I am, creative and mysterious.
I wonder what the world would be like without violence.
I hear a magical bell.
I see a magical land.
I want to be someone calm and peaceful.
I am, creative and mysterious.
I pretend to fly in the clouds.
I feel as if violence is a stranger.
I touch a world of neutrality.
I worry our society is weakening.
I cry to see what we are turning into.
I am, creative and mysterious.
I understand that this is way beyond actuality.
I say that our world needs to open its eyes.
I dream of a land of peace.
I try to help make this reality.
I hope others join me in this wish.
I am, creative and mysterious.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
I am Poem #1
I am
Youth, Faith, Pure
I strongly care about the life I live and my future.
Honesty, a sense of humor, and laughter are important to me.
I trust and believe in myself.
Everyone makes mistakes, but genuine people realize,
accept, and correct them
I think our world is getting lazy.
I respect people who speak their minds.
I do my best to make a difference.
I am.
Youth, Faith, Pure
I strongly care about the life I live and my future.
Honesty, a sense of humor, and laughter are important to me.
I trust and believe in myself.
Everyone makes mistakes, but genuine people realize,
accept, and correct them
I think our world is getting lazy.
I respect people who speak their minds.
I do my best to make a difference.
I am.
Monday, December 7, 2009
bad day from the start
”COMIC-TRAGEDIES”
When I woke up, I slid out of bed and hit my head
On the night stand and my mom asked me
How I go t the knot on my four-head. She smiled
Because she already knew, I had done it before,
But she told me not to let it ruin my day.
I could already tell my day was only going to get worse.
As I walked down the stairs to my mom’s car,
I slipped on the ice and fell in the snow, I got up
And dusted myself off when I slipped again.
This time falling on my butt, my mom just
Gave a bad look!
I wish I could just stay home.
On the drive to school my mom started yelling
At me out of nowhere. I had absolutely no clue what
She was talking about until she said grades!
“You better get that C up Mr.” She said. “Yes mother,”
And I didn’t say another word.
In biology I got my test back and couldn’t believe
My score, 95%! But then Mrs. Yowell took it back because
It wasn’t mine she said. Aww man I got a 65%. Now I had a
C in that class too, Oh No!
If only I wouldn’t have gotten out of bed.
When I woke up, I slid out of bed and hit my head
On the night stand and my mom asked me
How I go t the knot on my four-head. She smiled
Because she already knew, I had done it before,
But she told me not to let it ruin my day.
I could already tell my day was only going to get worse.
As I walked down the stairs to my mom’s car,
I slipped on the ice and fell in the snow, I got up
And dusted myself off when I slipped again.
This time falling on my butt, my mom just
Gave a bad look!
I wish I could just stay home.
On the drive to school my mom started yelling
At me out of nowhere. I had absolutely no clue what
She was talking about until she said grades!
“You better get that C up Mr.” She said. “Yes mother,”
And I didn’t say another word.
In biology I got my test back and couldn’t believe
My score, 95%! But then Mrs. Yowell took it back because
It wasn’t mine she said. Aww man I got a 65%. Now I had a
C in that class too, Oh No!
If only I wouldn’t have gotten out of bed.
magic pictures
Magic pictures
What’s that crab doing
Under the sand?
And look—broken she shells
On the sand, scattered around
Everywhere like poka dots.
Pretty cool.
Doesn’t the air smell fresh!
I love the push that comes off the waves.
Kind of relaxing.
Those clear dark waves crashing on the sand are
Tempting, but I don’t think
I’ll go in today.
What’s that crab doing
Under the sand?
And look—broken she shells
On the sand, scattered around
Everywhere like poka dots.
Pretty cool.
Doesn’t the air smell fresh!
I love the push that comes off the waves.
Kind of relaxing.
Those clear dark waves crashing on the sand are
Tempting, but I don’t think
I’ll go in today.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
changing scenes
CHANGING SCENES
Darkness,
Cold and foggy;
Worried I was alone,
Unusually silent and calm.
Nobody was awake
For it was too late to be outside.
Shining brightly
The sun appears on the east horizon.
Warmth, joy, and happiness
Fills the air quickly.
Life being shown,
Enjoyment shows on faces.
Warmth being the key
For smiles and laughing,
Both dark and light
Are “day.”
Equal amounts of both,
Cheerfulness and doubt
All in a 24 hour span.
Darkness,
Cold and foggy;
Worried I was alone,
Unusually silent and calm.
Nobody was awake
For it was too late to be outside.
Shining brightly
The sun appears on the east horizon.
Warmth, joy, and happiness
Fills the air quickly.
Life being shown,
Enjoyment shows on faces.
Warmth being the key
For smiles and laughing,
Both dark and light
Are “day.”
Equal amounts of both,
Cheerfulness and doubt
All in a 24 hour span.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
School Days Poems
Spanish is a newborn baby hearing words for the first time,
dazed and confused and completely clueless.
Spanish is going out to dinner and barely understanding,
your waiter, because of his accent.
Spanish is hearing an unfamiliar tune and breaking out in
dance, without knowing what culture you’re representing.
Spanish is being asked a question and being stared at until
you give a reply, and you have nothing to say.
If all the people in America knew Spanish, there would be
a huge decrease in confusion and misinterpretation.
Spanish is passing your friend in the hallway and
jokingly saying “Que Pasa Amigo!”
Spanish is doing the cha-cha and shimmy at your
local high school dance.
If a friend jokingly tries to greet you by rambling the words
“me gusta comer pastel” just because they sound Spanish
and you know that means “I like to eat pie,”
then who knows Spanish better?
dazed and confused and completely clueless.
Spanish is going out to dinner and barely understanding,
your waiter, because of his accent.
Spanish is hearing an unfamiliar tune and breaking out in
dance, without knowing what culture you’re representing.
Spanish is being asked a question and being stared at until
you give a reply, and you have nothing to say.
If all the people in America knew Spanish, there would be
a huge decrease in confusion and misinterpretation.
Spanish is passing your friend in the hallway and
jokingly saying “Que Pasa Amigo!”
Spanish is doing the cha-cha and shimmy at your
local high school dance.
If a friend jokingly tries to greet you by rambling the words
“me gusta comer pastel” just because they sound Spanish
and you know that means “I like to eat pie,”
then who knows Spanish better?
school days
SCHOOL DAYS POEMS
Geometry is a big equation of numbers for the math engineer’s ancient times.
Geometry is finding how much space a piece of wood takes up
Geometry is finding how much water you can put in your bath tub.
Geometry is much more that your check book and finding your balance.
If everybody on the streets knew geometry the world would be more complicated than it is now.
Geometry is homework you didn’t do so you could get help, which you never get.
Geometry is the one failing grade you need to get up before semester.
If your father only knew geometry he would understand how hard the class is.
Geometry is a big equation of numbers for the math engineer’s ancient times.
Geometry is finding how much space a piece of wood takes up
Geometry is finding how much water you can put in your bath tub.
Geometry is much more that your check book and finding your balance.
If everybody on the streets knew geometry the world would be more complicated than it is now.
Geometry is homework you didn’t do so you could get help, which you never get.
Geometry is the one failing grade you need to get up before semester.
If your father only knew geometry he would understand how hard the class is.
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