5 Ways of Looking at Storytelling

Written by Elena, Devon, Carly, Spencer, and Briana

1. A myth, a legend.
Passed down from generation to
generation - everlasting.

2. A chief telling his tribesmen
of the unknown future:
A great world, untraveled.

3. A little boy, safe under
blue blankets, huddled close
to his mother, hearing adventures
of Winnie the Pooh and
his woodland friends.

4. A man with a guitar, his soul bleeding
through wires of a microphone.
Tears on his face:
he tells of loves lost,
and celebrations had,
as his audience dances infront of him.

5. A story doesn't always need words
to be told;
A lot is said by simply using body language.

Black-Eyed Sally's

The blues band begins and love escapes from the
throat of the trumpet.
The more the man plays the groves in the sax,
the happier the crowd becomes.
How can a band of five make
a room of one hundred feel so alive?
The passion of the room floats up into
the air, almost as if our
souls are dancing with eachother,
with people we have never even met.
Smiles are splattered on everyones faces, and the
aroma of ribs and homemade barbeque sauce
makes noses cry tears of joy.
Oh, what a wonderful feeling.

Rhythm of Love (Based on Becki's picture of a Couple Dancing)

It's a Saturday night, and
tonight,
She feels beautiful.
They are at a ball, and
they have just finished their meal -
a fine dish of seafood.
It is now time to dance, and the
orchestra begins to play.
He reaches out his hand to
propose a dance.
They get to the floor and
the music has completely attached itself to the ears of everyone.
It flows through their veins as they sway
Back and forth, side to side,
Absorbing the different vibrations of
instruments.
The rhythm of the beats have encouraged
a sense of security.
But as the song comes to an end,
she opens her eyes.
She is wearing her Sunday church dress
and a tint of brown eyeliner.
She looks around and notices
she is in her kitchen where
He and she have just finished a plate of processed sushi.
As she snaps back into reality,
she hears her stereo blasting
all Manchester Orchestra songs.
A smile spreads across her face as they go to take a seat.
It's a Saturday night, and
tonight,
She feels beautiful.

Love (Based on The Poet's Garden by Van Gogh)

We walk along the path and
I am at peace with myself.
The love we share has overpowered my mind and
happiness is intertwined between
our fingers.
The beauty that she has nestled
upon her, creates a look of
elegance, of purity.
I am amazed by her.
The grace she possesses
has driven me crazy.
Her arms are my safe haven,
Because when I am with her,
Walking along this path,
I feel a sense of security.
And nothing
Could be more perfect.

Sin (Personification Piece)

In a happy town,
where happy people subside,
lives and old man.
Oh, how he longs for happiness.
He questions himself,
day after day.
"Why can't I be happy?
Why must I be despised?"
But he has a job he has yet to finish.
This old, wrinkled man made a deal
To the Devil
and has still to accomplish
his deeds.
He traded his happiness
For a life of hate
out of selflessness,
not selfishness.
And now he has lost it.
He is what he brings to life: sin.

Infatuation (Magnectic Poem)

Beneath love there is mystery.
Explore how beautiful innocence is.
Understand imperfection.
Devour intelligence.
Let go of time.
Lust becomes a sanction.
Forever astray until exhausted.
Design fear as a cheat.
Must surprise emulate an end?

Ecstacy

Take me back to the night where I was alive.
Where the only thing I could hear were
your soft whispers, reminding me,
Telling me,
You would never let go.
Where the only thing I could feel were the
assortment of colors flowing through my viens.
The clouds of happiness floating above me.
Where we could aspire 
Hope.
Where there was a feeling of trust,
A sense of security.
Where we loved not because of our looks,
but because of our inside; who we really were.
Where it didn't matter if I was fat
or ugly
or too tall, because those words
Never existed.
They were a segment of the world
We didn't want to imagine.
Where love actually meant something to all.
Where I was
Alive.