Vannary+Kom

__Intro__:
Hey there, welcome to my poem wikipage! As you are about to scroll down and read several poems I have written, I would like to say that my poems aren’t the best as many other poems are from poets and writers out there. I am not a good writer in my opinion, but I did enjoy my time focusing and writing about certain situations that I was able to pour my thoughts into and expand more on what I valued onto this wiki page. My poems on this wiki page focused more on punctuations and imagery, as you can see how the structure with punctuations changes in every poem. I also like to write about things that I am interested in, my reflection of thoughts and feelings that revolves around the world and me, and most importantly, a vent that can be expand more into a story than just a vent, and that is what I have included in my poems. I used to think that writing poems was very difficult and beyond my level. Poetry can be difficult only if you straggled your thoughts into the perfectionist and how professional you want out of your poems, but if you just let your mind ease and fingers flows into writing, it would be much easier than you think it is. One of my personal favorites would have to be the poem that I have written and did an audio of, **“Ode to My iPod.”** After I wrote the first two lines, I was stuck on what to write more about the iPod. I kept thinking to myself that it was just an iPod, what can I get more of than just saying it's a portable music/videos/games device? But actually there’s more than just an iPod itself, and there are always a story behind every little thing.

I will always remember the days when Angelina and I were always together.
My __#|best__-est sister that I do not share the same parents with, But we do share the most fondest memories and a childhood. Angelina and I, Are three years apart But that doesn't change us in a any way from being close -- Just like how I always imagined, Having an older sister that can keep the "Best friend-ship" bonding with her little sister. Angelina and I, Put us together -- hands in hands, We'll make the __#|best__ out of our play dates With great joys of laughters. Angelina and I, Would always have our own little class sessions She would always pretend and be my favorite teacher - **Miss. Angel**, And I was always her favorite student. Angelina and I, She was a boney child And I was the chubby one. We were always mistaken of being siblings from others, I was always determined as an older sister And her as my little sister. Angelina and I, We'll tell each other secrets And have it locked beneath our heart. Angelina and I, Sometimes have our "jealously" moments, We'll come to a point where we don't __#|agree__ on the same terms - Fusing or Cursing, Scratches or Punches, Bleeding furiously or tearing, But we'll always make up at the end And become "Best friends" again. Till this day, We still have our bonding connections, Our childhood makes up for it. My best-est sister that I do not share the same parents with, Will always be my "Best friend" and "big sister."

**3 & 10) __Ode to My iPod & Audio__**
A portable music player device that I fell deeply in love with, the very moment it slipped into my bare hands. My iPod has been my life saver, it’s with me everywhere I go, at all times - it’s important to me. Music - MUSIC is the multi-faced soul of humanity. I listened to music more than I ever do on there, it keeps my mind at ease and a good source of relaxation. Songs that are synced into my iPod changes my emotions depending what I seized to be in a mood for or the shuffle it automatically plays. I find myself being really happy to in low spirits, feeling impulsive to despaired - music blocks out the rest of the world that revolves around me in a matter of minutes. First generation iPod touch; I waited impatiently to save up the amount of cost for the first generation itouch from the allowanced I’d been saving up to acquire the product. In fifth grade that is, when I first purchased my own iPod. I was eager to open the box to get the brand new iPod out. I even showed it off to my friends at school and told them it was a cellphone -- well, eventually, they noticed. I didn’t even know how to use it until several years later, but that didn’t keep me from damaging it, losing it, or forgetting the passcode and having it tell me to wait more than twenty-years until I'm in my thirties to unlock it! NO. I panic the very second it is misplaced. I would probably die if it ever gets stolen. And if it broke, I would perform surgery to bring it back to life. From all the scratches and how grubby it looks, my iPod is important to me.

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We are young There's just one life to live, and there's no time to waste I bought french fries and ice cream for you She's on a __#|diet__ Are you serious? That's hella crazy! I give up! I just woke up and I'm already pissed Sunshine, sunshine is fine, feel it in my skin, warming’ up my mind. Sometimes I wish people would just learn how to leave me alone
 * 4) __Found Poem:__ **** It's a Constant Battle **

__**5) I was raised by poem**__
I was raised by a woman, who nurtured me from the day I was brought into the world. She was the women who did my hair into ponytails pigtails braids you name it, till the very day i was able to developed on my own -- my mom that is, she cared for me.

I was raised by a man, a man who always protects me spoils me gave me piggy-back rides and taught me to be strong. He, who, took the time out of his day to sit down and teached me, I learned my multiplication with his help, "What's 1x1?" "2!" If there were not you, I wouldn't know how to count. His only daughter, the one that he always called, "his little princess" -- my dad that is, he cared for me.

I was corrupted by my surroundings, those who I could not be my own self around where I have to fit in and not be happy with, those who I have to put up walls against, I am a social awkward person, but that's just who I am.

I was brainwashed by those who always get my hopes up with their falsity, "I'll always be here for you" "I love you" "You're beautiful" Lies. Lies. Lies. I learned not to trust anyone too easily - My surroundings shaped me.

__**6) Riff poem - Coleman Barks (My verse)**__ I see my beauty in you but I see the insecurities in myself. My mind is straggled from the thoughts of my own self consciousness, But the compliments from your kindness has eased my mind to think I'm not worthless. You remind everyday -- "You're beautiful, you're pretty, you're an awesome person! Sweet and nice..." -- Repeatedly. From all these insecurities I see in myself I still do But I see my beauty in you.

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 * 7 & 9) __Imagist Poem + Piece of artwork__ **

I've always wondered what it'll be like if I could jump into other people's shoes, To seized their world and have an outlook on their personal life. Not everyone who you know or see is really what they permanently are, Happiness to Sadness Feeling impulsive to being despaired Living a lovely life to a living hell who knows? People have different feelings, And emotions are temporarily. Just like the picture, dark on one side, colorful on the other side, What you see on the outside isn't the same as it is on the inside.


 * 8) __Detailed studied of Marge Piercy__ **

The poems that I marked up and read were written by Marge Piercy. The five poems that I have read by Marge Piercy are: “The Friend.” “The Neighbor,” ” Belly Good,” “Traveling Dream,” and “My Mother’s Body.” Two of my person favorites poems from her are “The Friend” and “Belly Good.” Marge Piercy wrote “**The Friend**” to indicate about how her male friend has always been pressuring her to do things that she does not want to do, but she does it anyway because he’s her best friend and she deeply loves him. Marge Piercy even told him that she loves him, but he doesn’t take it seriously or into consideration that he’s also loved by someone, but instead, he continued to discriminate her. Marge Piercy then stood up and defend herself from his mistreatment and disrespect of her, so that way she can get hold of him and have him know and understand that he can’t push her around because he’s a men, she as a women also has the power to defend herself from mens.

From the poem of **“Belly Good,”** Marge Piercy described her belly: the way it looks, how her belly works when it’s low on food, and how it works when it is taking in food. Marge Piercy wrote this poem because women tends to focus more on the way they look, seeing more of what is on the outside than what is on the inside as well as not seeing the whole part of their body as sophisticated machines. Society has come to a point where they have a limit of what they define as beauty, and that what triggers most females to take the way they look into considerations, feeling unconsciousness and not having the confident to love their own selves because of how the way they look, doesn’t seems to appealed to themselves, and that what makes most females want to change the way the way they look, from their self esteem.

From the two short descriptions of the poems that I had described, you can already get the hint of Marge Piercy the main idea, themes, and perspectives her poems focus on. Marge Piercy is a feminist poet who has written many drastic poems of political protest that is against mistreatment or disrespect of women. Her poems focus on feminist and social concerns, which makes it challenging for society to view it in a way than she does. We have fallen into the place where everything is power, and men were determined to be powerful to women. From Marge Piercy’s writing, she wants to take part of the same quilt to keep all women from freezing to death in a world that grows harsher and bleaker when mens are more norm and powerful. From the structure of her poems, I noticed how differently she uses her writing structures of puncuations in every poems I have read. In one or two of the poems, she uses ‘period’ in every two lines and starts to switch up as she gets to a different stanza. Usually when you take part of someone saying or speaking and put it in your poem, you would use “quotation marks” for that, but Marge did not. Instead of putting quotation marks she did: **he said, burn your body.** **it is not clean and smells like sex.** **it rubs my mind sore.** **I said yes.** But the way she structured her poems, it makes it unique. After reading her poems, I was inspired. I even went back to change some of my poems just to spice it up like the way Marge Piercy did. I really like Marge poems and I enjoyed reading every one of them that were on the sites besides the five poems I’ve chose.