Archive | April 2014

A Poem

Apr25

We dance for laughter,

we dance for tears,

we dance for madness,

we dance for fears,

we dance for hopes,

we dance for screams,

we are the dancers,

we create the dreams.”


– Author Unknown

Le ballet
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Reading this poem is like going back, deep inside a memory of mine. There were times I felt happy and just let my passion take over me, but there were also times when I struggled to keep up. Sometimes it seemed like I was forced to make a choice between homework or dance. This author uses repetition to emphasize the fact that there are many reasons dancers dance, whether it’s for fun or not.

“We create the dreams.” This is my favorite part of this poem because it directs a message to everybody: You make your own choices. Whoever or whatever you dream to be, it can happen if you truly desire it.

 

Challenge Week 5: A Memory

Apr7

 

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For five years, Hello Kitty was one of my most prized possessions. Everyday I used to wake up with it smiling at me, bringing happiness to my heart. I brought it everywhere—in the car, on my bed, around my house. When I was 3, my eyes saw the Hello Kitty sitting in a birthday bag for the first time. My little girly self dove for the bag and snatched the pink kitty out. I was so excited, to play with it, to have a new best friend, to sleep with it at night.

Over time, my Hello Kitty got worn out. However, I didn’t care. I still carried it all over the place—with its ears ripped, cloth filthy, and no nose. One day, my mom tried to convince me to give my Hello Kitty to her so she could fix it up, but of course, I didn’t let her. I threw a temper tantrum for days, but finally my mom got it fixed up.

No one bothered me after that, but as time went by, I got older. It was now me protecting it, rather than it protecting me. I began leaving it on my bed, only to play with when I went to sleep. I still love how it makes me joyful and excited every time I see it at night—it never gets old. My Hello Kitty still sits sturdy on my bed, providing me company when I need it.