Dead Poets Society

I believe the main point of the movie is Carpe Diem. Ceasing the day. Doing what you believe is true and right. Living in the moment and enjoying it. This movie was amazing and I thorougly loved watching it. I have so many different opinions I can't even put them into words.

"Migrant Mother"

Sadness.
Hunger.
It smells of death.
Loss.
A joke.
This place is out of hope.
Frown.
Wrinkle.
Because their isn't anything for a smile.
Turn away.
Shy.
Nothing to say.
Done.
End.
Looks like its over.

Rice

Why is it,

That rice comes for water?

Is it because it needs the water,

Or do the roots come through the surface on their own,

And we just harvest them?

How did we even first discover that we could eat them?

I bet that was a little awkward.

Where do I see Poetry?

I see poetry in things that are pure. I get inspired to write poems when I see nature, and animals, and natural things. For example, I've never written a poem about a stop light, or a busy street, but I've written tons of poems about a waterfall. I think this is because I see poetry as a beautiful thing, and I want to write it about beautiful things. I want it to stay simple, and innocent, I guess. Poetry is words that come together in a flowing and easy way, and can mean many different things to different people.

Books you should read

Percy Jackson

Hero's of Olympus

Kane Chronicles

Everyday

The Fault In Our Stars

The Immortal Instruments

The Maze Runner

Hunger Games

Divergent

Cat Warriors

The Testing

Wings

Winter Girls

 These are just books, I myself, have very much enjoyed and hope everyone who sees this takes the time to read even just one of them.

Sometimes

Sometimes I have trouble excepting reality is really what it is. I see things out of the corner of my eye, or I have to look at things twice to figure out what it really is. I mean, I think we all want thereto be something else. Something more exciting than just... Being human. Something bigger than us. But is there? And how will we know? Will we find out when we die or simply disappear without ever knowing? I truly don't understand sometimes how the fabric of reality holds itself together. Sure, we could get into all that science-y stuff but isn't it more fun just imagining? I'm not sure I want there to be something else, but the fact that there isn't just makes life so... Boring. And plain. Sort of like vanilla ice cream. It's good, but if you could add stuff to it, would you? Most people would say yes, so let's say you get chocolate chip ice cream instead. Well if that's all you could have ice cream flavor wise, you wouldn't want it anymore, would you?

I guess this is why I have trouble with life sometimes.