Izzy's Poetry & Art

Anne Frank and I

2011-08-07T11:17:00.003-04:00

"The most touching dream, however, was when I was deported to the camps because of my non-Aryan looks. Every night, I'd huddle close to you and Hanneli in the barracks. Once we tried to escape on the guard's bicycles, but just as we thought we'd made it, they caught us and brought us back to the horrid place. The most beautiful part of our friendship in my dream was when the prisoners from the front barracks lined up for roll call. I sat behind you to comfort you, yet you had no idea that I was there. And when you finally looked up when roll call was over, I said to you, 'I was watching you the WHOLE time,' You smiled, and I said, 'Don't worry. We'll get through this! We have each other,' Later, we vowed to try to escape again another night."

Faceless and In Ash

2011-07-12T12:13:00.001-04:00

A photo I edited into artwork

An Angel's Slumber

2011-04-25T21:24:00.003-04:00

On solitary nights
You just might feel
The subtle sounds of slumber
Faint sighs of weariness
Echoing from the Unknown
The soft brush
Of a figure
Delicately descending
Onto a pink cloud
And silently drifting
Down to the calm water below
In which you may hear
The ripples of the tide
Moving in
And you may wonder
What you are feeling
The muffled sounds
Of an angel
Transitioning to slumber
Far off in a distant land
Somewhere everybody
Gets to live
At some point
Heaven

Donations

2011-03-24T18:36:00.002-04:00

Hi everyone,

I know this isn't poetry or art, I just wanted to share with you that the seventh grade alone, raised almost $2,000 for the American Cancer Society. Hooray for us! Thanks, all seventh graders for lending a helping hand to those affected by cancer.

Izzy

Friends

2011-01-08T21:57:00.003-05:00

friends

Come and go

Like the seasons in time

Fading and

Thickening

Friends

Are as cruel

As a slave's master

Their mind games

As pale as alabaster

But friends

are porcelain masks

You don't

Fully know them

Inside and out

You keep one

Or lose one

That's what friends are about

Friends

Simple

2010-04-06T18:44:00.002-04:00

She says hello
To a brand new world
Turning against her

My Two Halves

2010-02-27T10:12:00.002-05:00

My imagination is like sun showers
Sprinkling down from the sky
My eyes are like a network
Trying to see beyond
The world as we know it
My mood is like the blazing sun
My generosity is like snow falling on cedars
My imagination is like a thunderstorm
Raining down from the heavens
My eyes are like critics
Judging the world around me
My mood is like a single tear
Reflecting off the moon
My competitiveness is like a tornado
Whisking past everything in its way
I live in this world, and I see it

Movies

2010-01-30T18:44:00.002-05:00

To go along with the stories I'm writing, I'm working on a movie to go along with the story Caroline, with the help of Sof. I will then post the movie on my blog for the viewing audience. Even more of a reason to stay tuned!!! :)

Caroline Aproshii The Silent Era

2010-01-30T18:40:00.001-05:00

I am currently working on fascinating stories, which i will post on the blog the moment they are done. So stay tuned! Because you're in for some ENTERTAINMENT!!!

Thank You!!!!

2010-01-30T16:04:00.001-05:00

I would like to thank my cousin (who follows this site) for all her help and inspiration. Check out the new poems that she and I posted yesterday.

FLOAM!

2010-01-29T21:29:00.003-05:00

FLOAM! The advertisement says
Quiet Jimmy watches
He wants floam
He can not get floam
He has just spent all his money
It is not Christmas, nor his birthday
Jimmy cries
His mom comes in
She has floam

Fugitive Contestants

2010-01-24T10:46:00.015-05:00

A girl ponders life

In an old brown tavern

With a greyhound by her feet

"I must leave this place," she thinks

For thou hath no home to return to

Hath no family to speak to

Hath no acquaintances to entrust upon

The girl watches with sad, teal eyes

As a frail boy leaves thy cold-hearted place;

Disrobed of all hope

Thy hollow shell that was once a girl

Limps over to thy entryway

To follow him

For she has nowhere else to go

As they stumble along the silent path

Of unknown legacies,

Their skin becomes raw

In the frigid evening rain.

Oh, how adverse! The pernicious odyssey

That so closely awaits!

The girl's dismal image reflects off deprived souls;

Whom had once been children like herself;

Sister and Brother, shivering abaft a boulder

Writhing with starvation

"Come with us you shall," The girl coaxes softly

"Shelter we shall seek;"

The boy whispers through the darkness

Of the sorrowful, menacing evening

The children, shaken to the bone,

Close to drowning into the frigid, dark night

Finally see shelter; an unwelcoming abode

"In here," the sister whispers

A crack in thy exterior

Big enough for all four

Their cores frozen,

The children collapse on the solid floor

Of thy unfriendly,

Bleak looking building

That they are forced to call home

For they have nowhere else to go

Dusty foam mats line the floor

"This is where we sleep,"

The boy says weakly, half dead already

Nails line the floor, every which way

And thy children wonder, "What is this place?"

The girl discovers a sign hanging

On two nails, rusted with age

'Left To Dissection Chamber' the sign reads

She carries her bag

Dripping from cool, sticky rain

The boy checks the time

Thy beauty of their moment of normalcy

Comes to a halt, as an anguished woman

Steps out from a dark, crimson curtain

And the children must look to her now;

For they have nowhere else to go

"Finally," She mutters to the fugitives

"I have got you,"

The woman grabs hold of the fugitives,

And leads them to an old, deep pit.

"Where are you going to take us?"

The girl asks with a distant stare

Thy insecure, angry woman screams,

Her face twisted into a psychotic grimace

And the children watch helplessly

As the woman is slowly driven mad

Thy poor, lonely soul

Hath no one else to look to

For escape from thy frightening aspect of solitude

"All I wanted was you," She cries

"You are now my contestants!"

She croaks, hate rising

And they know that this woman

Is a mirror-image of their lonely, pathetic selves

So lonely, yet so opposite;

A person whom had lost everything

Whom now relies on force

To bring her thy company

In which she so sorely lacks;

"My games," she cries, "Thou compete!"

Thy girls and boys do what they are told

For they have nowhere else to go

Their lives are not honorable

Not recognizable

Dust in time and space

For they haven't a life of normal people

For they must win it by competing for it

They start using their tired muscles

Edging down into a diagonal pit

Too deep to understand, too dark to sense

They climb back up the aged rock wall

Slip and fall, slip and fall

Grab on, grab on

Watching from a distance is an old man

His sad eyes sinking with age

And scars of early life cruelty

Teary-eyed fugitives held captive

By a twisted, insane, insecure woman,

He watches the children

The eyes of the girl from the tavern

Meet the old man's, and they remember

The ancient times when the girl spent her lonely days

In the brown tavern, with the greyhound...

'These fugitives,' he thinks, 'are kept here,'

'For they have nowhere else to go,'

The man watches, tears welling

In his tired, bloodshot eyes

A boy slips- Slipishelech...

But no sound of a clutch,

No sound of a grip,

Now swallowed up by the unfathomable pit

The old man hobbles over

To the fugitives, and grabs hold of them all;

Holds them close, and obscures them

From the insanity of the monster

Who caused them so much misery,

Yet who could so perfectly relate to the children;

And the girl imagines, a long time back

A young girl like herself;

Desperately searching for a friend,

For Home Sweet Home

And the girl cries at the terrible thought

Of this poor, pathetic woman

Who had nowhere else to go

The old man brings them back

To the place they feel normal, The tavern

They wouldn't talk, would only shiver

The sister of the boy who'd slipped would only moan

But a click in each one of their minds

Told them that this man was up to no evil

So they thanked him, tentatively, but sincerely

And a click in each one of their minds

Told them that they were no longer fugitive contestants,

For now they had someone to be with,

Someone to love,

Somewhere to go

The Pugs

2010-01-24T10:46:00.001-05:00

Imaginary Stone

2009-07-15T19:01:00.004-04:00

Imaginary Stone
Streaks of Scarlet
Shimmering in the moonlight
Silver Streaks Stretch out like clouds across a barren desert
It's spirit fades away with the lonely moan of the wind
It does not exist

Life

2009-03-25T20:21:00.002-04:00

What is life?
A long path full of wrinkles and ridges
A winding trail in which we come and go
A heavy treasure chest, full of surreal discoveries
A black hole packed with phantoms and misfortunes
A fierce, churning river that keeps rolling on
A broken clock that can't be figured out
A rusted gear that never stops turning
A plant that sprouts in the toughest conditions
A serene pond that never dries up in a drought
A locked door that doesn't open until the time is right
That is life

I Am

2009-03-25T20:06:00.002-04:00

I am an athlete, and I am strong
I wonder if I will be in the WNBA
I hear the basketball scoreboard buzz
I see myself scoring a shot from the other end of the court
I am an athlete and I am strong
I pretend to be a pro on the Celtics
I think I'm very competitive on the court
I worry about breaking my leg
I hope I'm good enough to make the WNBA
I am an athlete and I am strong
I understand I have to get better at basketball
I dream of breaking a record throwing shots
I try to be spirited and strong during sports
I feel like a winner
I am an athlete and I am strong

Snow

2009-03-08T18:58:00.002-04:00

Soothing wonder of snowy stars falling from the pitch-white sky
Swirling clouds spit out snowflakes like saltshakers
Snowflakes shimmer like crystals in the air
Sparkling icicles fall from bare trees
Slushy snow blowing intensely on my frostbitten face

The Lonely Beach

2009-03-08T18:29:00.002-04:00

As I skip through the rocky, wet sensation of the beach, I see and hear amazing things.
A water-logged piece of driftwood floating on the soothing water
A small patch of woods growing on a partially-eroded sandbar
A silent pool of glistening water, sparkling in the sun by the ocean
A dull brown cave made of hardened sand, topped with mussel shells
A distant, low moan of a far off steamboat
A large, rusted chain lies in a heap, like bones by the shore
A wave of sandy wind swirls in spirals above me
A colorful scallop shell lies in wet sand while waves wash over it
A variety of colorful, ornate rocks sit by the ocean like they are forgotten
A heap of dark green seaweed floats on the shimmering waves
A dark gold crab waddles toward the blue-green ocean
A nearby seagull greets the waves like a magnet
As I skip through the rocky, wet sensation of the beach, I watch, as nature takes act at the shore.

By Izzy

Izzy's Poetry and Art

2009-03-08T18:12:00.002-04:00

I'm glad you came to check out my blog. You can see many new paintings and poetry each weekend.