Writing for January
January 17th, 2008 Tagged student writing
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This is a non sence piece so you might not be able to prononce the words correctly
Lavenderlion Whip
The Lushiness of the lavenderlion whip
Its pinkish lavenderlion kinda of a lunkis
blue on a cold cloudy day
a rubany lush nut smell
like cocanuts on a springish wintery day
the cold smell
touches your reonince body
as you feel the wisp blow
off your arm
the lushiness cream
of the smooth lavenderlion whip carries
grimery memories
thew the humans mind.
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BETA CLUB TREASURE ILL BE A GREAT ONE!!!!!!!
Oh lov…
How sweet your sound.
Your touch is as delicate as a snowflake.
You fall on me and melt…
melt into my warm skin.
Eventually you evaporate unless your true.
You rush through my veigns.
You comfort me when no ones around.
The ticking of my heart matches
the drumming of your soul.
L0ove do you hear my cry.
You lead me astray…
Whats right whats wrong???
I know your there.
Your delicate fingers run through my hair.
OUr bodies become one…
as you plant your eternall curse on my lips.
Oh love… how i love you.
MEMORIES
A dog could have a memory of its latest bone.
An eye could have a memory of its latest tear.
A smile brings a memory of a happy moment,
when no problems of life got in the way.
A heart could have a memory of its latest break,
or a time when it was bursting with love.
Our actions help us to remember,
the person that we are,
but also brings a memory of the person that we were,
Our lives should help others to remember,
what God did for us,
and to shine His light to others where ever we may be.
A memory is a rememberance,
and to remember means to never forget.
~abby~
Still In my heart
………………
Im three years old.
You’ve been around for thousands of years.
I put my naked toe into you.
You rush over my feet.
Cold…wet…comforting.
I put my whole body into you.
You pull me in further.
YOu suround me now
I float.
Water everywhere.
Mom and dad watch from the shoreline.
I told them i could face you.
You are playful.
Ilove your touch.
I twist and turn.
You swish and whisper to me.
Kids like me…laughing.
I share you.
I depart sadly from you.
I should have known…
that my first beach visit would be fun!!!
Miss
I miss the way
You held my hand.
I miss the way
You hugged me.
I miss the way
Your eyes looked at me.
I miss the way
Your arm kept me warm.
I just miss you,
Is that too hard to understand?
Dylan
Dylan Joyce is my cousin.He is so funny.He can make you laugh at all of his jokes.He loves farming.He plays the piano,too.He and my grandfather would always be farming,or wanting to.That is Dylan and my grandfather for sure.When we would go to our grandmothers’ house. Robert and Dylan would get the combines and the rest of that stuff,and they would pretend that the carpets were feilds. They would plant and help it grow. They would do that all the time.When you would look at our grandmother;s carpets. It would have little lines up and down it. Dylan had so much fun doing that. Dylan is the oldest of all of us children.He is my not the kind of person that will get mad at you forever.I am not saying that he does not get mad at things,but he is a good person.dylan can preach a great sermom.He can simple and make it so much bigger. I don’t know anyone like that,but God. Dylan is the best preacher. He is so simple,but so powerful. Maybe not to him, but to other people. Farming is his game. That is Dylan Clay Joyce.
-Danielle Rickman
Ode to Shoes
Shoes,I love shoes.
I have a pair of shoes for
everyday of the week.
Shoes
High heel shoes for Sundays
Tennis shoes for Monday,Wednesdays,
and Fridays.
Low heels for Thursdays and
Tuesdays.
I love shoes.
They can be any color,
shape,or size.
They are an
all around shoe.
Shoes are
the best ever.
I love Shoes.
-Danielle Rickman
A Mother’s Voice
It’s all a girl wants to hear,
but some don’t get lucky.
Maybe because..
their mother left her,
Or she lost her life.
Neither of those happened to mine,
but I’m not a lucky one either.
I don’t get to hear
a mothers voice.
I hear…
an aunts voice.
Where I’m From
I’m from a different place.
From that old country road,
that leads to that country house,
where tons of memories are.
and where a whole different family is..
different from the “family” I’m in now.
Far away from here..’Kinda like another world.
But now I’m from Humboldt.
Where people get shot,
murdered,
and killed.
I’m from a place..
different than the one that I wish I was from.
The one I used to be from.
This poem is called Corby Dedicated to Abby
We plus our names.
We make up ways
to get people involed.
We love to talk forever and a day,
and everything is all.
We both say
the sky is the limit and
Writing on the Wall.
We both know
the love we show
will be in a pause forever.
I love you Abby
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I like all the poems.
Monkeys
Oh monkeys,
how wonderful
you are
you have
such pretty
black fur
oh monkeys,
without you
i would not
be able to
laugh
oh monkeys
Days to Come
You know everyone thinks,
that she is so popular.
Well, in my opinion,
she’s not!
Everybody likes her
because she is pretty,
rich,
and smart.
But when everyone is thinking
about her,
no one is thinking about us,
the normal people.
But, in the days to come,
she will be
U-G-L-Y!!!!
And we will rule
the social world.
So,
before you think about her,
think about
US!!!!
ode to missing work
i bearly ever get you
unless i were sick that day
but i like doing you
if i ever do
missing missing missing
WORK!
ode to classblogs
classblogs
they are so easy to do
just click on internet
and put in her address
push this weeks blog
and write in your piece to be published
its an easy assiment to do
Football
football is a sport that contain
lots of takling sometime. I play football most the time.
i can’t wait till next football season.I wish to be the QB.
Totally Un-C.O.O.L.
Oh, pencil grippers,
how you are awesome.
You are super cool. I
have five of you on my pencil.
You are soft,
sorta gooey, and I love,
love, love, love you.
You are (again) amazigly
cool(cool not meaning constapated,
over-rated, out-of-style, loser).
I heart you, pencil grippers.
FOLDERS
MINE IS ORANGE
MINE IS ORANGE YES SIREE
ORANGE IS THE BEST
oranges
oranges ilove you.
i really like you.
Basketball
Basketball is fun.
Basketball is very cool.
Basketball, Awesome
Kathryn’s pencil
Kathryn’s pencil
is in her hand,
and it is very colorful.
Kathryn won’t let anyone have it
and everyone’s okay with it.
Kathryn’s pencil is pretty,
but her pencil doesn’t like to be held.
abv.’s
lol,idk,g2g,ttyl,b4,and jk there
is a lot more but,anyway i use them
when i txt
Me
Me is cool.
I love me.I
will do just
about anything
for my life.ME
!!!!!!!!