Quietly the light it gathers
slowly comes the start of day
tranquillized and peaceful forces
gradual trail from eastward way
Pastels of colors carefully formed
and crystal moons in the rising sky
through which direction wind is blowing
every sound echoes softly by
Independent, cherished gold
soulful, touching through beauty’s eyes
there is waking on the Earth
welcoming the warmth of the sunrise
Baltimore in the 1970s was a rough place. Around every corner were gangs of drug dealers and thieves, and the word murder was commonly used as much as it was committed. Growing up was especially hard for Wes, whose father had died when he was very young. Later on in his life, Wes learned that there was another man who grew up not far from himself, who shared his name. But their fates went in the opposite direction. Both boys had a troubled childhood. The other Wes was fatherless as well, and both battled moving and bad friendships. Friendships that led the other Wes to becoming a drug dealer in his early teens, and eventually taking part in a robbery and murder of a police officer. Both got in trouble with the police. Wes had trouble at academic school, and his mother eventually sent him off to military school. Finally finding his place and respect, Wes graduated from John Hopkins University and became a Rhodes Scholar. Both Wes’ were in the same situation. So how did their paths lead in completely opposite directions? Wes was so fascinated by this, he decided to visit the other Wes in Prison and find out more. Maybe it was because the other Wes grew up without an older man to be his role model. Or maybe it was his neighborhoods in his early life. But in the Novel The Other Wes Moore, written by Wes Moore, Wes finds out “the chilling truth that his story could have been mine. And the tragedy that my story could have been his.”
I would rate this book 5/5 stars for its depth and moral. A story may begin with a struggle, but you can still stand strong and become a great person. Because of certain language and content, my age recommendation is 13+. But of course, a mature reader below that age is welcome to read it if they see fit.
I drift away
Never to be seen by the light of day
Some may say it makes me dark
While I slowly back away form the brightness that once surrounded me
I lose my spirit when I bask in that black emptiness
It hurts me with such pain
So, I stumble in a frenzy of panic
The Thing steals me, haunts me, and takes me as their own
The desolation is a vacuum waiting to consume everyone and everything
My long gone spirit filled with a one-of-a-kind confidence has been taken
The hollow effect it has causes me to bail in an outburst of tears for hope of a better day
Sorrowfully I drift away from the mainstream society
Oh, how I constantly ask myself, Why am I such an Outcast?
Why does the weeping flower stay,
It’s filled with nothing, it should decay
But there it stands with only pride
Oh, how I can not look at how it cried
It fills me with such sorrow
I even fear its life for tomorrow
Throughout the torture its suffered
It will not even stay covered
How I long to acquire the soul of that rose
Not to fear, this wish will not be lowest of lows
All I need is the power it wields
The type I do not breed whereas
A mere plant can have that power to withstand like no other
So, I wish to my father, cousins, brother, and mother
That no matter how hard I must try I will not wither away
Not even a moment to think about a chance of decay
Do you lack imagination
where do your loyalties lie
when you find yourself feeling down
do you soar high up in the sky
Can you understand the feelings
of the beings around you
without even knowing
who they are
And why does watching
the birds flying up so high
make you feel down
Or does it lift you up?
But to do that you must have imagination
and know where your loyalties lie
and when you find yourself down
soar high up in the sky
And understand the feelings
of the beings around you
without even knowing
who they are
And when you feel the wind on your face
from the top of the tallest tree
and then fall down
and yet you’re still higher than you’ve ever been before.
-Marie Walters, June 2017
Review by fmarie0122
Eddie is a grizzled war veteran who feels trapped in a meaningless life of fixing rides at a seaside amusement park. His days are a dull routine of work, loneliness, and regret.
Then, on his 83rd birthday, Eddie dies in a tragic accident, trying to save a little girl from a falling cart. He awakens in the afterlife, where he learns that heaven is not a lush Garden of Eden, but a place where your earthly life is explained to you by five people. These people may have been loved ones or distant strangers. Yet each of them changed your path forever.
One by one, Eddie’s five people illuminate the unseen connections of his earthly life. As the story builds to its stunning conclusion, Eddie desperately seeks redemption in the still-unknown last act of his life: Was it a heroic success or a devastating failure? The answer, which comes from the most unlikely of sources, is as inspirational as a glimpse of heaven itself.
My mom actually recommended this book to me and one day on a trip to the beach I decided to give it a shot. Through Eddie’s encounters in heaven his life is pieced together, and it allows the reader a deeper insight into the hardships that Eddie has experienced throughout his lifetime. All the people that he meets along the way played a part in his life and they had a story to tell, along with a lesion to be taught. With this Eddies is able to come to terms with what has happened in his life so that he can be truly at peace in heaven. This is a beautiful interpretation of heaven created by Mitch Albom and I would highly recommend that you give the book a chance.
Hi! I am back with another fan art (I’ve been trying to draw original characters). This piece is of one of the characters, Shouto Todoroki, who has a super power which allows him to freeze with his right hand, and burn with his left. It took about three hours to draw and I used FireAlpaca and my Wacom Intuos 5 tablet (I use it for all of my drawings). I thought this was really fun to draw because he is very unique looking character. I fell in love with his design: his eyes, his hair, everything. His two “sides” gave me a great opportunity to play around with colored light. This was my first time painting fire, and I wish I made it look neater because it kind of looks like a blob. At least I’ll know how to improve on it in the future.
What I really wanted to discuss was how to begin drawing a picture. Sometimes I have an idea of something I want to draw in my head, but I don’t know how to start. It can be very frustrating sometimes. You can feel like you’re so close, yet so far away from getting it onto the paper. Even if it does get onto the paper, sometimes it doesn’t look the way you want, though you can visualize it. I’m sure some of you have felt this or something similar, whether it be for art, writing, or writing music. Today, I have some tips to overcome this problem, specifically for art. This may not help everyone, but it really works for me,
- Use references: If I can’t figure out how a certain pose works, I look it up on google. I often struggle with drawing people sitting down, so just search “people sitting”, and you will get tons of images that will show you whatever pose you were looking for. Then, with a real visual on the side, it becomes much easier to use what you thought up in your head and actually draw it.
- Make a gesture sketch: This is a bit harder to describe than it is to show you. Basically, bodies have shapes, so before you get into the itty bitty details, it is easier to draw some shapes to “form” the outline of what you want to draw. I usually do this when drawing more than one character. This also makes the picture look more interesting and less stiff. I have an example of this here. It’s pretty messy, but it gets the idea across so you can start building the drawing.
- Try again and again! Sometimes when I sketch out something I’m not satisfied with, I redo it. Of course, this can require some patience and is a bit frustrating, but it gives you a fresh, new start. Also, you might know how to fix what you did wrong after doing it once already. Speaking of which, when I was first starting to draw this picture of Shouto, I originally planned to have his hands in the air, but it really didn’t fit the mood of the picture or him as a character. So, I redid it, and I like this version a lot better.
That’s as many tips I can think of at the moment. I’m sure there are more, so I may share them with you later. Thank you so much for reading. Keep drawing!