I can't yet recall the first memory that I have, hidden int he back of my mind. Instead, I have an early memory to share, one of my favorites. I spent many of my years as a child in Williamsburg, Iowa with my uncle and his family as well as my grandfather.
Although I have lived in New York for my entire life, I did a lot of my growing up in Iowa, with my cousins. I have helped with soccer practices, jumped on trampolines, and gone to countless state fairs. However, the best memories that I have of Iowa are the ones that I am graced to have with my father, just standing on the porch, listening and watching as the storms roll over the house.
We can see the lights in the sky dim and open as a bolt of lightning spits itself at the ground, and we can imagine the black openings in the sky as huge mouths that are roaring and grumbling in anger, spitting fire at the earth. I am probably all of about five years old at this point, and I can remember seeing my mother smiling as she laughs with her younger brother and his wife in their newly furnished kitchen and my brother and cousins sitting on the floor, putting together their newfound presents from Santa. I loved how the swings would move with the wind and the trees would seem to scream as they were forced from side to side.
I can seem to see these things like they were just yesterday, but I have been told these stories many times over, and I still love to watch the storms roll in. Maybe it's just my imagination and maybe I'm exaggerating the truth, but it may just be the whole truth that this is how I would spend every evening at that house or in that barn.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Early Memory
I was in 1st grade when it happened. It was a few weeks till the last day of school and when I woke up my came up and asked me if I either wanted to take a plane or a bus to school.Curiously I took the plane offer and then I was told i would be going to Texas later that day.Surprised and exited me and my mom packed some stuff for the week long trip.I don't remember the airport we left from but the first plane we got on was a small business type jet and we actually had to walk on the tarmac to board it. The plane was amazing but the trip to Chicago was a short one.Than me and my mom had to wait in the Chicago airport for ,what seemed to me,a long time. The trip from Chicago to Texas was long.When we got off my aunt and her husband were there to pick us up. It was amazingly hot that whole week and we even had a lightning storm there which was pretty cool and that is about all i can remember from that trip.
Early Memory
It was the midst of July; the weather was sticky and hot. I stood at 3ft tall, only age 7 with the biggest smile on my face. The wind ran through my short thin black hair. Splashing around in the water, innocently picking up shells with rigid edges. The waves rolled slowly up and down along the shore line. The ocean seemed like a whole different world that I wanted to be a part of. The vibrant coral and fish, the salty taste of the water, the warmth of the sand in between my tiny toes. The dismal large pool of water was calling me in, I could feel it in my bones, wrapping tight and potentially throughout my body. All it took was one step. I thought my body could fight off the thrashing, wicked winds of the ocean. Little did I know that I was going to be swept out into the luxury of death. My Aunt, my favorite Great Aunt Gayle came darting across the beach down by the shore. I always remembered exactly what she wore, a strapless floral bathing suit with her beach blonde Barbie hair doo. She was wearing bright pink lipstick with balancing blue eye shadow. I was swept up by the ocean defenseless but I kept soothe and serene. I didn’t want to move, I wanted the ocean to want me, to fix me with Voodoo or conjuring magic. I wanted to be free; my Aunt viciously grabbed my hand. I was out of breathe, my small lungs were full of water, and I was drowning in myself.
The rest of the day, I was exhausted dozing off and on. I still wanted to be in the ocean and feel the wave’s crash while knocking me down, even though it was something serious, almost drowning. I ignored the incident and the nest day satisfied my urge for the ocean. I still have the nickname fish-out-of-water to this day.
The rest of the day, I was exhausted dozing off and on. I still wanted to be in the ocean and feel the wave’s crash while knocking me down, even though it was something serious, almost drowning. I ignored the incident and the nest day satisfied my urge for the ocean. I still have the nickname fish-out-of-water to this day.
Early memory
An early memory I have is learning the abc's. My mom and I were sitting together at the table. I was listening and repeating her, like I always did. She would also teach me when we were in the car together. One day, I got it. I could recite my abc's all by myself. Next, I was on the phone telling my grandmother. Everyone was so proud of me. The suprising part was that I was only one year old. I remembered the part of that day clearly.
My First Memory
The earliest memory that I have is the day that I met my best friend. It was the middle of July and I was 4 years old. I was outside playing games and being a toddler. There is a small slope on the side of my house that leads to my backyard and I was trying to push my motorized Jeep up it to put it away. The problem was that the thing was too big and heavy for me to do it alone. I remember that a kid and his parents were walking with a real estate agent to the house next door because it was for sale. The kid must've seen me struggling because he came over and helped me push the Jeep. Luckily the family moved into the house and I forever became best friends with this kid. We hung out everyday and became practically family. Many people mistook us for either brothers or cousins. Even though he moved a couple years ago, we will always be best friends.
My First Memory
(not really my first but still)
One of my memories is when i found out my uncle ron was in the hospital.
No one told me what had happend to him.No one really knew i guess.I cryed almost everynight because i was scared something bad was going to happen.I visited him every weekend in Helen Hayes hopsital.They a lot of tests to see what was wrong they couldnt figure it out.Alls the doctors knew was that he was paralyzed.It was a sudden thing to happen.I thought he wasnt going to make i through.He has been doing rehab for his legs,but it isnt working.This guy is someone i look up to, hes my role model.He shows that no matter what happens always be strong.Today, he is still in a wheelchair,but he is fighting his body to see if one day he could walk.That is one of my saddest memories.
One of my memories is when i found out my uncle ron was in the hospital.
No one told me what had happend to him.No one really knew i guess.I cryed almost everynight because i was scared something bad was going to happen.I visited him every weekend in Helen Hayes hopsital.They a lot of tests to see what was wrong they couldnt figure it out.Alls the doctors knew was that he was paralyzed.It was a sudden thing to happen.I thought he wasnt going to make i through.He has been doing rehab for his legs,but it isnt working.This guy is someone i look up to, hes my role model.He shows that no matter what happens always be strong.Today, he is still in a wheelchair,but he is fighting his body to see if one day he could walk.That is one of my saddest memories.
Memory
One of the first memories I can remember is when I learned how to ride my bike. I had gone out to breakfast with my Mom, and Brother when i decided that i felt like learning how to ride a bike without the training wheels. So i was excited that whole morning that i actually might learn to ride a bike like a grown up. so we left the diner and went home. I ran out of our car and got my bike out of the garage and just started to ride around. Then my brother came outside and asked me if I was ready, and I said YES.
So we started first on my driveway and i fell off the bike and got right back on the bike and started again. I kept on falling so i decided we should go in the backyard and learn back there this way it wouldn't hurt as badly if i did fall. So we went in the back and I finally had gotten the hang of it after the 100Th time. at least that what it felt like. So after that i started riding all around on my road. For a while riding my bike was my transportation to all of my friends houses. So riding my bike was one of the greatest things that had happened to me when i was younger.
So we started first on my driveway and i fell off the bike and got right back on the bike and started again. I kept on falling so i decided we should go in the backyard and learn back there this way it wouldn't hurt as badly if i did fall. So we went in the back and I finally had gotten the hang of it after the 100Th time. at least that what it felt like. So after that i started riding all around on my road. For a while riding my bike was my transportation to all of my friends houses. So riding my bike was one of the greatest things that had happened to me when i was younger.
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Early Memory
Around 6 years ago I had moved to Beacon. Leaving my previous home in Queens allowed me to manifest memories I wouldn't have recalled otherwise. All the toys in the basement and belongings I haven't touched in years remind me of my past; they even embarrassed me when I looked at how childish they were. Before I the time had come for me to leave I sat in solitude in the places where the most important events took place. A strong nostalgia made me want to stay and live with my memories. I didn't want to be dragged out of my home so I probed deeper into my surroundings. My reminiscence led me to remember when I first moved into Queens, when I was 4. When I entered the new home I ran upstairs into the first room. The tangibilty of truth engulfed me and I fell asleep. Even now the very features I encountered in that room remain vivid. Finally the time of exodus had come - all these memories will wither in time.
My Early Memory
My first memory is of me learning how to ride a bike. I was about 8 years old. I remember I was very nervous of getting on the bike because I was use to riding with the training wheels and not without them. What made learning how to ride a bike harder was that I was learning on a concrete floor. So, if I fell, I would get hurt really badly. My dad was the person who taught me how to ride a bike. Everyday after work he would come home and ask me if i was ready to learn how to ride a bike. Everyday I would say no because I was nervous, but then one day I got the guts to say YES!!!! And thats when I learned how to ride a bike.
Of course I fell a couple of times, but who doesn't ?? I would get up and keep trying until i learned how to ride a bike by myself. It took me like a week to learn. Everyday after my dad got home from work he would have the patience to teach me how to ride a bike. Once I knew how to ride a bike there was no stopping me !!! i would go and ride around my block and every other place i could find. I was so happy of myself because I never gave up.
by Jocelyn
Of course I fell a couple of times, but who doesn't ?? I would get up and keep trying until i learned how to ride a bike by myself. It took me like a week to learn. Everyday after my dad got home from work he would have the patience to teach me how to ride a bike. Once I knew how to ride a bike there was no stopping me !!! i would go and ride around my block and every other place i could find. I was so happy of myself because I never gave up.
by Jocelyn
Thursday, March 19, 2009
My First Memory
The most important things to me in life are my family, and my friends. Especially my brothers and sisters considering I don't get to see them alot anymore. When we were all younger, and we would go to my grandmothers house we would all get really happy.
Probably because she was still kind of like a kid, going to amusement and water parks, playing
outside with us alot. Her house was like a playground itself. She has so many toys, bikes, dirt bike.
But our favorite thing to do was going into the back yard to a smill hill right before her yard turns into woods. On the hill was a tree with a very strong rope hanging from it. Everytime we'd go
there we would make a new swing somehow. First was a lawn chair (like a bed) and that didnt go so well... next was a mattress, then a stool, rocking chair, pretty much anything we could find. We havnt done that in a very long time but everyone loves going to thier grandmas house.
We only get together there now for holidays, birthday and stuff like that because now they are older and busy and stuff but when we do get together its the same as always.
Probably because she was still kind of like a kid, going to amusement and water parks, playing
outside with us alot. Her house was like a playground itself. She has so many toys, bikes, dirt bike.
But our favorite thing to do was going into the back yard to a smill hill right before her yard turns into woods. On the hill was a tree with a very strong rope hanging from it. Everytime we'd go
there we would make a new swing somehow. First was a lawn chair (like a bed) and that didnt go so well... next was a mattress, then a stool, rocking chair, pretty much anything we could find. We havnt done that in a very long time but everyone loves going to thier grandmas house.
We only get together there now for holidays, birthday and stuff like that because now they are older and busy and stuff but when we do get together its the same as always.
Friday, March 13, 2009
Ten things poem
The soft voice of my step mom on a Sunday morning after church.
The barks of my white dog when a car goes by.
The softness of my pillow when I go to sleep.
The gentle snow falling on a cold winter’s night.
The sand between my toes when I walk across the beach.
The trees where the animals and birds live and play.
The sweet music that puts me to sleep at night.
The couples in the hall way when the bell rings between classes in school.
The warmth of the sun on my face in the spring.
And the hands of the one I love around me on a cool night letting me know that I am always safe and loved.
by Denashia
The barks of my white dog when a car goes by.
The softness of my pillow when I go to sleep.
The gentle snow falling on a cold winter’s night.
The sand between my toes when I walk across the beach.
The trees where the animals and birds live and play.
The sweet music that puts me to sleep at night.
The couples in the hall way when the bell rings between classes in school.
The warmth of the sun on my face in the spring.
And the hands of the one I love around me on a cool night letting me know that I am always safe and loved.
by Denashia
doesnt it sound familar
The tiredness I felt at the endof day.
The slamming of doors.
Things that mean a lot to me
The way people treat each other
How boring spanish is
The scribbles in my math notebook
How slow time goes by when you're bored
The slamming of lockers in the morning at school
Doodles from my pen as i daydream
When the weather is bad i feel the good
The two sides to every story
music makes people happier
Students waiting till the last minute to do their homework
The fog of my breath on a cold morning.
Don't give up.
The places music can take you.
My ringtone going off
PS3 and some video games
Coffee pot on the table
The slamming of doors.
Things that mean a lot to me
The way people treat each other
How boring spanish is
The scribbles in my math notebook
How slow time goes by when you're bored
The slamming of lockers in the morning at school
Doodles from my pen as i daydream
When the weather is bad i feel the good
The two sides to every story
music makes people happier
Students waiting till the last minute to do their homework
The fog of my breath on a cold morning.
Don't give up.
The places music can take you.
My ringtone going off
PS3 and some video games
Coffee pot on the table
Thursday, March 12, 2009
My random found observations.
Swings in Memorial field,
Really clean room, OCD status,
Many DVDs, and CDs,
Very comfortable bed with alot of blankets,
PS3 and some video games,
Lots of clothes and laundry baskets,
Few days of the week where its warm enough to go to the park,
The full moon last night,
The taste of salty and buttery popcorn,
Hollywood Undead from my computer,
Loud techno music in my friends car on the way to school in traffic,
Lots of magazine pictures on my wall,
My ceiling with all of my friends writing,
Pictures of my family, my sisters and brothers mostly,
Sounds my houses make,
A "[Nobodies]" drawing on eachwall done by my friend Gayla.
The River watching frogs jump around,
"La Bella Vita". Life is beautiful.
Really clean room, OCD status,
Many DVDs, and CDs,
Very comfortable bed with alot of blankets,
PS3 and some video games,
Lots of clothes and laundry baskets,
Few days of the week where its warm enough to go to the park,
The full moon last night,
The taste of salty and buttery popcorn,
Hollywood Undead from my computer,
Loud techno music in my friends car on the way to school in traffic,
Lots of magazine pictures on my wall,
My ceiling with all of my friends writing,
Pictures of my family, my sisters and brothers mostly,
Sounds my houses make,
A "[Nobodies]" drawing on eachwall done by my friend Gayla.
The River watching frogs jump around,
"La Bella Vita". Life is beautiful.
Found Writing
It's a beautiful day outside.
The sound of birds chirping.
The sound of the waves crashing into the rocks.
The fun and crazy moments my friends and I have.
A dragonfly flying overhead, probably towards the stream.
The branches creaking and swaying from the breeze.
The sky always has more than one shade of blue.
I see the dew on the grass.
The ocean during the mid summer night.
Snow falling then just melting away in just a few seconds.
The morning air at sunrise.
Lights that tower over the streets and light them up at night.
The branches creaking and swaying from the breeze.
The weather can effect your emotions and mood.
The cold breeze when it's winter.
The bare trees in mid winter.
The tiredness at the end of the day.
*Brittani*
The sound of birds chirping.
The sound of the waves crashing into the rocks.
The fun and crazy moments my friends and I have.
A dragonfly flying overhead, probably towards the stream.
The branches creaking and swaying from the breeze.
The sky always has more than one shade of blue.
I see the dew on the grass.
The ocean during the mid summer night.
Snow falling then just melting away in just a few seconds.
The morning air at sunrise.
Lights that tower over the streets and light them up at night.
The branches creaking and swaying from the breeze.
The weather can effect your emotions and mood.
The cold breeze when it's winter.
The bare trees in mid winter.
The tiredness at the end of the day.
*Brittani*
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
people's lines
The sun is setting later and later everyday
everything outside looks gray in the winter
the sky always has more than one shade of blue
The squirrel running up a nearby tree as if gravity didn't exist.
The sound of birds chirping
the stump in the backyard were there was a tree
The T.V's on
the glare on the tv from the light shinning through the window
The sound of the waves crashing into the rocks
music makes people happier
The stop sign that wobbles in the wind
One leaf laying in the grass
I see the dew on the grass
My lawn mower that sits in the garage and collects dust.
My Play Station makes the room very hot
My ringtone going off
My Spanish class is quiet
the silence in class while we take a test
This project was not hard
Chris (\/):
everything outside looks gray in the winter
the sky always has more than one shade of blue
The squirrel running up a nearby tree as if gravity didn't exist.
The sound of birds chirping
the stump in the backyard were there was a tree
The T.V's on
the glare on the tv from the light shinning through the window
The sound of the waves crashing into the rocks
music makes people happier
The stop sign that wobbles in the wind
One leaf laying in the grass
I see the dew on the grass
My lawn mower that sits in the garage and collects dust.
My Play Station makes the room very hot
My ringtone going off
My Spanish class is quiet
the silence in class while we take a test
This project was not hard
Chris (\/):
random poem of feelings and thoughts
It's a beautiful day outside.
A dragonfly flying overhead, probably towards the stream.
Students waiting till the last minute to do their homework
The crowded halls on my way to class.
Snow falling then just melting away in just a few seconds.
The silence in class during a test
The laughter of the people in the hallway.
The ocean during the mid summer night.
Lights that tower over the streets and light them up at night.
music makes people happier.
The morning air at sunrise.
The hunger that is created during school
how winter looks so cold and gray
The places music can take you.
the daily lessons you learn in life.
The warmth I feel when I slip into my pajamas.
The flowing water of a small stream nearby.
Sneaky out late, hoping fate doesn’t interfere.
The branches creaking and swaying from the breeze.
The different colors of the sky during the day
the first color i see when i wake and open my eyes
The tiredness at the end of the day
A dragonfly flying overhead, probably towards the stream.
Students waiting till the last minute to do their homework
The crowded halls on my way to class.
Snow falling then just melting away in just a few seconds.
The silence in class during a test
The laughter of the people in the hallway.
The ocean during the mid summer night.
Lights that tower over the streets and light them up at night.
music makes people happier.
The morning air at sunrise.
The hunger that is created during school
how winter looks so cold and gray
The places music can take you.
the daily lessons you learn in life.
The warmth I feel when I slip into my pajamas.
The flowing water of a small stream nearby.
Sneaky out late, hoping fate doesn’t interfere.
The branches creaking and swaying from the breeze.
The different colors of the sky during the day
the first color i see when i wake and open my eyes
The tiredness at the end of the day
Found Writing
The places music can take you.
The sky in the spring when the clouds are nearly blue.
The Christmas Blessing that tore us apart.
The way love can fix a broken heart.
It may take a while......
Different dreams can seem to make the unwanted smile.
Don't give up.
"The sun lights up a drop of dew
The drop of dew soon dries
You are the light of my eyes my eyes
I'm brought to life by you..."
-By: Kaelyn
The sky in the spring when the clouds are nearly blue.
The Christmas Blessing that tore us apart.
The way love can fix a broken heart.
It may take a while......
Different dreams can seem to make the unwanted smile.
Don't give up.
"The sun lights up a drop of dew
The drop of dew soon dries
You are the light of my eyes my eyes
I'm brought to life by you..."
-By: Kaelyn
Found Poem
The laughter of the children.
The crowded halls on my way to class.
The branches creaking and swaying from the breeze.
Different colors of the sky through out the day.
People are Always fighting For the dumbest reasons.
A bird chirping his song that no one knows.
The fun and crazy moments my friends and I have.
The way my heart races when I see my crush.
The crowded halls on my way to class.
The branches creaking and swaying from the breeze.
Different colors of the sky through out the day.
People are Always fighting For the dumbest reasons.
A bird chirping his song that no one knows.
The fun and crazy moments my friends and I have.
The way my heart races when I see my crush.
Monday, March 9, 2009
1. how winter looks so cold and gray
2. how tired i feel at the end of the day
3. they way people treat each other
4. the lies people spread
5. laughter of children
6. the most beautiful things in life go unnoticed
7. the whispering of gossipers
8. the mess in my closet
9. how happiness spreads!
10. everything you play for never happens that way
11. the unexpected always happens
12. the sound of birds outside
13. how much i miss spring and summer when winter is here
14. how slow time goes by when your bored
15. the daily lessons you learn in life.
2. how tired i feel at the end of the day
3. they way people treat each other
4. the lies people spread
5. laughter of children
6. the most beautiful things in life go unnoticed
7. the whispering of gossipers
8. the mess in my closet
9. how happiness spreads!
10. everything you play for never happens that way
11. the unexpected always happens
12. the sound of birds outside
13. how much i miss spring and summer when winter is here
14. how slow time goes by when your bored
15. the daily lessons you learn in life.
Life
my room is really messy.
time goes by way too fast.
music makes people happier.
peope take their lives for granted.
our economy is horrible.
people in high school have very little concern about others emotions.
there is a fine like between a good friend and a good friend you truly trust.
Alyssa
time goes by way too fast.
music makes people happier.
peope take their lives for granted.
our economy is horrible.
people in high school have very little concern about others emotions.
there is a fine like between a good friend and a good friend you truly trust.
Alyssa
My Found Writing Poem
The beautiful lyrics to my favorite song
The most beautiful things in life go unnoticed
The pain that once seemed endless has faded
How awesome my dad truly is and how much I love him
Some small things may be heavier than they look
The many lies covering up the truth
Kids in drama creating their own
How my laptop gets very hot
The noises my house makes when I'm home alone
by Valerie
The most beautiful things in life go unnoticed
The pain that once seemed endless has faded
How awesome my dad truly is and how much I love him
Some small things may be heavier than they look
The many lies covering up the truth
Kids in drama creating their own
How my laptop gets very hot
The noises my house makes when I'm home alone
by Valerie
Found Poem
The pens that have no ink that I still keep
The hunger that is created during school
The drama you hear in each class
The school i.d. card from 6th grade
The brainstorming for what you will do after school
by Cori
The hunger that is created during school
The drama you hear in each class
The school i.d. card from 6th grade
The brainstorming for what you will do after school
by Cori
Found Poem
The patches of green grass in my yard.
The fog of my breath on a cold morning.
The slamming of lockers in the morning at school.
The sounds of the dish washer running while I watch TV.
The stump in the backyard where there was a tree.
Too much French homework.
The way the moon shines at night.
Time flies.
The bare trees in mid winter.
The cat hair on my sweater.
The clouds move faster than I believed.
The weather can effect your emotions and mood.
The sun is setting later and later everyday.
The warmth I feel when I slip into my pajamas.
The cold breeze when it's winter.
The noise my house makes when I'm home alone.
The different colors of the sky during the day.
The great smell of dinner as I arrive home.
The beautiful lyrics to my favorite song.
The smell of spring after snow melts.
The fog of my breath on a cold morning.
The slamming of lockers in the morning at school.
The sounds of the dish washer running while I watch TV.
The stump in the backyard where there was a tree.
Too much French homework.
The way the moon shines at night.
Time flies.
The bare trees in mid winter.
The cat hair on my sweater.
The clouds move faster than I believed.
The weather can effect your emotions and mood.
The sun is setting later and later everyday.
The warmth I feel when I slip into my pajamas.
The cold breeze when it's winter.
The noise my house makes when I'm home alone.
The different colors of the sky during the day.
The great smell of dinner as I arrive home.
The beautiful lyrics to my favorite song.
The smell of spring after snow melts.
Found Poem
The morning air at sunrise.
the sky always has more than one shade of blue
The real colors of my cats eyes.
The place music can take you
The dusty textbooks that I never open
The awkwardness of seeing an old friend
how annoying my locker is to open.
The laughter of the children
People are annoyed when they have to move out of the way.
when the weather is bad i feel the same way
By Mike
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Found Writing
The slamming of lockers in the morning at school,
Students waiting till the last minute to do their homework,
The crowded halls on my way to class,
Students waiting till the last minute to do their homework,
the silence in class while we take a test.
how times go by way to fast.
Many things that are important,
When I was younger,
hanging out with friends,
people I don't even know.
Players never quit like the pros.
Students waiting till the last minute to do their homework,
The crowded halls on my way to class,
Students waiting till the last minute to do their homework,
the silence in class while we take a test.
how times go by way to fast.
Many things that are important,
When I was younger,
hanging out with friends,
people I don't even know.
Players never quit like the pros.
Life
my room is really messy.
time goes by way too fast.
music makes people happier.
peope take their lives for granted.
our economy is horrible.
people in high school have very little concern about others emotions.
there is a fine like between a good friend and a good friend you truly trust.
by Alyssa
time goes by way too fast.
music makes people happier.
peope take their lives for granted.
our economy is horrible.
people in high school have very little concern about others emotions.
there is a fine like between a good friend and a good friend you truly trust.
by Alyssa
My Found Poem
The many lies covering up the truth.
Rumors going around everywhere.
The whispering of gossipers.
The two sides to every story.
The way people treat each other.
Teenagers arguing about everything they can find.
The changes of emotions in each class of the day.
The sound when an old book opens.
How many people take their lives for granted.
The most beautiful things in life go unnoticed.
By Jocelyn
Rumors going around everywhere.
The whispering of gossipers.
The two sides to every story.
The way people treat each other.
Teenagers arguing about everything they can find.
The changes of emotions in each class of the day.
The sound when an old book opens.
How many people take their lives for granted.
The most beautiful things in life go unnoticed.
By Jocelyn
"Flash" represents your hopes.
When the weather is bad i feel the same way
How cold the wind feels brushing against my face.
As I hear my music I feel as I'm the only one in the room to go dance with the harmony.
I miss being outside while the sun beams upon my fair white skin and the warm wind runs through my dark hair.
The Day of light wishes to set further through out the blistering air.
Lights that tower over the streets and light them up at night.
The swish of my pencil in my notebook as I finish up my math homework.
live my life in the city.
"Vogue" represents your dreams.
The fog of my breath on a cold morning.
Words...aren't they great?
A hawk perched on a limb looking for its next meal.
"Prada" represents your desire.
One short pine tree in a line of tall ones.
Tatiana
How cold the wind feels brushing against my face.
As I hear my music I feel as I'm the only one in the room to go dance with the harmony.
I miss being outside while the sun beams upon my fair white skin and the warm wind runs through my dark hair.
The Day of light wishes to set further through out the blistering air.
Lights that tower over the streets and light them up at night.
The swish of my pencil in my notebook as I finish up my math homework.
live my life in the city.
"Vogue" represents your dreams.
The fog of my breath on a cold morning.
Words...aren't they great?
A hawk perched on a limb looking for its next meal.
"Prada" represents your desire.
One short pine tree in a line of tall ones.
Tatiana
Found Poem(Mostly Plagiarism)
The slamming of doors
The silence falls over the class
How frustrated I get when I cant understand my math homework
Snow falling then just melting away in just a few seconds
Driving down a gravel road, my head lights catch the orange reflection of two raccoons eyes
Cows laying in the field
My brother falls hard
One green plant in a yard of many dead brown ones
Distinct deer trail in the grass
A potato sitting outside
A bird chirping his song that no one knows
Crocodiles killing to live
An orange rope on a white tree
The shadows on my wall in the shape of my window
The radio is always on a commercial when i wake up
The dirty cars
Found Writing
It's a beautiful day outside .
The flowing water of a small stream nearby.
The cold breeze in the winter .
Snow falling and melting in just a few seconds.
The sun rises much earlier .
The slamming of lockers in the morning at school.
How boring Spanish is .
School is boring.
I get most Homework in Global, and Geometry.
Garbage in my locker.
Piled up papers on my teachers desk.
Doodles from my pen as i daydream.
People are Always fighting For the dumbest reasons.
How frustrated I get when I cant understand my math homework.
How messy my room is.
My room needs to be cleaned.
The smell of dinner.
Watching TV.
The way math frustrates me.
The flowing water of a small stream nearby.
The cold breeze in the winter .
Snow falling and melting in just a few seconds.
The sun rises much earlier .
The slamming of lockers in the morning at school.
How boring Spanish is .
School is boring.
I get most Homework in Global, and Geometry.
Garbage in my locker.
Piled up papers on my teachers desk.
Doodles from my pen as i daydream.
People are Always fighting For the dumbest reasons.
How frustrated I get when I cant understand my math homework.
How messy my room is.
My room needs to be cleaned.
The smell of dinner.
Watching TV.
The way math frustrates me.
Life as we know it
Life seems different during the four seasons,
The way the trees denature into an old fence from a storm.
A park bench deformed from rain, aging.
The patches of dark green grass.
The ocean during the mid summer night.
The forward motion when the warm wind runs through your hair.
Lights that tower over the streets and light them up at night.
Sneaky out late, hoping fate doesn’t interfere.
The midst of spring, of a bird chirping a song,
Different colors of the sky through out the day.
Hoping May will bring flowers so the small hours in the day pray to last longer.
The first day of High school, to the last day fly’s by.
The slamming of lockers in the morning warning that too much homework will come during each array.
How life can seem the same everyday, but it’s a different date.
How all teenagers seem different but can convey the same
Feeling’s for that one future day.
-Monica
Found Poem: "A Look in Nature."
It's a beautiful day outside.
Comfortable temperature, blue sky and a light breeze.
Get up and go outside for a walk.
Go into some woods.
Stop.
Listen to nature at its best.
The branches creaking and swaying from the breeze.
Leaves rustling from being blown around.
Birds of all kinds talking to each other, yet we will never know what they're saying.
The flowing water of a small stream nearby.
Just enjoy all of these sounds right from Mother Nature herself.
Now look around.
Notice the squirrels chasing each other throughout the trees.
A small rabbit scurrying towards its home.
A group of deer sleeping in the green.
A dragonfly flying overhead, probably towards the stream.
There is so much in nature and it is beautiful.
An enjoyable thing to do every beautiful morning
-By Dalton
Comfortable temperature, blue sky and a light breeze.
Get up and go outside for a walk.
Go into some woods.
Stop.
Listen to nature at its best.
The branches creaking and swaying from the breeze.
Leaves rustling from being blown around.
Birds of all kinds talking to each other, yet we will never know what they're saying.
The flowing water of a small stream nearby.
Just enjoy all of these sounds right from Mother Nature herself.
Now look around.
Notice the squirrels chasing each other throughout the trees.
A small rabbit scurrying towards its home.
A group of deer sleeping in the green.
A dragonfly flying overhead, probably towards the stream.
There is so much in nature and it is beautiful.
An enjoyable thing to do every beautiful morning
-By Dalton
Saturday, March 7, 2009
The similarity in different people
Its funny how people who seem to be from different worlds are so similar.
How just being in high school and being teenagers makes us so similar.
How just being in high school and being teenagers makes us so similar.
How in school we notice
Rumors going around everywhere
The slamming of lockers in the morning
Too much homework everyday
The laughter of the people in the hallway.
The mess in our rooms
How we notice the different colors of the sky
How we talk about random things
The way little things entertain us.
The way we can live with out technology.
Rumors going around everywhere
The slamming of lockers in the morningToo much homework everyday
The laughter of the people in the hallway.
The mess in our rooms
How we notice the different colors of the sky
How we talk about random things
The way little things entertain us.
The way we can live with out technology.
Found Writing
How slow time goes by when you're bored
The slamming of lockers in the morning at school
The swaying of trees as my bus passes them
The rustle of the leaves on the ground
The ripples on the lake
The single bent page in a book
The wooden fence post that's aging
A bird chirping a song
People coming and going to work
How boring spanish is
The different colors of the sky during the day
How many trees are around my house
The dusty textbooks that I never open
The gullibility of people who listen
The cold breeze in the winter
The sound when an old book opens
Theres a lot of pollution on Earth
Snow falling and melting in just a few seconds
The sun rises much earlier
The most beautiful things in life go unnoticed
How the wind feels brushing against my face
The scribbles in my math notebook
The crowded halls on my way to class
The sound of the waves crashing into the rocks
The color of a dying flower
The silence in class during a test
The grass outside is turning greener
Something small may be heavier than it looks
Students waiting till the last minute to do their homework
The laughter of the children
The slamming of lockers in the morning at school
The swaying of trees as my bus passes them
The rustle of the leaves on the ground
The ripples on the lake
The single bent page in a book
The wooden fence post that's aging
A bird chirping a song
People coming and going to work
How boring spanish is
The different colors of the sky during the day
How many trees are around my house
The dusty textbooks that I never open
The gullibility of people who listen
The cold breeze in the winter
The sound when an old book opens
Theres a lot of pollution on Earth
Snow falling and melting in just a few seconds
The sun rises much earlier
The most beautiful things in life go unnoticed
How the wind feels brushing against my face
The scribbles in my math notebook
The crowded halls on my way to class
The sound of the waves crashing into the rocks
The color of a dying flower
The silence in class during a test
The grass outside is turning greener
Something small may be heavier than it looks
Students waiting till the last minute to do their homework
The laughter of the children
Friday, March 6, 2009
this is my voice
We're looking forward to this adventure....
in
high school
when
there's two sides to every story
when our
decisions led by our emotions create chaos
in the space behind the stars
in the walls
in the halls
i can see dreams
that
seem so powerful
my eyes glisten
as
these are my
words in ink
things I've noticed
emotions
time goes by so fast
but these
random words sound so alike
our differences written on paper
the silence
frustrates me
and
in a place i wonder
where we became so lost
where the lies that cover up the truth
and
the
way my heart races when i see my crush
our place
with
our change of emotion in each
morning air at sunrise
these are the things we cherish most in life
many things that identify me
i smile a lot
the place music can take you
the different colors
of the meaningless little habits i developed
the most beautiful things in life go unnoticed
this is
the person who i was born to become
this is my voice
my place
your place
our place
high school
at
New york and Mccool very similar
By Sade B.
in
high school
when
there's two sides to every story
when our
decisions led by our emotions create chaos
in the space behind the stars
in the walls
in the halls
i can see dreams
that
seem so powerful
my eyes glisten
as
these are my
words in ink
things I've noticed
emotions
time goes by so fast
but these
random words sound so alike
our differences written on paper
the silence
frustrates me
and
in a place i wonder
where we became so lost
where the lies that cover up the truth
and
the
way my heart races when i see my crush
our place
with
our change of emotion in each
morning air at sunrise
these are the things we cherish most in life
many things that identify me
i smile a lot
the place music can take you
the different colors
of the meaningless little habits i developed
the most beautiful things in life go unnoticed
this is
the person who i was born to become
this is my voice
my place
your place
our place
high school
at
New york and Mccool very similar
By Sade B.
Random Words That Sound Alike
Snow falling then just melting away in just a few seconds.
As the snow melts, all the leaves are still on the ground.
how time goes by really slow when your in spanish class.
5th period Spanish seems like it goes on way longer than 49 minutes
how boring spanish is
how boring my Earth Science class is.
the peeling paint in my living room
the chipped paint on the walls
the silence in class while we take a test
My Spanish class is quiet
How Quiet my english class is when we start to read our book.
the dust on my old text books
The dusty textbooks that I never open
The crowded halls on my way to class.
The hallway is crowded
The school's hallway is loud.
Too much homework everyday
I seem to have a lot of homework everyday.
The way my dog sleeps every night
how my dog curles up in a ball when he sleeps
how messy my room is
My room needs to be cleaned.
my room's a complete mess.
The mess in my closet.
my room is really messy.
time flies.
I take up a lot of time thinking and time flies right past me
how times go by way to fast.
The way math frustrates me
How frustrated I get when I cant understand my math homework
As the snow melts, all the leaves are still on the ground.
how time goes by really slow when your in spanish class.
5th period Spanish seems like it goes on way longer than 49 minutes
how boring spanish is
how boring my Earth Science class is.
the peeling paint in my living room
the chipped paint on the walls
the silence in class while we take a test
My Spanish class is quiet
How Quiet my english class is when we start to read our book.
the dust on my old text books
The dusty textbooks that I never open
The crowded halls on my way to class.
The hallway is crowded
The school's hallway is loud.
Too much homework everyday
I seem to have a lot of homework everyday.
The way my dog sleeps every night
how my dog curles up in a ball when he sleeps
how messy my room is
My room needs to be cleaned.
my room's a complete mess.
The mess in my closet.
my room is really messy.
time flies.
I take up a lot of time thinking and time flies right past me
how times go by way to fast.
The way math frustrates me
How frustrated I get when I cant understand my math homework
Thursday, March 5, 2009
In A Place I Wonder :)
In a place i wonder
the place music can take you
a place to
speculate
observe
share
discuss
discover..
the lies that cover up the truth.
colors.
the first color i see when i wake and open my eyes
life in itself
the ways music consumes me
i smile alot..
but i don't smile like that.
In a place i wonder..
the place music can take you
a place to
speculate
observe
share
discuss
discover..
the lies that cover up the truth.
colors.
the first color i see when i wake and open my eyes
life in itself
the ways music consumes me
i smile alot..
but i don't smile like that.
In a place i wonder..
New York and McCool, very similar!
Sixteen,
Teenagers arguing about everything they can find.
Rumors going around everywhere,
The most beautiful things in life go unnoticed
How many don’t believe that the quiet girl comes out to have a big heart,
The place music can take you,
The pain that once seemed endless has faded,
The silly things my parents do to make me smile.
The interest of people and how they differ,
The way my heart races when I see my crush,
The awkwardness of seeing an old friend.
The ways different people breathe when you hug them.
The way people treat each other.
The lame laugh that I can’t control, nor do I want to.
How easy it is to want to go fast.
Laughs demolishing tears.
The changes of emotions in each class of the day.
Our place.
The different colors of the sky during the day,
How many trees are around my house,
The morning air at sunrise,
The big bright luminous sunshine over me,
The way the moon shines at night,
The sound of waves crashing into rocks,
Deer grazing in the early morning light,
Summer is important to me because it’s like a new start.
These are the things we cherish most in life.
Glow of the summer campfire.
-Jordyn D.
The smell of spring after snow melts.
Fishing.
Teenagers arguing about everything they can find.
Rumors going around everywhere,
The most beautiful things in life go unnoticed
How many don’t believe that the quiet girl comes out to have a big heart,
The place music can take you,
The pain that once seemed endless has faded,
The silly things my parents do to make me smile.
The interest of people and how they differ,
The way my heart races when I see my crush,
The awkwardness of seeing an old friend.
The ways different people breathe when you hug them.
The way people treat each other.
The lame laugh that I can’t control, nor do I want to.
How easy it is to want to go fast.
Laughs demolishing tears.
The changes of emotions in each class of the day.
Our place.
The different colors of the sky during the day,
How many trees are around my house,
The morning air at sunrise,
The big bright luminous sunshine over me,
The way the moon shines at night,
The sound of waves crashing into rocks,
Deer grazing in the early morning light,
Summer is important to me because it’s like a new start.
These are the things we cherish most in life.
Glow of the summer campfire.
-Jordyn D.
The smell of spring after snow melts.
Fishing.
Mixture of Plagiarism
The radio is always on
Music makes people happier
Things that mean a lot to me
My lives the same daily
I don’t smile like that
Many take their lives for granted
The way people drive
Time flies
Many students don’t pay attention in class
How rumors go around daily
The whispering of gossipers
How there are two sides of every story
Doodles from my pen
The slamming of doors
It’s pretty cold out
The tiredness at the end of the day
How my mom asks the same question twice
The smell of skunk
The grunt of a mature buck
Excessive amounts of words in a book
Many things that are important
Pictures of my family
Full of memories
My favorites on the front
I like country music
I love eating
I also have a dryer sheet
I think superheroes are awesome
I plan to make that my career
Many things that identify me
Music makes people happier
Things that mean a lot to me
My lives the same daily
I don’t smile like that
Many take their lives for granted
The way people drive
Time flies
Many students don’t pay attention in class
How rumors go around daily
The whispering of gossipers
How there are two sides of every story
Doodles from my pen
The slamming of doors
It’s pretty cold out
The tiredness at the end of the day
How my mom asks the same question twice
The smell of skunk
The grunt of a mature buck
Excessive amounts of words in a book
Many things that are important
Pictures of my family
Full of memories
My favorites on the front
I like country music
I love eating
I also have a dryer sheet
I think superheroes are awesome
I plan to make that my career
Many things that identify me
30 things to read
My Cousin who rarely ever does
homework actually doing it.
The little meaningless habits I've developed
over the years.
The Unavailability of a chair in the cafeteria.
The tiredness I felt at the end
of day.
The way people treat each other
how boring Spanish
The different emotions going around
everywhere.
The interests of people and how they differ.
How frustrated I get when
I can't understand my math
Homework.
The smell of fresh cut grass
The lies people spread.
The cold breeze when it's winter.
Snow falling then melting away
in Seconds.
College kids running every morning.
The Grass outside turning
Colors.
The morning air at sunrise
The paper I'm writing ten things on
how quiet English class is
we you read a book.
The Hallway is crowed.
My room needs to be clean.
The slamming of doors.
homework actually doing it.
The little meaningless habits I've developed
over the years.
The Unavailability of a chair in the cafeteria.
The tiredness I felt at the end
of day.
The way people treat each other
how boring Spanish
The different emotions going around
everywhere.
The interests of people and how they differ.
How frustrated I get when
I can't understand my math
Homework.
The smell of fresh cut grass
The lies people spread.
The cold breeze when it's winter.
Snow falling then melting away
in Seconds.
College kids running every morning.
The Grass outside turning
Colors.
The morning air at sunrise
The paper I'm writing ten things on
how quiet English class is
we you read a book.
The Hallway is crowed.
My room needs to be clean.
The slamming of doors.
30 ways of nature and life
A ate up toy shovel
the smell of dinner
the different colors of the sky
the head of a deer hanging on the wall
the sound of when a old book opens
the chirping of the birds
the sun setting later and later every day
the crisp morning air
the coffee pot on the table
the smell of skunk
schools food is pretty crappy
the bare trees in mid winter
the derail in the red rose
a squirrel running up a tree
the color of a dying flower
the playful bark from my dogs
the rustle of leaves on the ground
a carp jumping out of the water
a pop bottle floating down the big blue
a beaver swimming in the lake
the rust on my old lawn mower
deer tracks to my deer salt lick
a clump of mud on the porch
trains roaring though
a cat looking for a snack
the paper i am writing on
the smell of freshly cut grass
the slamming of doors
the hallway is crowed
how quiet English class is
Jeremy
the smell of dinner
the different colors of the sky
the head of a deer hanging on the wall
the sound of when a old book opens
the chirping of the birds
the sun setting later and later every day
the crisp morning air
the coffee pot on the table
the smell of skunk
schools food is pretty crappy
the bare trees in mid winter
the derail in the red rose
a squirrel running up a tree
the color of a dying flower
the playful bark from my dogs
the rustle of leaves on the ground
a carp jumping out of the water
a pop bottle floating down the big blue
a beaver swimming in the lake
the rust on my old lawn mower
deer tracks to my deer salt lick
a clump of mud on the porch
trains roaring though
a cat looking for a snack
the paper i am writing on
the smell of freshly cut grass
the slamming of doors
the hallway is crowed
how quiet English class is
Jeremy
The Summertime (BIG) Blues
The smell of fresh cut grass
The chirping of the birds
The laughter of the children,
college kids running every morning,
The sun setting later,
new neighbors,
grass turning greener,
the sky's blue,
the T.Vs off,
my book bag in my closet,
the luminous sun,
the sound of the waves,
crashing into
the rocks.
the moon,
shines at night,
the laughter
and play,
of kids on the street.
I enjoy being
home.
the schools hallway,
is quiet.
the bright color of
a flower.
dirty cars,
the smell of chlorine,
a pop bottle,
floating down the
Big Blue.
Billy H.
The chirping of the birds
The laughter of the children,
college kids running every morning,
The sun setting later,
new neighbors,
grass turning greener,
the sky's blue,
the T.Vs off,
my book bag in my closet,
the luminous sun,
the sound of the waves,
crashing into
the rocks.
the moon,
shines at night,
the laughter
and play,
of kids on the street.
I enjoy being
home.
the schools hallway,
is quiet.
the bright color of
a flower.
dirty cars,
the smell of chlorine,
a pop bottle,
floating down the
Big Blue.
Billy H.
30 Things From The Blog
When I wake up,
The head of a deer hanging on my wall,
Not being able to see the floor of my room,
Falling down the stairs in the morning,
Ring tone going off,
The TV is on,
Favorite movie on TV,
The laughter of a child,
Because people are playing peek-a-boo with them,
I smile a lot,
How the flu is spreading,
Coffee pot on the table,
Purple rubber bands,
Messy dinner table,
Large mirror in my room,
Hole in living room wall,
The smell of a skunk,
The noise a pencil makes,
My laptop gets very hot,
How frustrated I get,
How rumors go around every day,
People do things and soon forget about it,
School food is crappy,
The great smell of dinner,
The yummy chicken I am going to eat for dinner,
My room needs to be cleaned,
The cold and dark corners of my room,
The mess in my closet,
A small nap,
Nobody likes electric drums.
Not being able to see the floor of my room,
Falling down the stairs in the morning,
Ring tone going off,
The TV is on,
Favorite movie on TV,
The laughter of a child,
Because people are playing peek-a-boo with them,
I smile a lot,
How the flu is spreading,
Coffee pot on the table,
Purple rubber bands,
Messy dinner table,
Large mirror in my room,
Hole in living room wall,
The smell of a skunk,
The noise a pencil makes,
My laptop gets very hot,
How frustrated I get,
How rumors go around every day,
People do things and soon forget about it,
School food is crappy,
The great smell of dinner,
The yummy chicken I am going to eat for dinner,
My room needs to be cleaned,
The cold and dark corners of my room,
The mess in my closet,
A small nap,
Nobody likes electric drums.
As We Begin This Endeavor
As we begin this endeavor,
In the inner thoughts of a complacent soul
It runs wild through my veins,
gripping tight to my emotions
It hides with all the lies that cover up the truth
The laughs that quickly demolish tears
How decisions led by our emotions create chaos
How when someones under pressure it
reveals who they really are
The different emotions going around everywhere
How people act differently around certain people
The awkwardness of seeing an old friend
There is a fine line between a good friend
and a good friend you truely trust
People are so self centered
How many people don't believe that the quiet
girl comes out to have a big heart
The way people treat each other
Time goes by really fast
Everything that you plan never falls in
place with your ideas
There are always two sides to a story
The most beautiful things in life go unnoticed
The things in life that we cherish the most
The place music can take you
The way music consumes me
The way my heart flutters when I hear my favorite song
Many take their lives for granted
The shadows on my wall
They've been a part of my my whole life
Rebekah J.
In the inner thoughts of a complacent soul
It runs wild through my veins,
gripping tight to my emotions
It hides with all the lies that cover up the truth
The laughs that quickly demolish tears
How decisions led by our emotions create chaos
How when someones under pressure it
reveals who they really are
The different emotions going around everywhere
How people act differently around certain people
The awkwardness of seeing an old friend
There is a fine line between a good friend
and a good friend you truely trust
People are so self centered
How many people don't believe that the quiet
girl comes out to have a big heart
The way people treat each other
Time goes by really fast
Everything that you plan never falls in
place with your ideas
There are always two sides to a story
The most beautiful things in life go unnoticed
The things in life that we cherish the most
The place music can take you
The way music consumes me
The way my heart flutters when I hear my favorite song
Many take their lives for granted
The shadows on my wall
They've been a part of my my whole life
Rebekah J.
My Creative Observation Poem
The little meaningless habbit's i developed
The pain that once seemed endless has faded
The fear that has been created in my heart from love
The different emotions going around every where
The different colors of the sky during the day
How two souls could feel like one
The most beautiful things in life that are not noticed
The whispering of gossipers
How there is two sides to every story
The detail in the red rose petal
The crinkeld leaves that show up after the snow has melted
The sounds of birds chirping
The pink color of the shy before it snows
The way cheesecake melts in your mouth
The old barn that sits on the country road
A dog barking at the end of it's chain
The ripples on the lake
Tree branches swaying back and forth in the wind
Cows lying in the field
A single bent page in a book
A clump of mud on the porch
A cat roaming the field
Pot holes in the gravel road
The deer jumping a fence
The smell of spring after snow melts
Th way people treat each other
The smell of fresh cut grass
The cold and dark corners of my room
The sound you get when you open a old book
The cold brezz you get when it is winter outside and windy
The pain that once seemed endless has faded
The fear that has been created in my heart from love
The different emotions going around every where
The different colors of the sky during the day
How two souls could feel like one
The most beautiful things in life that are not noticed
The whispering of gossipers
How there is two sides to every story
The detail in the red rose petal
The crinkeld leaves that show up after the snow has melted
The sounds of birds chirping
The pink color of the shy before it snows
The way cheesecake melts in your mouth
The old barn that sits on the country road
A dog barking at the end of it's chain
The ripples on the lake
Tree branches swaying back and forth in the wind
Cows lying in the field
A single bent page in a book
A clump of mud on the porch
A cat roaming the field
Pot holes in the gravel road
The deer jumping a fence
The smell of spring after snow melts
Th way people treat each other
The smell of fresh cut grass
The cold and dark corners of my room
The sound you get when you open a old book
The cold brezz you get when it is winter outside and windy
My blogger creation
Rarely ever does homework
Actually doing it
How boring Spanish is
100 purple rubber bands
Rustle of
Leaves on the ground
Freshly mowed grass
Rust on that old lawn mower room needs to be
Cleaned
Playing video games
I like music
Sound that a guitar
Makes
My drum set pair of
Drum sticks
The ocean
Fishing
Junk foods gatorade
Mountain dew box of cookies
Gummy bears
The way cheesecake melts in your mouth
A little cabin
Ripples on the lake
Beaver swimming
Trains roaring
Moments with friends
Day dreaming
A dancer
Sleeping
By Wade O.
Actually doing it
How boring Spanish is
100 purple rubber bands
Rustle of
Leaves on the ground
Freshly mowed grass
Rust on that old lawn mower room needs to be
Cleaned
Playing video games
I like music
Sound that a guitar
Makes
My drum set pair of
Drum sticks
The ocean
Fishing
Junk foods gatorade
Mountain dew box of cookies
Gummy bears
The way cheesecake melts in your mouth
A little cabin
Ripples on the lake
Beaver swimming
Trains roaring
Moments with friends
Day dreaming
A dancer
Sleeping
By Wade O.
Our Differences Writen on Paper
This is me
my life
described in a lot of ways.
There are many things that identify me,
ripples on the lake
playful barks of my dog
smell of fresh cut grass.
These are the times we cherish most,
going to competitions
first Halloween
hanging out with friends
family and friends
sound of waves crashing into the rocks.
When I was younger,
children running and playing
teddy bears.
Times go by way to fast,
hanging out with friends
a good friend you truly trust
freshman year.
There's two sides to every story,
huge or small
closest friends
people I don't even know
Beacon
McCool Junction
where ever we were raised,
this is who we are
we are all different, but
we are still one.
my life
described in a lot of ways.
There are many things that identify me,
ripples on the lake
playful barks of my dog
smell of fresh cut grass.
These are the times we cherish most,
going to competitions
first Halloween
hanging out with friends
family and friends
sound of waves crashing into the rocks.
When I was younger,
children running and playing
teddy bears.
Times go by way to fast,
hanging out with friends
a good friend you truly trust
freshman year.
There's two sides to every story,
huge or small
closest friends
people I don't even know
Beacon
McCool Junction
where ever we were raised,
this is who we are
we are all different, but
we are still one.
30 Random Things
The way people treat each other
People have less concern about others emotion
How people act differently around certain people
Many people take their lives for granted
Laughs demolishing tears
A baby's smile
Children laughing
Family is the most important
The warmth of a family members hug
The soft hum of my father
Pictures of dogs
Pictures of money
Favorite movies and shows
Favorite sports
Cancer ribbon
Music items
Memories and future plans
Disney characters
Dance stickers
Mix match outfits
In a baby's eyes
In the eyes of my family
In the wave of a friend
In the waves in the sea
In a place I wonder
In a song
In the sound of the wind
The rays of the sun
In the ice beneath my feet
Number of a jersey
By Shorty
People have less concern about others emotion
How people act differently around certain people
Many people take their lives for granted
Laughs demolishing tears
A baby's smile
Children laughing
Family is the most important
The warmth of a family members hug
The soft hum of my father
Pictures of dogs
Pictures of money
Favorite movies and shows
Favorite sports
Cancer ribbon
Music items
Memories and future plans
Disney characters
Dance stickers
Mix match outfits
In a baby's eyes
In the eyes of my family
In the wave of a friend
In the waves in the sea
In a place I wonder
In a song
In the sound of the wind
The rays of the sun
In the ice beneath my feet
Number of a jersey
By Shorty
32 Line Random Poem
My brother
Won't leave me alone
My room needs to be cleaned
Because of
How messy my room is
I have a lot of
Trash in my room
People are
Always fighting
For the dumbest reasons
The smell of skunk
Is bad unless
Involved in a joke
As I write
I notice,
It's a closer step for me to finish
My brother is always
Playing video games
Even as I write this he still won't stop
I get most
Homework in
World History, Algebra II, and Geometry.
The inside
Of my car is very dirty because
No one likes to clean their car in the winter
Future plans are
Extremely important
OU Sooners??!!
No comment
Boooo NO KU
NEBRASKA ALL THE WAY
I like Money
Won't leave me alone
My room needs to be cleaned
Because of
How messy my room is
I have a lot of
Trash in my room
People are
Always fighting
For the dumbest reasons
The smell of skunk
Is bad unless
Involved in a joke
As I write
I notice,
It's a closer step for me to finish
My brother is always
Playing video games
Even as I write this he still won't stop
I get most
Homework in
World History, Algebra II, and Geometry.
The inside
Of my car is very dirty because
No one likes to clean their car in the winter
Future plans are
Extremely important
OU Sooners??!!
No comment
Boooo NO KU
NEBRASKA ALL THE WAY
I like Money
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