Just as we see, half rosy and half white
Dawn and the morning star dispel the night
in beauty thus beyond compare impearled
the queen of scotland rises on the world

A strange poem that kinda wormed its way out. Very queer thing. I was having a good day, too.


Search my soul
Let me go
As I fall into oblivion

Sweet ignorance
Envelopes my mind
And shows me things beyond imagination

Do not die
For I am me
Let me be
In my sweet indecision


I like my death
It's sweetly familiar
Don't take him away
I love my death

Boom, cargo
Insanity reigns
Don't step behind the rainbow


For you'll fall
Too


Do not die
For I am me
Let me be
In my sweet indicision

I like my death
It's sweetly familiar
Don't take him away
Lest he come to you willingly

Killed.

Knocked out into the burning sun
By my own brother
my remains bearing a message
of cruelty and dishonor
as I was slain by the sun
killed by my brother
in cold blood as he whispered in my ear:
Death..
And my mother did nothing but watch.


(an ode to those Booby's(calm down, guys, they're birds) on the Galapagos Islands that are killed every day by their own fellow offspring--siblicide--while their parents watch on.)

RANCOR


Tick, tock
Rancor's clock
tick, tock, click, clock
nick, nock, pick-pock,
shick, shock, Sith's clock,
nick, niggen, get diggen,
tisk-missin, John Lennon,
mock, chock
click, clock
tick, tock.

You enter and see a malfunctioning toaster oven holding a butcher knife. No, I’m just kidding, no, don’t go away! Okay, so this is a summary of my life. In other words, an essay about me. Are you sure you want to read this? Alright, but be warned—I am about as weird as they come. My world revolves chiefly around art and God, so do not be surprised to see these two everywhere there is space. Alright, let us begin the torture!



My life? You want to know about MY life? It isn’t nearly as interesting as my character history—very well, we shall begin. Well, I was born in Raleigh, North Carolina. At age one, my family moved to California. My brother was three. I grew up in a duplex next to a family of Latinos. They moved out when I was about four, and then my father met another writer named Jane Landis. She lived in Ohio; when I was seven she moved into the empty duplex beside us. She got her first hamster when I was six or so, and the number of hamsters she has owned, whether at the moment they are dead or alive, is well over 50. I went to school at age six (naturally, it being the law) and moved from Nora Sterry to Richland to Braddock until I went to a middle school called Palms. At age 7, I began to write. Not as in write an essay, as I am doing now; but actually write a story. The story I began with morphed into a novel, which has not been finished after five years. The main character is derived from a picture I did of a Jabberwocky in….3rd grade? I don’t remember…anyway, it has gone through a lot of changes and I have finally thought up a title for it: The Fall of the Tirians. My life is not at all interesting so I will speak of my arts in all ways.. one of my nicknames is Rosinbreaker…I shall tell you that I was in beginning strings last year and I played the cello…and a friend slapped that name on me….for obvious reasons, I think….* I had classes for sculpting with clay when I was six or seven at Stoner park. It lasted for a very short period of time, the class being free and, naturally, not getting any profits from it. So now they have these messed-up classes that are at least forty dollars apiece! Not even worth it… When I went to the “Equine Affaire”, I saw this huge life-sized figure of a horse running next to a foal, nostrils wide but not exhausted, proportions perfect---and all sculpted straight from wire. I met the artist there. Her name was Esther Benedict, and she has a small ranch in Texas that she works on her art. She is a wonderful artist and one of my heroes—she knows and remembers me and I have sent her letters on how to do this and when to do that… Anyway, I had her card in a little suitcase on my key chains, but that got stolen, I guess. Oh. The key chains. I assume you want to know more about what is up with that miscellaneous jumble of assortments at my side every day. What can I say? Someone gave me some key chains and I went from there.

*You use rosin when you play the cello. It goes on the bowstring to make it sound less scratchy. I broke the cello rosin, thus, the name.

Alexandra Reneau\Period 5\8-04-03

And you wish to see me now, as well. Here I am: An occupant of a duplex, living with her brother and mother, with her father and soon-to-be step-mom living with 37 small rodents next-door to her. She is a gamer of all sorts, a fan of Role-Playing Games (R.P.G.S) and R.T.S.’s (real time strategy). She is an artist, of sorts—not a very good one, mind you, but getting there. She is still writing those books and still not done with any of them. She is a student of Palms Middle School, a horrible writer (in all matters), and a MAJOR doodler in ALL WAYS. Hardly a week goes by without someone asking, “Are you a girl or a boy?”, but I am shocked and surprised to report that no one—I repeat, NO ONE—has asked this whole week! Wow…that deserves pizza! If Star Wars were real (and all of the characters still alive) I would be the Sith* apprentice of Darth Vader. I have memorized the last part of the fifth Star Wars episode and will recite it upon questioning…yes, I know, it is absolutely pathetic, but that is me. I am very silly. Do not expect less. I am an adequate musician at the cello, but now that I am in Orchestra there are so many people who are far better than I. I have only practiced twice last summer, therefore I stink at playing the cello now. I have started playing the harp, which has been my lifelong dream, and now own a small Celtic Folk harp that is gathering dust in the corner. I have an overactive imagination, and one of my favorite hobbies is staring absently into space. Have I missed anything? Oh. And I love emoticons. ^.^ *_* T_T J L :’-( ;-) ;-( ;-9 :-p ~:-) >:-( >:-) :-D O.O >.< x.x @.@ A.A $.$ X) XD XP <(-.-<)KIRBY!

*Sith: Dark Side version of Jedi



Oh, so now you want to know about my FUTURE? Noisy little person, aren’t you? Nah, I kid. Okay, let’s take a look into the future….let me go get my crystal ball…

ZAP!!

Okay, we’re here! Looks like I will go to an art-based high school and take a course in graphics designing over the summer…oh, this is interesting, look, I’ll get into an art college and take…two years graphics design and two years art? I guess so. What else is here? Ah. As soon as I leave college I’ll take yet another course in graphics design, and, if I’m good enough, oh, look, I’ll either get a job at Blizzard* or Ghost Town Games**, if it’s up by then. Oh, and I’ll be living with friends until I move out into…an apartment for probably the rest of my life. I see that I will have an art shop online and anywhere it will sell, it seems. I can’t see the name of it, though. I guess that’s okay. Something foggy around the marriage idea though…I can’t see if I find the right guy or not. That’s okay, I’m just as happy single. That’s about all I can see right now.


POOF!!


*Blizzard is a really high-class graphics company for games. It is the best graphics designing company for games in the business. Take a look at Halflife 2 coming out—it’s fantastic, the people smile at you during the game, and it looks real enough to touch. It’s creepy. ^.^
**Ghost Town Games is the company name that my brother figured out. He says he’ll have it up and running someday….^.-

So this is it. You have read me. How depressing. I am something to be read, nothing more than a few pages of insignificant information. I am an ‘it’, a furnishing, a chair or a table you step on and disregard of any importance. Something man-made, perhaps molded to believe in a fake reality that my looks are all that matter, that immorality is the only way to live life. What is reality? Certainly not this insignificant lie we call daily life, the things we hold dear, surely those cannot have any meaning when it comes to eternity! Man is a wildflower in the rain; easily wiped out, quickly disregarded in the records of time. But, in the end, is that really as bad as it sounds? I for one would not want to be known as a girl who had disregarded the miracles so obviously placed before her and instead strived for a less-valued thing far out of sight. If that is me, I would prefer not to have a place in history at all! But then I forget that eternity not only reaches into the depths of the future, but into the past as well. It is a hard concept to grasp, an eternity behind us. And I wonder, what would I have done with that time? Perhaps use it to study life, to watch it evolve, then vanish as another takes its place as easily as the first came about! Yes, I believe in evolution—provided it is guided evolution. The theory by itself does not hold water but for a small contained area, as Charles Darwin’s studies are based on.
If I have shown you nothing in this, leave with the knowledge that life is short. Live it to the utmost.


Alexandra Reneau
Period 5
9/10/03


My essay...enjoy!^^

::falls over laughing, tears streaming::

oh..oh...I forgot how much I love this movie...oh...GO AND RENT THE COURT JESTER NOWWW!!!

::gasps for air::

whew.....oh, man, that's hilarious, man....oh...

::looks at the tv playing Star Trek suspiciously::

I dunno about this, Mom....looks pretty bad ta me....

Have all of my dedicated fans noticed that I DON'T LIKE STAR TREK...okay, so maybe this will change my mind but I DOUBT THAT HIGHLY...::looks at tv suspiciously again:: I don't like this...

okay, so SO FAR, this movie has NOT done anything to change my opinion on this...

Okay, so i don't know about you, but i think that america's lifeblood of its society is entertainment.at least, cali is...
If you took away everything dealing with entertainment, the society would not be crippled, it would be destroyed. I am totaly serious here. It's getting on my nerves. Every five minutes a new movie comes out. the bilboards are never empty, but if they are, they are being prepred to put up a movie ad.Yes, I know, movies and shows and tv are fun, but come on, now!and every five seconds there's a new sitcom on tv!WILL IT NEVER CEASE???
no, I'm serious, this is making me sick! I mean, if someone asks you at skool did you see that show last night and you say no, I don't watch tv you are automatically signed up as a candidate for class freak.
sigh....
Okay, I think I'm done lecturing...sorry....okay, gbye!

a-doo, doooo.....a-doo, doooo...

The Sun was shining on the sea
shining with all his might
he did his very best to make
the billows smooth and bright;
and this was odd because it was
the middle of the night.

The moon was shining sulkily,
because she thought the Sun
had got no business being there
after the day was done;
"Tis Rude of him,"she thought,
"to come and spoil the fun."

The walrus and the carpenter
were walking close at hand;
they wept like anything to see
such quantities of sand;
"If this was all swept away,"They said,
"it would be grand!"

"If seven maids with seven mops
swept for half a year"---

arg, can't remember it all, dammit!!I wonder if anyone actually reads these. I doubt it. if they read the poems--even LESS likely---and *gasp* comment on them(they must be related to me)that would be so shocking I doubt my heart would take it and fail and I would be dead right there on the spot. but hey, I died in 3rd grade, so I don't think I have to worry too much bout that...ARGARGARGMATEY!i'm a pirate who can't type!!lol!!!

Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.

I like that movie and I also like the book....

did you know that the toaster has to be plugged in to work?

And as the skies to shine with blue
the silver sheen will never fade
simplicity in words will give you a clue
to where the kinsman bade....
And yet still the dawn may fade
in the rising of the sun
and great is the blood that flows
under the moonlit glade....
But still believe that though the words
be simple in structure and meaning;
and thought the wyvern in the curds
that such are most misleading;
(feel free to join in verse)
Confusion, so the wyvern thought,
is such a normal state of mind
for those who never drink the drought
of wisdom men do find;
And so the wondered day may end
with wonder still implied;
with wyvern thought in river bend
in worldly, too, he sighed.
(that's okay so do I you can join anyway it makes it interesting)
The moon did rise upon a ship
sailing amidst a sea of stars
as distraught wyvern did water sip
under the gaze of planet Mars...

And though the wyvern did not think of it,
Salek was certainly not meant to be a poet.

Thank you, the wyvern said,
to one who's messages are not unread.

And as the wyvern stood in thought
to wonder who the wonderer willed;
that sends him such simple thoughts
and what these thoughts distilled--

And then a cry out of darkness came
a plea of explanation nigh
that seemingly would be question named
but not but named question why???


oh, how horrid are three periods in a row
if you think of female troubles, you'll know

How poetry doth wreck my soul
and plant within it springs of thyme
and tear my mind to a gaping hole
whilst trying to find a suitable rhyme

It is so boring so far here....no-one that I know and nothing to do....why am I here? because I am bored out of my mind. Simple enough......