My take on our unit in Humanities, The Holocaust

  The Holocaust was a man made historic calamity that is important to our relationship as humans and as the most superior of being created by God. We are the only species known to create intentional disaster, to yearn for an unnatural, subhuman, act of betrayal to our fellow human. I cannot even begin to fathom how a man can be possessed with such an amount of hate for a single religion to commit such destruction by convincing the minds of one nation.

The Holocaust is what my humanities class is learning, reviewing, and trying to understand. We've read The Wave, a novel by Todd Strasser en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Wave_(book) to develop a theory on how the Holocaust could have conceived itself and all it's supporters, we've studied Voices of The Holocaust voices.iit.edu/ to enhance our knowledge about the victims of this tragedy, we've read Maus 2 by Art Speigelman to interpret this complex graphic novel, we have watched acceptable excerpts from Shindler's List  and even then I am still aware that i have and will never experience such a horrific event like the Holocaust. I have an essay due on Monday that I have already finished luckily and in it we were to demonstrate what we each learned to answer our essential questions (How could the Holocaust happen?, How were victims oppressed?, Were there resisters?, and Why remember?) by using only Voices of the Holocaust as our refrence and source.   

My Holocaust studies

We're studying world war 2 in civics and the Holocaust in Humanities, plus i have to write this 6 paragraph essay on our essential questions for the holocaust that's due on thursday. Should be fun; writing is my thing afterall. Anyway I just saw this on bing.com images and I thought it'd be nice to post this along with what my 8th grade class and I are mostly studying right now. I used to hate history but I've recently fallen in love with it.

Tears

They lose themselves. As they let go of ebony shaded feathers. They spill out of fragile windows. Every falling crystal hits the wall at my feet. Where it shatters at the crime scene. Leaving stains of evidence. That disappear over time.

Sometimes they seep into the heart they came from. Especially when I catch every translucent bead. Cutting every life short. Knowing there's more that can't stay any longer. In the one home they can only belong to.

I let every one die. Because it's not in vain. They go silently without complaint. Each one promising without a choice. To hold my pain.

There's no warning. No beacon to let me know what's up ahead. There's no time for goodbyes. They seem to hang frozen in the air. Dropping so slow that they're fast. So fast that I miss them the second they leave.

Poetic Sleep

Poetry is like a dream

Given to me from my soul

Hidden away deep in my mind

Until the moment it's careless ans gives itself away

In these dreams

My heart is searching itself

Searching for thoughtful words

That mean my life

Syllables that coexist effortlessly

Though if not secured to paper quick enough

These dreams can slip away

Slip away like poetic slip

Woken up by the morning's sun

Shone through a gate of glass

Empty Promises

An empty promise

Hangs suspended in the air

It will hover there until it's well forgotten

By it's owner

Leaving those with eager hearts

And anticipating eyes

Disappointed but forgiving

They will forgive and forgive

until they can't forget

They expect the world

Reaching into promises

Pulling out air

Coming up short of hope

I know exactly how it goes

You put your trust

Into those who place their promises

On a shelf to collect a lifetime of dust

Cobwebs develop

And your heart sinks

So low

That you don't want to retrieve it

Thief

You're the light
that turns these sparks
alive

They quickly swallow
every bit of reality
overpowering it with fire

The flames tower
touching the closest bit of sky
loving the open air

This heat scorches
every life that stumbles
in it's wake

No amount of water
can estinguish
a flame this blue
this strong

Violent torches
whip heat
into the dense
air
making it hard to breathe

the smoke suffocates
the atmosphere
draining the oxygen out of it

The sparks
under all the rubble
jump around my feet
burning into my mind
making certain I never forget
the day and hour you stole
my heart

Paramore

I love paramore's music not to mention their guitarist, Josh Farro. He's really hot. But back to their music. It's so easy to relate to and there is always some moral you have to pick a part the song to even be able to learn. I'm all about metaphor and representations of things to depict or personify what you really want to say. I just got their new album, Brand New Eyes, it's something from paramore I never knew they had in them. I guess I didn't know their music as well as I thought I did. My basketball coach is always telling me not to assume.

Car Ride

The windshield wipers
struggle to keep up
with the rain

Our hearts
struggle to keep up
with time

Going by faster than we think
marching on to a beat
faster than our own

The music hums
in my ears
they're barely listening

The white dotted lines
that guide us through the night
tick by like seconds
that see you counting away
dismissing every minute along
with the hourglass

So I lay back
with worries
in my head
with the world on my shoulders
just wishing I was
home

Any Questions

You may have been wondering, "What's up with all these poems?" well i wrote a lot of poetry this year and the past for my Humanities class to form a poem book. I'm pretty proud of all of them. <3

Winter Walk

The ground is frozen beneath my feet The frosted blades of grass Are crushed By the steps of my patient stride Every exhale of my breathing Is revealed by the icy air Smoky but shallow like steam As I wander on Walking feels like splitting The air, momentarily, in two It's just so crisp, so fresh So present A gentle wind Dances its way over to me From behind every branch of dry wood The breeze, 32 degrees Fahrenheit, of cold air touches my cheeks And flushes them with pink rouge As I stroll on The faint glow of the sun Shines through the wispy cotton of The noonday cloud This glow makes me smile With chapped lips Rays of this light speckle the small patches Of snow with an illusion of glitter On every gathered snowflake that fell to fuse with another I can't find the words To share with you How good a day Like this one feels The words I want to exist Are too perfect and untouched To share with the tongue of man Unless you know the feeling Unless you've shaken hands with such a feeling I guess this walk Can only stay a memory I share with winter

Reaching Shore

Days, since words were spoken

Weeks, since hearts were broken

Minutes, since I've met your eyes

Months, since I've bothered to even try

Happiest I've been since December

Because I've forgotten all I used to remember

Thinking I needed you is not how I think anymore

Leaving you behind felt like reaching a far off shore

It feels good to stand where I stand now

After swimming sea after sea, it's a miracle I haven't drowned

I lost myself along the way, but I found me

It took some time but it all feel into place, eventually

It's taken four months to end up here

Close enough to our ocean without being too near

Looking out at that vast water slowly takes me back

I hold my ground and the memories lose

backwards with you will never be the direction I choose