Fancy Tomatoes

Official blog of Carmel Chen Shemmesh-Rafalowsky. All work uploaded here is original content unless otherwise stated. Blogs, poems, prose, photos. Have a look around and enjoy!

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When life gives you lemons, sell them on eBay.

Me, talking to Oleg March 11 2016

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Well

Since funding my college experience seems to necessitate my presence on the interwebs, it only makes sense to try to revert back to my original plans of making this blog my primary blog.

I’ll (hopefully) get this place back up and running within the next few days; update alla y’all with what’s been going on in my life and my plans for the future. Maybe I’ll impress everyone (myself included) and even upload some creative shite.

In the meantime, had a kaka day at work. Godforsaken 5 year olds, I tell ya.

Gonna hit the hay for now. More soon. Later? Eventually? Something? Let’s go with that.

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I can't put my finger on the why, but Frontier Psychiatrist feels rather Zappa-esque. Maybe because it's obviously a parody/satirical, but regardless... I feel it.

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Hey guys!

A few of things:

Quick shoutout to my new followers! I'm glad you all liked my work enough to follow. It means a lot to me and I'm very appreciative.

Reminder that I have a link to my TeenInk account on the sidebar of my blog. If you're on mobile, the link is here. It would mean a lot to me if you could check out my work and rate it. Work on TeenInk is displayed based on popularity, and the more + higher someone's rating is, the more it'll be displayed. You can rate up to once a day!

One of my New Year's resolutions is to write more, so hopefully you'll all see some new content soon!

I can't wait to experience 2014 with all of you. Hope you're all off to a great start!

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Make Me Your Masterpiece

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Thinking of someone tonight...

"Be Mine"

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I feel the weights tugging at my feet

Grounding me to a reality I refuse to believe in

And want no part of

I struggle and squirm

Twist my body to and fro

To no avail

As the noose tightens around my neck

I look to the sky and finally make my peace

The crowd gasps in horror as my form falls, limp, sagging against my binds

But as my soul floats upward with humor and delight

I grin

And I can swear I feel my lips curving while I do…

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11/25/2012

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Carmel your poem is so good! Sorry i have no constructive criticism, only praise, but if i think of anything i will let you know :)

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that is constructive enough i am proud thank you friend :')

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Half-formed thoughts and raging emotions swirl in my head And sweep down my body, Crashing over and sucking me in like the riptide of the sea. In this place of irrationality and fear Logical thoughts and reasons are gunned down where they stand, Their obituaries never printed in the local news. I want nothing more than to cry for help, To change my fate, But should I do none other than sink to the floor and wail I feel I shall never be understood. A white jacket seems more probable; More ‘in store’ for me And if I were to disagree, then it would do nothing but validate my instability. The instability is not my fault—I claim no responsibility. I’ve been handcuffed to a pendulum swinging between poles And the only way out Is certain free fall. Too bad No one ever taught me to fly.

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Hi, guys!

A poem of mine recently got published on Teen Ink's website (I've yet to hear back from them on whether or not it'll be published in the actual magazine).

Highly rated articles display more prominent on the site and I'd love to get any constructive criticism or comments on it, so I'd really appreciate it if you could head on over and rate it and/or drop a comment! Feedback is the only way I can get better.

So here's the link! Thanks in advance, and I'll be putting the poem up on here separately later.

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What I'm listening to right now. Not bad for inspiration.

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Do you know the pain that lurks inside?

The ache that lies in wait

Once you pull away the curtain?

It’s an old thing, a wretched thing

Stewed inside her body too long,

And steeped within her bones.

It’s soul-deep, part of her now—

Or didn’t you know?

It is not a regular ache, it is not a normal pain;

It’s far surpassed that by now.

For what else would you call the roiling brew that churns beneath her skin if not extraordinary?

Some would call it terrifying,

Others would exclaim, “Disgusting!”

And surely it is a disturbed sight.

But I would only smile in fondness and recognition

Before retrieving my syringe and injecting some of that glorious, internalized sea—

Why, straight into me.

For what could be more stunningly gorgeous and inviting

Than a neat cocktail of emotion?

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A Different Smile, Like That of One Who Knows

Assignment: Write a descriptive essay. Involve the 5 senses.

A descriptive essay I wrote back in July, when I was revisiting S1.

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He stands tall, strong, head up and shoulders back like a warrior, the muscles that run like long cords down his body held loosely but with a firm edge—ready to tense and spring at a moment’s notice. Dean Winchester is an enigma for sure: he inhabits an artist’s beauty, carved lovingly and meticulously out of human flesh, but sways to a hunter’s heartbeat. It’s evident in, of all things, his hands. They’re perfect; a blend of tanned skin and lithe muscles marred by textured calluses at the base and pads on his fingers, from gripping the handle of a shovel and digging up a grave at night, the satisfying work of wielding a wrench restoring his beloved ’67 Chevy Impala under the scorching sun. Soft—the basic feel of human skin—but worn from the elements, a hard life—work.

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A writing assignment from over the summer. Related to the TV show Supernatural.

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Walking around Being knocked down.

Feeling your weight settle— Fall to the ground.

No reason or rhyme No fault to define No burning question or request for more time.

The decree has come Your good deeds undone Your soul is blank, unmarked as a clean gun.

The decision is yours The pill in your hands

A yes or no answer; those are his demands.

Eye on the prizeKeep the disguise Don’t let your will falter—don’t let your hope slide.

A sudden rushA single blow And in just a moment:

"I told you so."

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PSA

I have some stuff and updates in the works--for real this time! Stay tuned.

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I love this song too much to be wordy about it.

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San Ber’dino—Frank Zappa