Droplets of water diving down from leaves,
soaking down the dry cemented earth.
They settle down comfortably at ease,
For the young seedlings they grant a new birth.
The birds piling down one by one.
For a feast they come in union with nature,
Down below them, the gleam of the sun.
Bringing a smile upon their creator.
Shimmering and sparkling water they nestle upon,
Interrupted by the deafening bustle behind them, their traitor.
Looking for which to catch before dawn.
Forever will their lives be,
Captivated by the presence of their enemy, Where they can never flee.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
FINAL- Villanelle
Her music that had been once played
Soaking up the dark, blue- night sky
Leaning her heart and soul in every note she prayed.
Her last song she sang to herself the night before he was taken away.
Bleeding tears endlessly unto cold rigid ground.
Wishing that into his arms she would stay, her music that had been once played.
And as in every breath she began to take, memories of him began to fade.
Like a handful of sand lifted to the air,
Leaning her heart and soul in every note she prayed
Why did he have to let her go like this, with no other desires she could trade.
Leaving a blemish upon her heart, darker than wine stains
Her music that had been once played
Such an act, she never could have forgave,
With all the turmoil of the world piled upon her shoulders.
Leaning her heart and soul in every note she prayed.
For it was a longing of another glimpse of him that she craved,
A sight of his warm embrace from a sign from heavens above.
Her music that had been once played
Leaning her heart and soul in every note she prayed.
Soaking up the dark, blue- night sky
Leaning her heart and soul in every note she prayed.
Her last song she sang to herself the night before he was taken away.
Bleeding tears endlessly unto cold rigid ground.
Wishing that into his arms she would stay, her music that had been once played.
And as in every breath she began to take, memories of him began to fade.
Like a handful of sand lifted to the air,
Leaning her heart and soul in every note she prayed
Why did he have to let her go like this, with no other desires she could trade.
Leaving a blemish upon her heart, darker than wine stains
Her music that had been once played
Such an act, she never could have forgave,
With all the turmoil of the world piled upon her shoulders.
Leaning her heart and soul in every note she prayed.
For it was a longing of another glimpse of him that she craved,
A sight of his warm embrace from a sign from heavens above.
Her music that had been once played
Leaning her heart and soul in every note she prayed.
3 Battle Pieces-FINAL
1. Wacky Wednesday
Kids brought in union to show their true colors.
Whether it is their funky polka dot pajamas or their cone-sized hairs, they are all proud to show off their school pride. I’ve come along to realize that besides the loads of stress that teacher pack on their students, every school is glad to provide a day or two of recreational activities. Not only is this a good tactic to prevent students from feeling the severe need to cut class, but it also brings in that 110% of school spirit. Wacky Wednesday not only is perfectly combined because it starts with the letter, “w”, but it also is a day where you can mock your friends who have decided to dress up wildly for a day, whether it be wearing a new pair of jeans (or same old ones) or wearing an ice cream cone on top of your head and pac man costume- you heard me right! Although I do not participate in these events because I do not wish to be the class clown for the rest of high school years, I do find my high school experience a bit more interesting. This can conclude to one of the many reasons why I do enjoy attending Herricks High. 2012 reigns supreme!
2.
Sleepy Sally slept swiftly on her soft comfy bed.
Annoying Alex grabbed an apple and bumped it with her head.
Ouch! Sleepy Sally exclaimed in sudden surprise.
Well Sleepy Sally, keep this up and the teacher will have you dead!
Sleepy Sally grabbed her schoolbag and brushed her teeth in a quick minute
Uh oh..Sleepy Sally forgot to change her clothes which led her to dread
Wake up Silly Sally! I’m matching with you! Max, her best friend said.
Man do I love Pajama Day, it’s a life saver! She thought to herself.
3. I feel that this year’s battle had been quite interesting and very strenuous with the many activities. I believe that every student can openly admit that they had almost lost their voice in cheering for their grade. Although, we were not fortunate to be provided with a welcoming cool breeze from outside or splendid air-conditioning facilities, we all were happily sitting (STANDING) in our sweat-drenched shirts for 3 hours gladly cheering on our grade. Some of the game that some of the students of each grade participated in was musical chairs, basketball- with balloons, and volleyball with this humungous round ball that took over three people to get over to the other side. Personally, on thing I disagree about the event was how we- the Sophomores did not receive 1st for school spirit when we had been basically the only grade that had stood up the entire time and when a few students decided to rip their shirts off in high enthusiasm. The theme color had been red and our topic was game night. I feel that based on the hallways and the excitement everyone in the grade had great excitement to be part of 2012...And like I said before…2012 reigns supreme!
Kids brought in union to show their true colors.
Whether it is their funky polka dot pajamas or their cone-sized hairs, they are all proud to show off their school pride. I’ve come along to realize that besides the loads of stress that teacher pack on their students, every school is glad to provide a day or two of recreational activities. Not only is this a good tactic to prevent students from feeling the severe need to cut class, but it also brings in that 110% of school spirit. Wacky Wednesday not only is perfectly combined because it starts with the letter, “w”, but it also is a day where you can mock your friends who have decided to dress up wildly for a day, whether it be wearing a new pair of jeans (or same old ones) or wearing an ice cream cone on top of your head and pac man costume- you heard me right! Although I do not participate in these events because I do not wish to be the class clown for the rest of high school years, I do find my high school experience a bit more interesting. This can conclude to one of the many reasons why I do enjoy attending Herricks High. 2012 reigns supreme!
2.
Sleepy Sally slept swiftly on her soft comfy bed.
Annoying Alex grabbed an apple and bumped it with her head.
Ouch! Sleepy Sally exclaimed in sudden surprise.
Well Sleepy Sally, keep this up and the teacher will have you dead!
Sleepy Sally grabbed her schoolbag and brushed her teeth in a quick minute
Uh oh..Sleepy Sally forgot to change her clothes which led her to dread
Wake up Silly Sally! I’m matching with you! Max, her best friend said.
Man do I love Pajama Day, it’s a life saver! She thought to herself.
3. I feel that this year’s battle had been quite interesting and very strenuous with the many activities. I believe that every student can openly admit that they had almost lost their voice in cheering for their grade. Although, we were not fortunate to be provided with a welcoming cool breeze from outside or splendid air-conditioning facilities, we all were happily sitting (STANDING) in our sweat-drenched shirts for 3 hours gladly cheering on our grade. Some of the game that some of the students of each grade participated in was musical chairs, basketball- with balloons, and volleyball with this humungous round ball that took over three people to get over to the other side. Personally, on thing I disagree about the event was how we- the Sophomores did not receive 1st for school spirit when we had been basically the only grade that had stood up the entire time and when a few students decided to rip their shirts off in high enthusiasm. The theme color had been red and our topic was game night. I feel that based on the hallways and the excitement everyone in the grade had great excitement to be part of 2012...And like I said before…2012 reigns supreme!
2 FINAL Poems
Outside
Swaying from the trees
Nourished from the rays of sunlight
The crimson stained florets lay
Bountiful overhead.
Each one designed in brilliant shades of colors.
Even more majestic then the work of man's hands.
A peaceful soul relaxed from the calm, soothing breeze,
bringing one closer to the beauty of nature.
Enough
Hands stretched up in surrender.
Above her, a white flag drooping down below .
Husband and kids remain asleep in the second floor.
She can’t do it all alone.
Tears rolling down her eye lids,
Quickly drenching her plaid shirt.
The pain and stress piled on her chest is unbearable.
Her faith is in quicksand.
Swaying from the trees
Nourished from the rays of sunlight
The crimson stained florets lay
Bountiful overhead.
Each one designed in brilliant shades of colors.
Even more majestic then the work of man's hands.
A peaceful soul relaxed from the calm, soothing breeze,
bringing one closer to the beauty of nature.
Enough
Hands stretched up in surrender.
Above her, a white flag drooping down below .
Husband and kids remain asleep in the second floor.
She can’t do it all alone.
Tears rolling down her eye lids,
Quickly drenching her plaid shirt.
The pain and stress piled on her chest is unbearable.
Her faith is in quicksand.
FINAL STORY
August 18, 1973
“You’re such a useless man who does nothing in this house. I can’t believe mom didn’t divorce you yet. And if you didn’t realize yet, she has been cheating on you for the past two years!” replied Annie fiercely.
When she uttered those words, my heart sank.
All I had ever asked from her was for another pen because the previous one had run out of ink. Ever since Nam, I have been expressing my feelings about the war through a journal. Bleeding out my entire life story, leaving in every gruesome description so these thoughts would not chain me up. My hope was for my daughter to read these countless pages and realize that it was not my choice to leave her. The only way I can truly speak to them is by the words I write.
March 16, 1971
Arising from bed for morning’s work, I sense the strong whiff of freshly brewed coffee. Along with the new day, I was once again awoken to the sound of the radio which stood on top of the wooden cabinet. Today, 348 men had been drafted to the terrifying war. Every man in town was uneasy, none of us wanted to join in a never ending war but we all loved our country dearly. They say that when you sing along to the Star Spangled Banner, tears roll down your cheeks. But are you willing to bleed red stripes for the sake of your country? I shuddered at the thought of leaving my wife and two beautiful children all alone in Afton without their father. But they also realized that on any day I would be sailing over the ocean blue for such sake.
-Napalm incident
-Innocent children—losing their parents- with clothes torn and bruises, etc.
“You’re such a useless man who does nothing in this house. I can’t believe mom didn’t divorce you yet. And if you didn’t realize yet, she has been cheating on you for the past two years!” replied Annie fiercely.
When she uttered those words, my heart sank.
All I had ever asked from her was for another pen because the previous one had run out of ink. Ever since Nam, I have been expressing my feelings about the war through a journal. Bleeding out my entire life story, leaving in every gruesome description so these thoughts would not chain me up. My hope was for my daughter to read these countless pages and realize that it was not my choice to leave her. The only way I can truly speak to them is by the words I write.
March 16, 1971
Arising from bed for morning’s work, I sense the strong whiff of freshly brewed coffee. Along with the new day, I was once again awoken to the sound of the radio which stood on top of the wooden cabinet. Today, 348 men had been drafted to the terrifying war. Every man in town was uneasy, none of us wanted to join in a never ending war but we all loved our country dearly. They say that when you sing along to the Star Spangled Banner, tears roll down your cheeks. But are you willing to bleed red stripes for the sake of your country? I shuddered at the thought of leaving my wife and two beautiful children all alone in Afton without their father. But they also realized that on any day I would be sailing over the ocean blue for such sake.
-Napalm incident
-Innocent children—losing their parents- with clothes torn and bruises, etc.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
IDEAS
August 18, 1973
“You’re such a useless man who does nothing in this house. I can’t believe mom didn’t divorce you yet. And if you didn’t realize yet, she has been cheating on you for the past two years!” replied Annie fiercely.
When she uttered those words, my heart sank.
All I had ever asked from her was for another pen because the previous one had run out of ink. Ever since Nam, I have been expressing my feelings about the war through a journal. Bleeding out my entire life story, leaving in every gruesome description so these thoughts would not chain me up. My hope was for my daughter to read these countless pages and realize that it was not my choice to leave her. The only way I can truly speak to them is by the words I write.
March 16, 1971
Arising from bed for morning’s work, I sense the strong whiff of freshly brewed coffee. Along with the new day, I was once again awoken to the sound of the radio which stood on top of the wooden cabinet. Today, 348 men had been drafted to the terrifying war. Every man in town was uneasy, none of us wanted to join in a never ending war but we all loved our country dearly. They say that when you sing along to the Star Spangled Banner, tears roll down your cheeks. But are you willing to bleed red stripes for the sake of your country? I shuddered at the thought of leaving my wife and two beautiful children all alone in Afton without their father. But they also realized that on any day I would be sailing over the ocean blue for such sake.
-Napalm incident
-Innocent children—losing their parents- with clothes torn and bruises, etc.
OR...
-Backstabbing friend – Short story
Sent a private text to everyone- making her expelled/suspended from school
“You’re such a useless man who does nothing in this house. I can’t believe mom didn’t divorce you yet. And if you didn’t realize yet, she has been cheating on you for the past two years!” replied Annie fiercely.
When she uttered those words, my heart sank.
All I had ever asked from her was for another pen because the previous one had run out of ink. Ever since Nam, I have been expressing my feelings about the war through a journal. Bleeding out my entire life story, leaving in every gruesome description so these thoughts would not chain me up. My hope was for my daughter to read these countless pages and realize that it was not my choice to leave her. The only way I can truly speak to them is by the words I write.
March 16, 1971
Arising from bed for morning’s work, I sense the strong whiff of freshly brewed coffee. Along with the new day, I was once again awoken to the sound of the radio which stood on top of the wooden cabinet. Today, 348 men had been drafted to the terrifying war. Every man in town was uneasy, none of us wanted to join in a never ending war but we all loved our country dearly. They say that when you sing along to the Star Spangled Banner, tears roll down your cheeks. But are you willing to bleed red stripes for the sake of your country? I shuddered at the thought of leaving my wife and two beautiful children all alone in Afton without their father. But they also realized that on any day I would be sailing over the ocean blue for such sake.
-Napalm incident
-Innocent children—losing their parents- with clothes torn and bruises, etc.
OR...
-Backstabbing friend – Short story
Sent a private text to everyone- making her expelled/suspended from school
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Prison Bars
Droplets of water diving down from leaves,
Soaking upon the dry cemented earth.
They settle down comfortably at ease,
For the young seedlings they grant a new birth.
The birds piling down one by one.
For a feast they come in union with nature,
Down above them, the gleam of the sun.
Bringing a smile upon their creator.
Shimmering and sparkling water they nestle upon,
Interrupted by the deafening bustle behind them, their traitor.
Looking for which to catch before dawn.
Forever will their lives be,
Captivated by the presence of their enemy, Where they can never flee.
Soaking upon the dry cemented earth.
They settle down comfortably at ease,
For the young seedlings they grant a new birth.
The birds piling down one by one.
For a feast they come in union with nature,
Down above them, the gleam of the sun.
Bringing a smile upon their creator.
Shimmering and sparkling water they nestle upon,
Interrupted by the deafening bustle behind them, their traitor.
Looking for which to catch before dawn.
Forever will their lives be,
Captivated by the presence of their enemy, Where they can never flee.
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