streets were busier, filled with nicer cars instead of busted ones without their fenders falling apart at the edge. Her nimble fingers explored the wall as she took careful steps into the living room. Winnie wasn't acclimated to this life style: the wallpaper wasn't being striped at the corners, stainless carpets without nothing questionable left behind, no sign of undesirable critters, and silence. She could finally
A girl named Sierra Stokes lost her brother three years ago. He disappeared when he was going to the store alone to get cookie dough to make cookies that night and he never came back. Then there was a girl named Casey Cramer. He mother was a drunk and she did all the driving as well. Well one night her mom picked her and a few others up from the beach, and she was drunk. Her mom drove them into a “stonewall” and Casey had “trauma to her head.” (Wolitzer 102) There is a picture of a jar of strawberry jam because Reeve had given her strawberry jam at Dana’s party where they also kissed above Courtney’s, Dana sister, dollhouse. Lastly, there is a picture of a journal because in the book students write in their journals for an English class and they soon realize that they go to a place they named Belzhar. They go to this supposed “place” after they write five pages worth in their journals. This place is where they go “when they can’t take reality, because it’s too depressing.” (Wolitzer 107) They see the people/events that caused them the trauma in
Friendship expectations play a huge role in “establishing, maintaining, and terminating friendships” thus playing a factor of ones’ interpretations and through their affiliations (West & Turner, 2016). A companionship is dependent on
This poem has captured a moment in time of a dynamic, tentative, and uncomfortable relationship as it is evolving. The author, having shared her thoughts, concerns, and opinion of the other party's unchanging definition of the relationship, must surely have gone on to somehow reconcile the situation to her own satisfaction. She relishes the work entailed in changing either of them, perhaps.
Her claw like fingernails pierced into my delicate skin. Miss. Lawson was my abusive nanny who acted as my mother when she wasn’t around, which happened to be very often. Miss. Lawson had a very perplexing past that included being in the foster system for all eighteen years of her life childhood, having a miscarriage at the fresh age of twenty-five and finally, what wounded her the most, her husband, the love of her life left her. I knew that Miss. Lawson was more than just a broken hearted nanny whose mission was to make me a prisoner in my own home . She had a heart full of lost love and all she needed was someone to help her acquire it. That was going to have to be me.
Relationships, especially close and trusting relationships, are very important for the positive, social and psychological growth of the individuals involved in the relationship. In our world, people in close relationships desire physical contact, emotional support, acceptance, and love. These traits and feelings are part of human nature, and people strive for these types of interpersonal relationships in order to fulfill the void in people’s lives and, above all, to make sense of live through trust, sharing, and caring. During my high school experience, I have met many interesting people in the classroom, as well as in sporting events. I made many new friends in sporting events and during school. Although none of these relationship ever turned into an intimate relationship, each relationship had different turning points. Mark Knapp suggest that interpersonal relationships develop through several stages. My relationship with my best friend, Sisalee, has gone through the coming together stages initiating, experimenting, intensifying, and integrating.
The grass was soft and green, reserved for those who wanted to lie down or sit. A sweet aroma of flowers overflowed near by like s shinning light, but was hidden by the untrimmed bushes and wildly growing trees. Up above me was the beautiful, high noon blue sky spotted with fluffy, white clouds and airplanes flying by. I emerged into the parking lot and stopped happily as a squirrel under a tree. Hesitating to proceed anywhere further I took a few minutes to treasure the moment of silence and peace. As my girlfriend and I got out of the car to get ready for the picnic, she happened to be distracted by the water; a rhythmic ongoing resemblance of rhythm in her heart. The water was clam and beautiful in every aspect. To me she was like a wave, never stooping to catch attention or go unnoticed. Before doing anything else, we began setting up the picnic. By the time we ware done, her temptation was unbearable and was finally unable to overcome it, consequently she eagerly ran towards the water pulling me right behind her. Each step was like an imprint in my heart, a fossil that would always remain the same and special inside me forever.
... thought that maybe we won’t be friends or even know each other in the future. Unexpectedly, we all had these feelings of fondness for a place we a come to despise and couldn’t wait to leave. Why would that happen to us? We all realized that in this moment we’re growing up but are far from “grown up.” Suddenly, there is a flash of light and in that moment I knew that the three of us would be separated for the rest of the day, maybe our lives. The flash brought everything back. It gave us a reason to go back into the hallway and meaninglessly chat with our friends. After we left that room we were still sharing a moment together but in a different sort of way. The picture was there and we had superficial thoughts but the graduation was so much more. It marked a major time in our lives and sent us off into the future. No longer were we the next generation because we were being sent off into the grown up world. Would we all still be appreciated? How is the world going to receive three naive girls who don’t know anything? All these questions were to be asked and to be forgotten because we got caught up in the moment. The picture marks that time in our past and an important time it was.