Questioner

Why did you leave?
Were you not happy with me?
Did you think twice before you left?
Did you even turn you head once?
Do you remember the good times we had?
Do you remember the beach? I know you loved it, I could tell by the way you splashed through the water.
What about are walks in the park? I bought ice cream for the two of us.
Why did you leave?
Was it because I told you I had others before you?
Did that make you mad?
But did you know you were the only one?
Do you remember those rainy days when all we did is mope around the house?
Whose arms will you borrow under now when you hear the sound of thunder?
Do you know how much I spent on you just to make sure that you were happy?
Did you know that at the end of a hard day of work I’d always look forward to see your face?
Do you remember when you got sick; I almost lost you, I never left your side.
Do you remember when I got sick, you never left me either. We made a pack to always be by each other.
What happen?
Do you remember those thoughts I shared with you. The ones I never told anyone.
Will you tell them to who you are with now? I trusted you.
What about that comfort feeling that I got from you? Now it feels like I’m walking in total darkness?
If I happen to run into you will you acknowledge me or ignore me like I never was part of your life?
Remember when I did let you go? I was so scared you would never come back, but you did. Now I think you got too comfortable this time, and I don’t think you’re coming back.
Do you remember how we met? You came to me lost drench in the afternoon rain.
What was the reason?
Was it because I yelled at you when you took off without me?
Why did you leave.
Did you remember we had plans; move to Hawaii and live on the beach.
Do you know how much that surf board cost, the one that I bought you?
When did you leave?
Was it at night?
Or was it early in the morning?
Did you open the gate?
Do you know how much pain I go when I our bed and you are not there?
How am I going to tell my friends about you leaving?
Did you know my family loved you too?
Do you know you took my happiness away?
I have a box of your stuff, just in case if you come back.
It’s in the bedroom closet, the same bedroom you slept in.
I thought we would live together, grow old, and die together.
Did you know that I loved you?
Did you know you were my best friend?
You were and still are the best dog anyone could ever have.

Dramatic Monologue

This was the hardest one to write.


I’ve been dating Brandon for about a month now. We met in health class…well I’ve actually had a “thing” for him for a while now. But it was in health class when we really began to talk. He’s smart and funny. Our first assignment was the overrated this life like doll is you baby crap. We were assigned “parents not married”. He did a good job, called me when I had the “kid”, making sure Brandon Jr. was ok. I didn’t have choice in naming our kid; he said he wanted his first kid to be a boy and to be named after him. I was fine with it, but I wanted a girl named Penelope. I think that’s one of the most beautiful names in world. Brandon did a good job in playing the father; he was the only guy in class who knew how to change the diaper. Even the fake lesbian couple failed at that. I could never get that damn doll to stop crying, but Brandon…he would just pick it up rock it and it would stop. He had that touch. He taught me how to hold the baby. “Place the head in the crook of one of your arms and wrap your other arm around the baby or hold the original arm with the second arm. Or you can lay the baby’s chest down over one of your forearms and use your other arm to lie across the baby's back to hold him.” The day I found out we passed the assignment I found him at his locker. I told him it was because he knew what he was doing. He laughed and said that I would make a good mother too some day. I blushed and said thanks and as I walked away he said something that I been waiting to hear. He asked we could hang out someday and we did. Dinner and a movie. He was such a gentleman. He opened the doors for me, paid for everything, and he gave me his jacket when I got cold. After the movie he invited me to his house. I’ve should of said no, but I was afraid that he wouldn’t talked to me if I said no. We sat on the couch and talk. He told me I was beautiful, and then kissed my check. I laughed nervously. Then he kissed my neck. I was scared, but I knew he was a good guy. He took care of our baby. He would do no wrong. I wanted him to stop as he made his way down, unbuttoning my shirt. I guess I was caught up in the moment, I wanted this…I thought. Every thing happened so fast. That was then. This is now. My family are devoted Catholics. If they found out what I am doing, I’ll be crucified. After that night he never called me. At school he does not make eye contact. He makes me feel like I have some kinda growth that’s on my face. This will only take a few minutes, but I know it will last for decades. These posters in the room, showing me how a baby develops in side the womb, it’s too much. I’m not ready…I’m not ready to be a mother. This is guilt, because I wouldn’t have to convince myself that this is the right thing to do. I want to pray. Pray to God. Pray that when this is over to feed my baby when he or she is hungry. Because mommy can’t do it now. Pray that when my baby is crying, that you God will rock him or her to sleep. Because mommy can’t do it now. Pray that when my baby is sleepy that you God will sing him or to sleep. Because mommy can’t do it now. Pray that when it is bath time that you God will clean him with your kisses. Because mommy can’t do it now. Pray that you God will laugh with my baby when he or she laughs. Because mommy can’t do it now. Pray that you God will walk along side with y baby on his or her first steps, not letting him or her fall out of Heaven. Because mommy cant do it now. Your heart will beat stronger than anyone’s, your smile will shine brighter than anyone’s, you laughter will be joyful than anyone’s. Pray to you God, that you will let my baby know that I will always love him or her, that I will always feel empty inside, that I would die for my baby just to meet him or her in Heaven and hold him or her soft body in my arms. I would stop breathing for you just to give what should have been your first breath. I pray to you God, that my baby will forgive me for what I done, because mommy can’t do it now.

Assignment 6 : Pantoum poem

I usually hate poetry, but Pantoum poems; I can make an exceptions for. The format is really cool. You get to build off the lines.
Here is the format if you want to try it out.

They are usually in 4 stanza with 4 lines, but you can do more than 4.
The order is:

1
2
3
4

5 (2)
6 New line
7 (4)
8 New line

9 (6)
10 New line
11 (8)
12 New line

13 (10)
14 (1)
15 (12)
16 (3)

If you do deiced to go on beyond 4 stanzas, keep the pattern. The last stanza will repeat the first and third lines of the poem.




Today was cold
Like Dickenson’s “zero at the bone”.
The wind scratched my face
My heart stood motionless.

Like Dickenson’s “zero at the bone”
It froze solid in me
My heart stood motionless.
I hold my breath

It froze solid in me
My body stood still.
I hold my breath
It touched like death.

My body stood still
My lips chapped
It touched like death
The sun does no justice

My lips chapped,
My nose is numb.
The sun does no justice,
I can not feel its warm rays

My nose is numb
Today was cold
I can not feel its warm rays
The wind scratched my face.

Assignment 4

Read the chapter on Setting. 2 part assignment. Part 1: Pick a setting, do a close up of the setting, then a wide view. Part 2: Pick a setting, do a wide view to a close up.

Part 1 (close up to wide view)

I awoke to the smell of hot buttery pancake batter cooking on the old iron stove. My eyes fixated on the crack in the ill faded red chipped ceiling. It exploded out dead center, then shot down to the right side of the wall the floor and grounding itself to the dull wooden floor planks. It had seemed as if Thor himself existed and he wanted his presence to be known. Getting up from the bed I made my way out of the small room into the hallway. The hallway was a museum of old photos, photos that seemed like they were taken right out of those old black and white turn of the century silent films. Still dazed I entered the kitchen and saw the meal that was being prepared for me. The selection of food was so enormous, it was like I was being sentence to death row and this was my last breakfast. I was now awake. She saw me and a smile grew on her face. She sat me at her small table that only seated one, two if you were lucky. The old beaten broken down duplex that she once reside in now turned in to a castle, I was the King and this was my royal breakfast. The smell of morning dew hits my nostrils, heightening my senses. The grass has been freshly cut. The humidity of the air leaves an uncomfortable sticky feeling on my body. The thin wisp clouds are gently bushed in to the sky. I read her headstone. “Mother, Grandmother, Great-Grandmother.” Closing my eyes, the smell of the buttery pancake batter strikes me again. Later that morning I try to recreate that same memory. But no matter how many times I try, they don’t come out like hers. No one made pancakes as good as she did.

Assignment 3

Create a poem using the Story chapter in the text. Free verse, no rhyming, at least 20 lines and 10 to 14 syllables in each line.


I love the smell of incense that has been lit.

It is my favorite part of church, when the Father rocks the chalice,

back and forth, left to right, releasing the perfumed smoke through out the cathedral.

Today at Robert's funeral, Mass was held at the old Queen of Peace Church.

I haven't been there since I was a kid, back when Father Troy was there.

The funeral mass was like the customary mass, Instruction –

The Liturgy of the Word, which included the, Gathering, Proclaiming, Explaining,

and Praying. Next, The Liturgy of the Eucharist-

that includes the Offering and the Consecrating, better known as the Holy Communion.

But this time the Father at the end of mass went to the casket and spread the smoke

over the casket. In this manner I watched.

The priest took censer that womb the burning sticks and held it

in his right hand at the height of his chest.

He then grasped by the chain near the cover,

and with his left hand, he held the top of the chain

and placed it near his chest.

He then raised the censer upwards to the height of his eyes and gave it a dance

an outward motion and slightly ascending towards the casket

then bringing it back to the starting point.

He then repeated this ballet to each side of the casket. North. South. East. West
.
And then the smell, it is so inspiring, and if not, spiritual.

It's the smell of an angel

I think.

One that was by your side not to long ago.

Assignment 2

Character sketch. Same format as assignment 1, but this time create a character.


After a disabling lecture on the collapse of the American economy, Amber revived herself by a defibulating a shock of thought in to her dead brain. Where to get some lunch? As the professor lectured she thought of places she had seen on the way to school while riding the bus. She remembered seeing a “Grand Opening!” sign that seemed to call her attention by waving at her and only her. It was the new deli shop that had open on the corner of Walker and Main. Amber soon found herself sitting on the patio of the deli shop, waiting for her order she had just placed. Like ants scouring upon a dirt mound, Amber watched the city go by. Out of all of the people that went through her line of vision one person caught her eye.
There across the street from where she was sitting seemed like an infectious abscess that grew out from the concrete sidewalk. Others had not paid attention, they just simply curved around the object and I times put spare change in the man’s cup. Was it strange that she, only her, noticed this brown lump on the ground? The lump moved from time to time, twitching as it tried to come to live. And then it did. The lump seemed to shed its light brown skin. He took off his overly stuffed coat, folded it and put it in his bag.