“Now those lonely lullabies…

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Dampen my tired eyes”. – Owl City

Owl City gets it.
Owl City get me.

He gets how I feel.

“Dizzy love turned a star lily pink….”

The lyrics are hauntingly beautiful.

I will share them with you and I want you to listen to this song
Close your eyes
And become enchanted because
This song touches my soul
I believe it can touch your soul too
There is so much pain in this world
Let yourself be moved:

Lonely Lullaby by Owl City
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Symphony of silver tears,
Sing to me and sooth the ring in my ears,
Overcast these gloomy nights wear on,
But I’m holding fast because it’s darkest just before the dawn.

I sang my princess fast asleep,
‘Cause she was my dream come true,
Oh Annmarie, believe me, I loved you.

But now those lonely lullabies,
Just dampen my tired eyes,
Because I can’t forget you.
Because I can’t forget you.

I’ll dissolve when the rain pours in,
When the nightmares take me,
I will scream with the howling wind,
‘Cause it’s a bitter world and I’d rather dream.

Dizzy love turned a star lily pink,
And hung above our lids too flushed to blink,
But icy blue froze the fairytale cold,
Though I treasured you and you sparkled with someone to hold.

I sang my princess fast asleep,
‘Cause she was my dream come true,
Oh Annmarie, believe me, I loved you.

But now those lonely lullabies,
Just dampen my tired eyes,
Because I can’t forget you.
Because I can’t forget you.

I’ll dissolve when the rain pours in,
When the nightmares take me,
I will scream with the howling wind,
‘Cause it’s a bitter world and I’d rather dream.

I’ll dissolve when the rain pours in,
When the nightmares take me,
I will scream with the howling wind,
‘Cause it’s a bitter world and I’d rather dream.
And I’d rather dream.

Annmarie, I’ll never forget you.
Annmarie, I’ll never forget you.
Annmarie, remember me?
I’ll never forget you.
Annmarie, remember me?
I’ll never forget you.
Annmarie, remember me?
I’ll never forget you.
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“Let Yourself Be Moved”: Haemon’s Pathetic Affect

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Although the use of rhetoric is commonly a heated, debatable topic, rhetorical appeals are all extraordinary important in presenting any form of a claim. In terms of the three imperative appeals, there is clearly one that leaves the other two in a cloud of dust. While the ethic and logical appeals can be unmasked with concrete facts, the remaining appeal is left in the gray area, where anyone is free to adjust it as they see fit. Pathos, which is defined as a petition for catching emotions, dominates the potential arrival of change. By reaching a soft spot in a person, it is then possible to alter their view points on a certain matter. Furthermore, this smile you may create or tear you may cause will be visual, even tangible proof that pathos was efficiently exercised.
Pathos is not simple to proclaim, especially to someone of royal blood, much less a king. Creon needs someone to strike him right at the source of his conflict – his heart. Haemon, the “poster child” of pathos, sways his father’s heart in many directions, almost like a light switch. The light of reason can by turned on or off, depending on Haemon’s word diction. In the passage on Page 24, (Scene 3: Lines 80-91) Haemon extracts images from nature, forcing Creon to examine his morals more closely.
Haemon indirectly compares his father to a stubborn tree and goes on to say that Creon will be pulled from his roots. However, the line immensely important to Haemon’s reasoning was when the youth spoke not only to Creon, but to the entire audience as well. These two sentences sit not only in Creon’s mind, but in that of each individual reader as well. “Forget you are angry. Let yourself be moved.” He is plotting it out in black and white, singing it on the roof tops for every person with compassion to hear. The word move causes a need for some kind of change. Whether it be a big or small change, Haemon lays out in his proposal. What he is proposing is for Creon to let loose his rage, and listen to people, specifically “those who can teach”. If someone is knowledgeable in a particular area, let them teach you, Haemon declares. Age is not a factor either, which Haemon concussively, but effectively addresses. Haemon wants desperately for his father to reverse his thought patterns, before Creon goes head over heels overboard and thereby ending his voyage, the troubling voyage of life.

Where I’m From (according to my 18 year old self)

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I’m from corduroy jackets and denim jeans.
Running water and yellow Gatorade.
Sometimes when it rains for the window panes never lie,
I’m from wet sidewalks and damp fur.
If Scrabble is out and music pulses through my heart,
Then you know that’s where I’m from.

On occasion, if thunder and lightening lurk near,
The warm covers of my bed
Along with an old movie are where I’m from.
Warm pizza and Coca-Cola,
As well as silent laughter of a close friend are where I’m from.
When you can fall asleep to the cites
Of a fantasy land with a glass castle-
That is me.

I’m from oil paintings of mysterious night skies-
The kind of creases that fascinate my fingers.
The love and joy that I possess flows every so slowly
Onto the canvas before I am even awake.
When the lighthouse I’ve portrayed jumps off the page,
That’s where I’m from.

Every so often Harry Potter casts a spell on my world,
And nothing precious to me can be taken away.
My senses celebrate the magic I nourish them with,
For although they cannot tell a soul, they keep my treasures safe.

I’m from scraped knees and bruised shoulders.
One kiss and it is all better.
Where I’m from, long walks on the beach
Make for pleasant conversation.
“Mine the darkness and see the path you leave behind.”
Sometimes there is darkness in the distant trees,
But when the night sky is shimmering with shooting stars,
That’s where I’m from.

The place where I often dwell is in the front yard with all my flowers.
My lungs praise the October air, and the leaves delight my vision.
Sparkling bubbles from the fountain drizzle onto my body-
That’s where I’m where.

Some of the reasons I love October

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 Some of the Reasons I love October 

1) The Foliage that surrounds my world, the deep orange, red, and yellow that make reality collide with fantasy.
2) There are great movies at the Theater!
3) Halloween Wars is on Food Network.
4) I met my best friend in October.
5) Football is in full swing, an experience my dad and I turn into a series of angry and happy screams.
6) The Good Doctor has enchanted me.
7) I am finally comfortable in school,my schedule and otherwise.
8) There are the memories of homecoming week.
9) I turn 29 this year!
10) October is an in between period. It’s fleeting and ever-changing – just like me.
11) Weather is unpredictable; sometimes the best things in life are the ones that are not for sure.
12) The rivalry between the Bears and Packers is on and I know my loyalty.
13) ♫ Marching Band memories, the thrill of the game and the marching that captivates me.♫
14) The last days of the bike trail- I love that sudden and intense rush.
15) It’s the last month I will wear sandals … maybe
16) A warm day that surprises everyone is really nice.
17) I love raking the leaves and basking in the sun.
18) I love crunching the leaves, running purposely crunching them.
19) The Jump from Summer Mode to Sweater weather is on point.
20) Halloween, a time for costumes, candy, pumpkins and the beginning of house decorations.
21) I learned how to ride my bike in October.
22) It’s cold enough for a lovely cup of hot chocolate.
23) The color orange is everything, assaulting my eyes in the best way.
24) I get to see my family from far away because it’s my birthday month.
25) This year I got the ultimate gift for my birthday – a sense of who I am, and who I could be.
26) The color orange is everywhere!!! I ♥ orange! (yes, this one is there twice.)

[My birthday is the 26th so there are 26 reasons!]

Ode to Ceramics (Throwback)

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To walking in late the very first day

To immediately start by getting dirty in clay

And meeting my complete opposite

But one of my best friends, Sammi

Ode to Anna’s laugh and

Not caring what everybody says

Ode to Erin’s vase and everlasting patience

Thank you for being skeptical

So I knew the quote on my cup was bogus

To Olia’s rose that by no other name

Would smell as sweet

To Caitlin Coursey’s cup of Squares

An array of sharp, yet shunning symmetry

Ode to Brad’s lightening and peacock feathered cup

To all his clean, careful, and tidy work

Ode to professor’s pot of Gold inspiration from real life

To Irena’s reindeer and fruit treats

Ode to her dragon

To Maria’s chimney and stunning deep planet Plate

To her Imagination Land Boat and love for brick detail

Ode to Patricia Pineda’s Vase with interweaves of vines

Ode to Bridget’s humor and unique pieces

To never surrendering to

The coil or the raku

Ode the Lime I-pod

The medley of music

That calms us

Ode to recycling the clay that doesn’t make until it is reborn

Where I’m From (throwback Thursday)

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I’m from corduroy jackets and denim jeans.

Running water and yellow Gatorade.

Sometimes when it rains for the window panes never lie,

I’m from wet sidewalks and damp fur.

If Scrabble is out and music pulses through my heart,

Then you know that’s where I’m from.

 

On occasion, if thunder and lightening lurk near,

The warm covers of my bed

Along with an old movie are where I’m from.

Warm pizza and Pepsi-Cola,

As well as silent laughter of a close friend are where I’m from.

When you can fall asleep to the cites

Of a fantasy land with a glass castle-

That is me.

 

I’m from oil paintings of mysterious night skies-

The kind of creases that fascinate my fingers.

The love and joy that I possess flows every so slowly

Onto the canvas before I am even awake.

When the lighthouse I’ve portrayed jumps off the page,

That’s where I’m from.

 

Every so often Harry Potter casts a spell on my world,

And nothing precious to me can be taken away.

My senses celebrate the magic I nourish them with,

For although they cannot tell a soul, they keep my treasures safe.

 

I’m from scraped knees and bruised shoulders.

One kiss and it is all better.

Where I’m from, long walks on the beach

Make for pleasant conversation.

“Mine the darkness and see the path you leave behind.”

Sometimes there is darkness in the distant trees,

But when the night sky is shimmering with shooting stars,

That’s where I’m from.

 

The place where I often dwell is in the front yard with all my flowers.

My lungs praise the October air, and the leaves delight my vision.

Sparkling bubbles from the fountain drizzle onto my body-

That’s where I’m where.