Handle and Barrel

(This is my poem for the Johnny C's Poetry Slam assignment. You're SUPPOSED to read it out LOUD. Not the same picture as John's, but similar.)

From the perspective of the gun:

Handle and Barrel

I’m just a tool. I don’t make the decisions.
I do what I’m told, what I’m built for.

I shoot.
I kill.
I murder.

But tell that to this man.
This man on the other side of my barrel, that can
Do all but cry when he looks at me dead on.

Part of me, the inside of me
Wants to turn, burn, rocket this bullet
Out and hear the churning and the roar
My settling of the score
Makes.

I don’t want to kill.
But this is why I’m built.

Not to tell wrong from right
Day and light from dark and night.
I do what I’m told, what I’m built for.
Not one thing more.

I’ll work hard when the time is right.
Then get put back in my shallow desk drawer
Compile dust and try to remember the lives lost on my account.

But I wont remember.
I’m a tool. I don’t make the decisions.
I do what I'm told, what I’m built for.
Nothing more.

Original Poem

I just took my favorite lines from the "where Im from" poem and pieced it together. SO HERE YA GO:

I am from John Deer tractors
I'm from monsters under my bed.
Im from dandelions.
I'm from a squeaky screen door
That tells everyone in the house when Im home.
The cows are out.

Mixy matchy poetry...hatcha

I am not segregated
I am from a small town
Just four British kids
and one giant lion
He's close
He's very close.
Maybe he'll drop but
Not the scorn of my friends.

Re-introduction

I really loved the group reintroduction, and have enjoyed reading some of the reintroduction blogs that people have been posting. So hey, maybe I will post one myself.
As you all probably know, my name is Lynley Culver. I was named after some girl that I've never met before, but I like to think that she's probably pretty cool. I'm the youngest child, one older brother and one older sister (she just had a baby!) My dad passed away from cancer a little over 6 months ago, although it feels like it happened yesterday. My mom's the most adorable woman on the face of the Earth.
Secondary education (english) is my major and spanish is my minor. Although no matter how many Spanish classes I take, Im confident that I will never actually know Spanish. NO BIEN. I plan on studying abroad in Chile one of these days (if days are equal to months/years.)
That's me...... TA DA!

Brittish Accents Aren't Always the Solution

I just thought I would share one of my papers that I wrote for a free write activity, its good:

It was a day like any other. I had walked into class, eager to learn and socialize with my peers. I took my normal seat inbetween my high school friend and my newer college friend and began to jabber on about different things that had occurred throughout my day. I would recieve some witty comments back, either at the expense of some unlucky soul in my current story, or at my own. But it didn't matter. I loved these two friends, smart ass comments and all. In fact, their smart comments and the witty repartee was the exact reason why earlier in that semester I had chosen to join these two people, as well as other fantastic students, in a group teach for our English 4790 class. The final presentation of the group project would not take place for weeks, but until then, I lovingly chose the seat between these two dear people, every class period.
It's hard to tell what began the downward spiral of the bond between my friends and I. It might have started on the one fateful day where I decided to be in the group with them. OR it might have been the day that a simple assignment was given to us, ending our friendship in a mess of one act plays, Brittish accents, grocery lists, and broken hearts.


I think thats all I'll write. My group knows what they did.

Minus Jen and Amanda. They're pretty cool.

That leaves only John and Drew who are uncool. Incase you have bad detective skills.

No more pesky hot air balloons

So I found this advertisement on a website, and I thought it was pretty creative. It always seems like everyone is looking for the tool with the most power, the car with the most horsepower, and the house that costs the most money. This advertisement appeals to that mind-set. I know that if I were looking for a vaccuum and I couldn't decide between which kind I would like, the one that could suck a hot air balloon out of the sky would definitely be my first choice. A lot of people seem to base their decisions as consumers on the creativity and originality of advertisements. If I were one of those people, I would probably have about five of these vaccuums.