Tuesday, January 26, 2016

This Diary Belongs To: ... - by Aaron Quillopo

No one reads a diary
but the author
No diary is out in the open
rather hidden instead
No diary shares its secrets
only to those who are close 

Diaries hold lots of knowledge
lots of secrets 
lots of feeling
lots of answers  
lots of meaning 
You can practicially trust a diary with anything 

Although sometimes diaries will be read
 by someone other than the author
Diaries have hard covers
to protect them from frauds
those who are not close only get the surface
but valuables get to read every page

I am the diary
On the outside I make you want to read me
On the inside I know my secrets and feelings
I am also the author of the diary
The diary is the author, the author is the diary
This diary belongs to: Aaron Quillopo













































Wednesday, January 20, 2016

A Coney Island Life - Rough Draft

As we all know it, life is short. We as people feel the need to life out our life to the fullest, which is true, but we shouldn't waste it either. "A Coney Island Life" by James L. Weil tells one to not waste their time on hopeless dreams before times up because once the time comes one shouldn't have regrets. 

In this world no one should have regrets. In the poem, James L. Weil seems to be comparing his life to Coney Island which was a carnival in New York City. He comes off by first comparing his life to a roller coaster,"On rollercoaster ups and downs" which is true. In life there is going to be good times and not so good times, but we should hold on tight to what matters most, so they don't slip out of our grasps because if we don't we might regret the things we could have done. 

As the poem goes on, he then writes,"And seen my helium hopes break skyward without me," here he talks about how his hopes and dreams, how they were always up in the air and not for for, and no longer can be accomplished. That is because all this time he focused on the wrong things, now he has regrets. It seems as if something is pulling down, preventing him from grabbing onto his dreams again, that something that he cannot prevent is slowly dragging him away.

Towards the end,  he states,"I take perhaps my last ride," and from there it seems as if he is slowly exiting this world. He then says,"How many more times round I have to catch that brass-ring-sun, before the game is up." As the poem comes to an end, the last statement truly points out that as the roller coaster goes round and round, he starts to realize that he doesn't have much time left, that death is slowly creeping on him. 

Life is something you only get to experience once. Don't waste it on dreams far out of your reach. Instead, make smart decisions, but also have some fun, and in the end, try not to have regrets.