2nd response to the Truman Show

AN: Sorry this has taken so long, I've haven't really felt like writing so much this week. Probably because it's the first week back from break. So anyway here is a response that I had to make myself write. 

Everything is perfect, the sky, the sun, the grass. Even your life; nothing can go wrong. Your entire life you have lived in peace and harmony. This is what Truman's life was like in The Truman Show, everything was perfect for him except, he wasn't the one in control of his life.

On the inside the island that Truman lived on seemed just like a regular island. The people seemed like regular people. Everyday Truman would wake up buy a magazine, go to work, come home and go to bed. Nothing was irregular, it was the same routine everyday. This routine was made for him and he wasn't controlling it. Everything was created for Truman but he couldn't make the big decisions in life, like who he loved, what kind of job he wanted, and even things like where he wanted to live. These were chosen for him and he couldn't do anything about it.

Truman always wanted to be an explorer, but he couldn't do this because he was afraid of the ocean. This fear was made up, it wasn't true. The creators of Truman's world set up this fear so Truman would never leave and find out that his life was made up. In the end Truman conquered his fear, and went sailing.

If Life was Fake

AN: This is a poem about someone, like Truman, found out their entire life was fake and planned. It is my response to the Truman Show too. I had trouble thinking of topics to write about but I have decided to do this topic and in this format. I hope you enjoy it!

My life is a fake,
a fraud,
an act.

A secret my whole life,
a mystery,
a puzzle.
 
All my fears aren't real,
planned,
rehearsed.

Nothing is real,
not in this world,
not even the people.

I want to live,
a free life,
with the unexpected.

 I want a life,
with real people,
and places.

I want to live
a life that's mine,
and mine alone.

Watching

AN: This is my poem for our journal entry that we did today. I was in the mood to do poetry, and I came up with this. I wrote my journal entry as a paragraph first and then changed it into a poem. That seemed to help me come up with an idea for a poem. I hope you enjoy it!

Driving, Driving, Driving,

Down a long road

A road that only ends,

When you're unprepared.

Watching, Watching, Watching,

Out the window

When scenes from your past,

Start to show.

Driving, Driving, Driving,

Past the hospital,

A newborn's cry

Is carried on the breeze.

Watching, Watching, Watching,

A child and her family,

Eating in a park

In a yellow blanket.

Driving, Driving, Driving,

On the same road,

A road the never ends,

Reaching out till the horizon.

Watching, Watching, Watching,

An empty elementary,

A middle school

And high school too.

Driving, Driving, Driving,

Past a college,

And at last

A small cemetery.

Watching, Watching, Watching,

The shadows move,

But the road is ending

All to soon.