found poem

Love is
Supporting
Your family
Through
Thick and thin

True love is
Feeling
Butterflies
In the pit
If your stomach

Love is
Always

the liberation

tight spaces
drive me crazy
tight spaces
with many people
give me anxiety.
being around people
makes me feel
trapped.

what should be
a simple ride
on a train
turns into a
panic attack.
i shake and
reach out for
a comforting hand.
i need reassurance,
i need a helpful hand.

people push and
bump into me , not
a care of worry of my
personal being.

i hyperventilate
i shake
i cry
in tight spaces,
i am trapped

heart break

          "And yet, where was the Jane Eyre of yesterday? where was her life? where were her                             prospects? Jane Eyre, who had been an ardent expectant woman- almost a bride- was
            a cold, solitary girl again; her life was pale; her prospects were desolate."

    Jane began to fall apart after she found out that Rochester had a wife. She fell so in love with him that the news hit her like a ton of bricks. She got so upset about it that it just broke her down, The thought of the one she loved being married to another woman just broke her heart. Hence where I came up with the idea to draw what looks like a person ripping someones heart in half like Rochester did to Jane. The quote I chose is Jane realizing that she isn't acting herself and she is unsure of why.

onion peel #1

      I did not find it very realistic when Jane sat in the room with the man she hardly knew. Although the man was injured so he could not do anything to harm her, it is still very strange that she would stay in the room with the man. I still have the strong opinion of Jane being a push over. Just because she is in love with Mr. Rochester, does not mean that she has to do anything he says. I think it seems as though he is being controlling to a women that he knows in interested in him so he's taking advantage of him. Jane has shown that she is opinionated and very blunt. She has no problem telling him that he is unattractive so I think that she should put her foot down and tell him that it isn't okay for him to push her around. He may have some feelings for her but he does not care about her as much as she cares about him. Jane is too naive to realize that he is just using her. I believe he has started showing her some feelings just to make it so that she doesn't give up on him. If he shows some feelings for Jane, it will keep Jane in his pocket. Rochester will always have Jane in his back pocket to use whenever he feels necessary.

what i call home

       Home, a noun, the place where one lives permanently, especially as a member of a family or household. The  legitimate definition is not what I actually see as home. My big yellow house on top on that six foot high wall is not what I see as home. Yes, that house is where I'm most comfortable, but it isn't "home". That house is where my memories were made, where I grew up. I have memories of our annual pig roast when all my family members come over, I have memories of my sisters and I playing bus driver, or my all time favorite is playing pirates and burying treasure to find later-which was just a plastic bag of Chuck-E-Cheese coins- with my sister and the little boy next door who I still call my brother. I also do not have a single home. My definition of home will vary to when I am happiest. Over the summer I found home to be driving around in my grandpa mobile blaring and harmonizing to "Dazed and Confused" or my all time favorite "Marvin Gaye" with my best friends. Or our long car rides to the beach where we'd have heart to hearts about boys, work, or even just about absolutely anything. That is where I'm happy when I am with my friends but I also find home to be with my family. My family is the best. We can have fun anywhere you put us. We can squeeze into a small one bed room apartment and we all sit in a circle and eat our meatball subs when we come back from apple picking. Or on a hot summer day we all go to my uncle's pool or we all pack up for the weekend and go to the cape for a weekend. But lately I've found happiness by laying in bed on the phone with my best friend that I also get to call my boyfriend, whose two states away. If I'm ever having a bad day he'll tell me some of his corny jokes or make goofy helicopter noises at me. No matter the bad day I'm having I know I have him and my friends and family to put a smile on my face, make me feel welcome. To make me feel at home. Physical objects shouldn't be what has enough of your energy for you to call home. Home is where you're surrounded by love and where you're most happy.