You are weaving a beautiful fabric that you will be able to wear. Your loom can weave with any substances you want. Anything. The sneeze of an ant, the roar of a river, the fog of london. What would you include in your fabric and why? What strength or symbolism, if any, would these materials hold for you?
English relies heavily on phonetics and sounds. A few centuries ago people didn't have dictionaries and made up spelling according to the sounds they heard- that is to say very creativly. Somehow our brains are able to figure out what it means (to some extent). Write a poem, verse, prose, riddle or anything you like and make the spelling a little wacky or a tad silly- without losing its meening.
The fireworks are epic, and the lights are bright at night The pops are all around us The colors such a sight. As they rise above the buildings and expand in dots of gold yes the fireworks are awesome and the sparkles just as bold!
But these fireworks are loud And the sparkles blinding light. the banging shakes the window the colors blinding white. As they rise above the buildings and the smoke is thick as sod the fireworks keep going and its 1 AM good god!
I do not know what this all means – Independence Day right now – when redefining freedom was different then than now, how mindsets have since shifted but some brains have stayed behind, reshaping laws, procedures, all to better human kind. This day in which we broke away from powers that we hated repeats itself, a larger echo, it's now reciprocated. Among thy neighbors, friend and foe, we stand together still, our Independent land right now ... there's more work we need to do. I don't know what to celebrate this Independence Day right now. As fireworks extol outside, what do we shout about? The way our country freed itself, Independent from oppressors? Or how we must be free again, as our Independence festers?
Sitting on my bed at night Wishing for a star. Come wave hello for my delight, Night owls we are. Come take my hand and lead me through the universe at large. Bless me with your tinkling laugh Among the planet shards. Sitting in my bed at night, Eyes are wide awake, Looking at the moon so clear, Its presence I can't shake. A comet shows me wrinkles of the time I spend asleep. Making sense of dreams I’ve dreamt, It answers in a peep. Looking out my window shade, The silence greets my soul. Suspended plasma takes a breath, It takes a pleasant toll. How many shadows do appear on any given night? How many sneezes from a star dispell and bring in light? Lying on my bed at night, Eyes are getting dimmer, Thinking of humanity – Are we just a filler? The middle pages to the end of something extraordinary? But what we do matters ... it's not imaginary.
One black square on one webpage Another pops up too, A third is seen if you scroll down Soon there's twenty-two. One blank square, No writting on it Inky darkness freeze, And yet the power in the blackout... Knowing what it means. Ten more squares if you keep scrolling Twenty soon to be. Just one square with nothing on it Soon there's 1,003. The numbers rise The silent cries The firm representation, The power shows, Of ending woes And standing all together. 200,000 times five more, 400 growings to millions Each square demanding justice, change. Those squares have turned to billions.
I can not think as fast as you I'm not a genius either, I work hard to understand and you go ten times farther. I do the problems at my pace and you go times faster And I'm not doing easy stuff! But in calc, you are the master. I can not comprehend these numbers in seconds 22- And yet you understand these things while you tie your shoe. Maybe I should not compare, we all have different features I really shouldn't be discouraged... except that- I'm your teacher