Writings for October
Monday September 29th 2008, 10:06 am
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Welcome to Fall!
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Welcome to Fall!
Raindrops,
Comment byfalling from the
cloudy sky as I go by.
One by one,they fall onto
the cold,wet ground.
I see them going down
in order from smallest
to biggest from the
rainy sky.
From then on, I will see it again.
October,
Comment byThe changing of
the beautiful leaves
from,yellow,orange,
to,red.
The fierce wind
and the beautiful colors
that surround me,is all
worth wild.
Go and celebrate October!
How Hard it is to Write
Sometimes when I write,
I find it hard
To think of what
To write.
It bothers me.
It’s like a tunnel.
I enter it, not able to find
The exit, which I dislike.
Then, I find the
Exit; the light that’s at the end of
The horrible path,
But just as I reach the end,
I lose my thoughts,
And I fall into the
Abyss of a lot of
Thoughts for my writing, but
I can’t choose one; I
Can’t climb to the exit,
Which leads me back
To square one.
Then,
I have the best idea of them all!
I exit the tunnel
To experience
The happiness
Of having a finished piece of writing.
Zach Baker a.k.a. Legoman11 =)
Comment byTrees
Comment byTrees are homes for birds
They are also umbrellas
Trees are wonderful.
Pools
Comment byPools are very fun
Do whatever you want
At your nearest pool!
Homework
Comment byHomework is boring
Unless it’s a school project
Then it can be fun.
I will have some of my writing on my blog @ http://littlebitofeverything.edublogs.org/
Comment byPlease visit and comment!
hey everbody i got this poem in an email forward and
just felt like sharing it……. it didnt say who the author was …..but i think its one of the best i’ve read!
This is the poem:
Around the corner I have a friend,
In this great city that has no end,
Comment byYet the days go by and weeks rush on,
And before I know it, a year is gone.
And I never see my old friends face,
For life is a swift and terrible race,
He knows
I like him just as well,
As in the days when I rang his bell.
And he rang mine but we were younger
then,
And now we are busy, tired men.
Tired of playing a foolish game,
Tired of trying to make a name.
Tomorrow” I say! “I will call on Jim
Just to show that I’m thinking of him.”
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
And distance between us grows and grows.
Around the corner, yet miles away,
“Here’s a telegram sir,” “Jim died
today.”
And that’s what we get and deserve in
the
end.
Around the corner, a vanished friend.
ENCORE ….
Thinking about it,
its all a blurr,
just racing around in my mind.
I’m standing on the corner,
imagining the scene,
although its something I’d prefer
to just forget.
Its like it speaks to me from a distance,
in a language I dont understand,
beckoning me from every direction I can possibly
think of…
north east,
south east,
west,
south west,
north,
okay…..is that enough?
I’d like to think nothing existed,
I’d like to imagine,
only me standing here for no apparent reason,
trying to imagine something,
that I really dont want to think about at all,
well….
now I’m just confusing myself,
what a surprise.
If the word “crazy” could explain it,
I think I’d be using that word
in every single sentence,
that I speak, or write,
of course,
for the rest of my life.
But see the problem is,
that no words can possibly explain it,
its amazing,
incredible,
confusing,
indescribable,
insane
and, of course, its very own,
individual.
Well, would you look at that,
even then,
after all those words,
I didnt even get close to describing it,
I’m such a failure, aren’t I?
Or wait,
now that I think about it,
yes,
yes i did,
it’s,at least i THINK,
the fourth word i used,
INDESCRIBABLE.
HA! I’ve got it!
I’m positive now,
thats EXACTLY what it is.
Encore,
Comment byI think I should take a bow.
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Comment byOH BY THE WAY……….yeah my name’s abby. forgot to mention that ;]
Comment byI remember when I had the flu.
Comment byI was sick as a dog.I was burning up.
I had a fever,and I couldn`t see.
I had to keep all the lights off or I would get a head ache.I could not move,if I did I would hurt all over . Then,I would Wake up at 3 a.m. in the morning and start crying.I would be hurting so bad.I would get up
and try to get my mom up,so she could get me some
medicine.
I remember,when I got my first cell phone
Comment byand I was 9 years old,and it was the
night of my birthday,and we were at the elks
eating,and my nana gave me a birthday
sack and it started ringing and I remember me
saying”Is anyone going to get it?”
!Cheerleading!
I have cheerleading every Monday at Trenton YMCA.
Our cheerleading coach is Ms.Kisten.
She is very funny.
And here is one thing Madison likes is when Ms Kisten
says raise your booty.
And when Madison told me that I started to laugh!
And we get lefted into the air.
It is so fun!!
I just love doing it!
Your student,Mercedes Mccaig
Comment byCaptivity
As I ran from pain,
you were holding me down,
suffocating me.
It was more than friendly gestures,
It was kindness
into a world of cruelty.
My words were slow and muffled.
Quick to come back,
yours were always short, sharp, and tempered.
The lies,
I beleived them.
Slowly,
I fell down this tunnel.
Darkness,
coldness.
It was all there,
but
behind a thick layer of cover ups.
Never once did I falter.
You were so good.
I believed every word you said.
I woke up to reality
with the presence of you
covering me.
Forcing all my attempts to cry out
back down my throat.
Along with all your lies and deceptions.
I walk down the road of sorrow and
spot a way out.
You block my every move.
Keeping my from my destination.
I’ve longed to be free,
but your shackles bind me,
holding me accountable
for all the sorrows you’ve experienced.
As my heart races
and anxiety pressures through my viens,
I mumble the words back to you.
The lies you’ve put in my head.
Your fingers brush through my hair.
I fall down in literal disgust,
trapped under your constant wing.
Life as I used to live is gone.
No more freedom.
No more time to relax.
I feel as if my blood is boiling
out of my ears,
onto the streets.
Flooding everything.
Unfortunately,
not drowning me.
Suddenly,
a ladder drops into the deep, balck hole
where you’ve been holding me captive.
I run to the ladder and make my way up.
Youre fingers like blades,
grab my ankles.
Cutting and sawing into my flesh,
I keep fighting.
Finally,
I reach the crusted layer of freedom.
As I weep at my foolishness,
I wish it woul’ve turned out good.
My legs are cut,
wounded,
I walk to my father.
Pleading for help,
he bandages me.
Fighting the tears,
my bandaged ankles begin to heal.
Leaving scars on my legs
and bruises in my heart.
My dreams of this world,
turned into nightmares of yours.
As my father protects me,
never again may I encounter you.
For you are sin,
and you hold me captive no more.
-Kara G.
Comment byFall Festival
I remember on September nineteenth, Dyer School had their annual Fall Festival.It started at Five ‘o clock and ended at eight ‘o clock.
Comment byRight before Ihad to be there to work at the Fall Festival, I went to my grandmother’s house to earn money.She gave me ten dollars.
When I got to school, I had gotten there just in time.As soon as I could I went to Mrs.Ladd’s booth. Mrs. Ladd was in charge of the soccer game.In order to win a two liter you had to kick a soccer ball through two orange cones.Aout fifteen people came but but most of them came more than once.Apparently every one liked it because she ran out of two liters an hour later.
Immediately after I was done with the soccer thing, I went to Bogo Ball. That is where you take a ball with two strings attached to the ends, throw it and try to wrap it around horizontal poles.If you got the top bar you got a coke, and if you got the bottom ones you gat a candy bar.
Eventually when all that was over I got to do what ever I wanted to do.They had so many things to do so I chose the following: Mrs. Riffe’s game, the wheel, I bought a pair of shoe laces and a snowcone.Those where not the only games they had there though.They also had a silent auction, pie throw, bowling, mini golf,football, and finallt the cake walk.
At about seven thirty I had to leave. It took a while to leave because I had to find my sister, Madison. When I finally found her we got to leave.
That was our annual Fall Festival.
Phone Call
I’m sitting,waiting,
Comment byhoping he will call.
The phone rings,
I answer.
I say hello,
but no one answers.
The phone rings again,
I answer.
This time he says hello.
We talk for hours,
When I go to hang up,
he breaks my heart.
He says we’re over,forever.
Lonely
Laying there
Comment byall alone.
I wish you were here
to take me in your arms
and let me cry.
But I know you can’t
because your mom won’t let you.
We both wish you were here
with me.
I text you
.
But it’s not the same.
I am still lonley..
My friend comes over;
she makes me feel better
I lay there thinking of you.
Everyone always says
“Aww! Y’all are so cute together!!”
Yeah,
I guess we are.
What do you think??
“Fishing”
I went to my cousin’s house and played game. Grandmama said ” Time to go fishing now.” We rode in the car a short time. We fished at the pond. Grandmama got a little fish. I got a big fish 3 feet long.I pulled my fishing pole and the fish broke the line. I did not catch the big fish.My cousin got a big fish,it was easy.
Comment by“Time to go to Grandmama house.”Grandmama’was tired and went to sleep. My cousin and I played games real loud.
Halloween
Halloween is a holiday were people dressup as characters.Some people go trick-or-treating and some do what they want to do.On Halloween you need to be really careful of what you do.There may be candy that have
DRUGS in them !!! Before you eat the candy make sure it’s not open and your parents check it first.
Drugs can harm her body in many ways and can even KILL!!! you.
Well have fun this Halloween everybody.
by,
Kayla Duck
Comment byStitches
There was this one day, I was about four or five years old, and my friends and I had this big play kitchen set.So, we started to jump on my bed.Well, next thing you know, somebody gets this bright idea of jumping from my bed to the play kitchen.After one of us said it, we started to jump from the bed to the play kitchen, because we thought it would be fun.
Comment byNext thing you know, one of my friends, Beth, lands on the floor and starts to scream.My parents came running in the room to see what had happened.They looked at Beth, and my mom took her to the hospital, because her elbow was gushing out blood and other stuff.
While they were gone, my dad was asking us about what had happened and we told him.Then, my mom calls and says that Beth was okay, but she had to get stitches. She then told my dad about all of the stuff that they did to her.
When Beth got home the next day, my friends and I went overthere to go see her. We all saw her stitches,and we said that we were sorry for what had happened. We helped her out for the rest of the day, because we felt so sorry for her.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYBODY!!!!!!
Comment bySummer Vacation
On one of my summer vacations, I went to Six Flags. At Six Flags, I went to both the water park and the theme park.
At the water park, which I went to first, I went down all the slides that I could. I remember this one part the most.
There was this small water cup. This cup would have water that would just fall all over you. This is how it went. First, the cup would get filled up all the way to the top. Then, this ball rings and the water just falls all over you.
After I went down the slides at the water park, I went to the theme park. At the theme park, I first rode the batman.
On the batman ride, you get in the seat, and then you get strapped down. After you get strapped down, the ride starts going. You sit there for about ten seconds with your feet hanging down and turning around and
around. It is kind of scary at first but it gets better.
After I rode that, I just walked around to see what other rides there were. I rode some more rides then i left. I had a great time at Six Flags.
Comment byWhen I was nine,my little brother Josh,his freind Robby,Grant,and I went out to the pond behind our house.All of us were in the pond catching frogs except Robby.He was sitting on the bank with his feet in the water complaning about something biting his foot.We just said he was imagining it.
Comment bySuddenly,he screamed and yanked his foot out of the water and there was a baby alligator snapping turtle dangling on his toe. We put it in a coffe can and he kept bragging on how he was going to take it home.I purposely got his mind on other things, and he forgot it!As soon as he left, I took it where we got it and released it.
Yellow
Yellow is the color of riches.It sparkles and shines like a sun.It is the color of hopes and dreams.It inspires you like a lamp that flickers on and off.It inspires the wildest dreams and thoughts.It is royalty and great wealth.Yellow is the heart of all colors.
Comment byFootball is the greatest sport ever.I love to play the game.I have so much fun.You get to line up and knock the crap out of people.I want to play in high school.Maybe if I get lucky play in college.My dream would to play college football for the Auburn Tigers.
Comment by© School Haikus ©
I do not like school.
I think it’s very boring.
Lots of people do.
These are called Haikus.
They are really fun to write,
Funner than Memoirs.
This is Dyer School.
Comment byOur mascot is the eagle.
Long live the eagle!!!
I remember the first time I rode a boat. I was in St. Louis and my family and I went on a boat ride. I was scared that something bad might happen. Now I am ok with going on boat rides from time to time. I rarely go on a boat ride now a days. I do remember it was raining and some of it’s floors felt like carpet. I can’t wait till I go back to St. Louis.
Comment byThe Girl in the Window
For Lynsey, who inspired me. You know who you are.
The Girl in the Window
Does she dare to dream
the dream
of dreams?
I would not know.
Does she dare to pray
the prayer
of prayers?
I could not know.
Does she dare to sing
the song
of songs?
I should not know.
But, yet I do.
She sings her song,
prays her prayer,
and dreams her dream.
The girl in the window.
She is so good
and kind
and nice
and what else could she be?
I do not know.
Do you know?
The girl in the window.
She has no
dreams or
prayers or
songs?
She always looks
so happy.
But maybe
she is not.
I want to find out.
Let me find out.
The girl in the window.
Comment byThoughts clutter my mind.
Why did she do it?
Why am i the center of it?
Who would be so gullible???
But her.
She defies all laws of nature.
So many things she speaks out against.
So many people would have killed to be her.
She would have killed to have been someone else.
She said it hurt to be so watched.
She said it confused her more than Algebra or anything else.
Maybe thats why she did it…
To escape all the eyes that tortured her.
To get away from all the pain she endured all the time.
So my main question…
Have i answered it???
I truly don’t think so but ,eventually,the answer will come.
My soul will be free of the haunting question that
Comment bycould hav so many answers.
Why did she do it???
Get It
Some people
just don’t get it.
Junior high girls,
parents,
or teachers-I’m just naming
a few- pick one, just
pick one.
But, I know someone who
does get it.
They don’t play
any games
when it comes
to friendship.
Best friend.
Still, some people
just don’t
get it.
We say
mean things,
make mistakes, and
still are frineds.
And what do I say??
Comment by“Don’t do this to me!”
i just want to
get it!
Skatebroading is fun is takes my stress away.I’m mostly a flatland skater(mostly do tricks on ground).I know over 20 tricks.I’m in a skate group called FaLlEn zTaRz(fallen stars) thereis me,brandon,zac,and ben. Now that is why I skatebroad.
Comment bySchool
Comment bySchool is fun.
School is great.
School can also be easy or hard.
You have many different classes.
Math,English,Reading,and more.
Homework,classwork,assignments,and projects.
From Pre-school to High school.
From High school to College.No matter where you go,there is a type of school.
Nice teachers to mean teachers.
Easy teachers to hard teachers.
No matter the type of teacher,your going to learn the same.
Same subjects,same rules,and more.
It’s fun being in school.
And as I have heard before,it’s the time of our life.
Shoes are warm and soft they help my feet not get hurt.There are o so many kinds of shoes.My favorite are vanz,world industres,ethines(they are all skate shoes).I just love shoes.
Comment byI’m 12 i love skatebroad i love baseball also.I’m on the football team it’s awesome.That is just a little bit of me.
Comment by!baseball!
Comment bybaseball is fun!!
You can hit a homerun..
or get out!
I love my family
Comment bythey
are cool
and dependentable
they love me too.
Without them I would not be here today or yesterday
I also love my brother and sisters.
They help me thought problems.
some people may vote for McCain or OBama for president but i think we should vote for none of the above . the reason why i would vote for the none of above is because i don’t think that McCain or OBama have the right stuff to be president i think people should have more options than just two people which many may not like at all cause if disagree with one another we are gonna get into fights and when that happens we have some well not some wars but a lot of wars though. i thing we need more people to run and have high educations and keep voting until everyone agrees on one person.
Comment byAlone
Comment byAll alone in
this lame world.
Nothing to look
forward to.Nothing
much to be excited about.
No one can understand,
no one cares!
There’s nothing
really to live for….
I’m just….
Alone!
The story of Me
Comment byThe story of me
is quite long
and difficult.
Nothing interesting,just
boring and complicated.
Never met anyone famous,
never really won anything
big or special.Never
really hit that big homerun
in my life.My style
is nothing special,
it changes from time to time.
Some days I’ll be cheery
and hyper,other days
I feel like locking myself
up,and not coming out till
I’ve sorted everything out.
My friends vary from day to day.
That’s pretty much my life…..
nothing interesting,
just the story of me.
Hurt
The tear drops
the pain
the scars
are still there.
The hurt in
her heart.
The tears in
her eyes.
The scars on
her body
are still there.
Her heart loved him
no matter what he did.
Her tear drops never
ever ever hurt him
like she thought the would.
Her scars didn’t matter
to him what had happened
the night before.
The tear drops
the pain
the scars
are still there.
-Faith
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