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Poem

Ill close the door and then lock the key
That's no longer a part of me
Ill run and run for miles on
Not looking back until I'm completely gone
Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry

Poetry

Andrew M, Mods 3-4

 

The Winter

 

Why do we bother with Summer?

The sweat rolling down my face,

Like a bowling ball down the lane.

 

The sweat stings my eyes;

It is a bee that won’t go away.

 

This is the best-

Gazing out the window,

Looking at the fresh snow,

And taking the first crisp step in the white powder.

 

Maybe making a snowball,

A fortress of solitude,

But mostly going out to snowboard all day long.

 

T.V. and laptop turned on,

Watching the news and hoping

For school to be closed.

 

And we play outside in the soft miracle.

Houses covered, hills white as Santa’s beard.

Almost here,

Christmas is on the way,

And happiness will fill my house

In the winter time.

Through the wins and the

Through the wins and the losses, the smiles and tears. My team will stand by me forever for the rest of our years.
H.S 3-4

my poem

6:02 p.m. EST

Halloween spawned the night, the night spawned the kids.

the kids spawned the question, the answer is where it begins.

one spawns a weapon, the weapon spawns your attention.

From the left spawns a blow that shows you the ground...

a thousand places spawn pain, 

in which spawns a spark when you get up and turn around.

They rode off down the street, so you sit back down on the concrete

the spark spawns lost anger, anger spawns hate.

the hate spawns a deep meaning, but you fail to relate.

Now spawns your phone.

you call for a ride, but no one is home.

the second gets answered, and your on your way back.

the meaning slowly returns, but all it can do is remind

you that the last memory you can spawn is the time.

poem

kelsey mods 3-4   My life is filled with confusion, I need a break, disillusion. Family, school, friends, The list never ends. Life isn't fair, that's my conclusion

So U. 3-4 "Origin"

I am from the east

From the land of the rising sun

 

I am from the education

Doing boring drills endlessly

 

I am from my heroes

Who I imitated

And dreamt of being

 

I am from the water 

Stinging with the smell of chlorine

 

I am from the backyard

Playing new games

Where language was not a factor

 

I am from the "Cry baby"

Or the "Starving Beast" 

 

I am from the ballpark

From the　Cotton Candy

From mascots

And the seventh inning

 

I am from the sounds

From school concerts to  

The Applauses from the crowd 

 

I am from the expeditions

During which I saw the world

From the cities of New York  

To the startling grand canyon 

 

I am from the beach

Where sand sticks on the wet feet

Where the ocean spreads across the horizon

 

I am from the challenge

From the snow

From the Green

From the pool

 From the road

 

I am from the people

From Friends

And From my Family

 

Active Listens Lovable Intellectual Sincere

Active
Listens
Lovable
Intellectual
Sincere
Optimistic
Nice

poem mods 3-4

Rare

Rare is happiness
the never ending love
Rare is honesty
the "I'll tell you everything."
Rare is I'll take care of you
in sickness and in health
Rare is ill be there for you
never lie,go behind your back, or cheat
Till death do us part.
Then again, forever is rare too.

Mekenzie Prentiss
Mods:3-4

M-y english teacher R-eally smart S-uper nice S- ucessful T-eacher R-espected A-ttributes knowledge T- alented T-errific O-n time (haha) N-ever gives up By: Whitney Farber :)

The time of year,
Every kid and teacher work for,
Countdowns and wishfulthinking
Ready to be out in the warm sun
And not sit

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The time of year,
Every kid and teacher work for,
Countdowns and wishfulthinking
Ready to be out in the warm sun
And not sit

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TFarbs- Rain Brings Sun

The rain is dreary
The sun is marvelous
Looking forward to no rain,
Its time for the sun to have its day.
Flowers need to bloom at once,
To bring smiles across our faces.
And leave at once that dreary rain,
To bring smiles across our faces :)
Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry

The bright stars twinkle lightly
And the moon shines luminously
As the tree tops tickle the sky

The birds sing their swee

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poem

brandon walters mod 3-4

 

i am from the time of board games

from toy soldiers and plastic dice

to fake money and false totems

i am from the beaches of California

the wind blowing in my face

i am from living in the moment

rolling with the 'King' to hanging with my friends

i am from the 'Big Apple'

from its liberties and freedoms

to its pain of the past

i am from 'smile for the camera'

from looking my best

to having a rough day

i am from a family church
all-nighters and early sermons

i am from the fields of shin guards and cleats

to  jerseys and team practices

i am from the youth

from wrestling with our fathers

to our first days at school

i am from distant memories

from vacations with my uncle

to the blessings of my grandfather

The Greatest Haiku Ever!

I don't like Haikus,
Sometimes they are confusing,
refrigerator

by anonymous
Miranda 3-4

What do you do when you look in the mirror
And staring at you is hatred and fear.
The ceiling falls in, as the walls crack and break
The floors disappear, as the Earth seems to shake.
Gasping for breath, tears flooding your face
Striving for beauty, but falling from grace.
Your life based on looks, so you're selling your soul
Let the devil command you, was that really your goal?
Never again will you hold a true smile
You own no true beauty; composed only of bile.
Your head full of smoke, and your heart full of sin
A dance with the devil, you never can win.
By Alyse H.
(Written May 17, 2011)

Andrew V 3-4         My haiku titled: Uhmerica Uhmerica I'd like to have a  McCounterterrorism with a side of fries

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