i-spy and baloney halloween cheesey frog that died under the birch pizza 5 kiwis that left the buisness sunny soccer basketball is comeing candy boston won the thief lord under the bridge tree construction toby step up on braces on red headband that fell blow my nose glasses on the pretty nose student what am i doing today back cream heven or hell chips on a blue eyes and brown hair-cute online gotta check my emails bballgall@gmail.com math decimals ...
halloween is tomarrow!
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Thursday, October 25, 2007
My Room
My room is a small pleasent artifact in my life.
It lets me dress in it's closit, watch it's T.V., and sleep in it's bed.
I can look out and see the tennis club, the hot tub in my yard and beyond.
My room let's me put all my cloths, toys, balls,
and more on it's shelfs and in it's drawers.
I like to lay down on my bed with my stuffed animals and read...
In MY ROOM.
It lets me dress in it's closit, watch it's T.V., and sleep in it's bed.
I can look out and see the tennis club, the hot tub in my yard and beyond.
My room let's me put all my cloths, toys, balls,
and more on it's shelfs and in it's drawers.
I like to lay down on my bed with my stuffed animals and read...
In MY ROOM.
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Remember Me
Remember me as
The girl that always had fun
Who use to have a best friend
As the girl next door
Remember me
When snow never fell
But rain threw itsself down
As the girl with brown eyes,
And brown hair
I remember you
The girl with the nice laugh
The girl with the brown hair,
And brown eyes
The sense of humor
The real life
and not the fake
I remember you
Remember me
The girl that always had fun
Who use to have a best friend
As the girl next door
Remember me
When snow never fell
But rain threw itsself down
As the girl with brown eyes,
And brown hair
I remember you
The girl with the nice laugh
The girl with the brown hair,
And brown eyes
The sense of humor
The real life
and not the fake
I remember you
Remember me
Bringing Back Memories
Remember when
You use to sing and dance
Remember when
Your life was here
Not there
Remember when
life was fare and free
Remember when
You use to laugh and play
Remember!
You use to sing and dance
Remember when
Your life was here
Not there
Remember when
life was fare and free
Remember when
You use to laugh and play
Remember!
Thats Great
Mark it down
Roll around
See it fall
Lets have a ball
See it twirl
Make a hurl
And thats what makes it great
Roll around
See it fall
Lets have a ball
See it twirl
Make a hurl
And thats what makes it great
Friday, October 19, 2007
Skeleton Key by Anthony Horowitz
If you thought that the book Stormbraker, ( by Antony Horowitz ) was violent, Skeleton Key wil blow your mind!
Creation
You are the charecter in my game, you are the puppet in my puppet show, you are my stuffed animals. I can play with you, I can destroy you, because I control you.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Wave
Opens the earth
Widens the world
Moonlight's song
Blue crashes
Starlight shines
The big life of others
Surf boards crash
Sharks move in
Lives are gone
Widens the world
Moonlight's song
Blue crashes
Starlight shines
The big life of others
Surf boards crash
Sharks move in
Lives are gone
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Part of History
"Think back, notice me, don't pass me."
The inner walls are full of wonder
Inside, something else is going on
Something different
Something strong
Nothing can predict what is
Inside, but it itself
Fully knowable
Of all history
Tiny beings scurrying around in a
Completely solid world
A world large enough to hold a
Mouse
And it's home
Security is the outside and peak holes too
Never questionable or re- considerable
But always relyable
Something mysterious, unpredictable
Full of knowledge and humanity
Yet never it fears the outer world
But welcomes it.
The inner walls are full of wonder
Inside, something else is going on
Something different
Something strong
Nothing can predict what is
Inside, but it itself
Fully knowable
Of all history
Tiny beings scurrying around in a
Completely solid world
A world large enough to hold a
Mouse
And it's home
Security is the outside and peak holes too
Never questionable or re- considerable
But always relyable
Something mysterious, unpredictable
Full of knowledge and humanity
Yet never it fears the outer world
But welcomes it.
world
the section in the water
the world opens up
and lets its self in
the blue sky of the glaxy is here
and the world is open again
the message of true love
the fight of that cuple
the night sky falls but i am still awake
and that is what makes the world go round
when those friends are gone
(in the worlds point of view)
the world opens up
and lets its self in
the blue sky of the glaxy is here
and the world is open again
the message of true love
the fight of that cuple
the night sky falls but i am still awake
and that is what makes the world go round
when those friends are gone
(in the worlds point of view)
Dignified pebble
Rock;Compact shape, hard to see
Small yet dignified, props for anything but itself
taken for granted but obvious
Hurled by slings and thrown by hands.
Small yet dignified, props for anything but itself
taken for granted but obvious
Hurled by slings and thrown by hands.
Not just a stone
Go inside a stone
See what inside
Maybe it's bigger on the inside than the outside
Maybe there is a whole world that people don't knew exist
Maybe rocks come alive inside themselves
Maybe it's the most beautiful thing in the wold
Maybe there are windows that we can't see
Who knows?
See what inside
Maybe it's bigger on the inside than the outside
Maybe there is a whole world that people don't knew exist
Maybe rocks come alive inside themselves
Maybe it's the most beautiful thing in the wold
Maybe there are windows that we can't see
Who knows?
Stone
My name is stripy
I like to talk to
people that pick me up
and take me home with you
I say good morning
and good night, hello
and good bye, take me on
a walk with me and hold
me in your hand.
But in the inside I am moon-
light and happiness all the
time
I like to talk to
people that pick me up
and take me home with you
I say good morning
and good night, hello
and good bye, take me on
a walk with me and hold
me in your hand.
But in the inside I am moon-
light and happiness all the
time
Rock
sleek like a cat,
the tiny voice yelling, "let me out, let me out."
inside, a hollow mystery, unfolding itself.
pieces of hell.
a long droopy gown, growing old in my closet,
laying on the concrete sidewalk, my rock,
and then,
CRACK
all of the
secrets
pour out...
-Zoe
the tiny voice yelling, "let me out, let me out."
inside, a hollow mystery, unfolding itself.
pieces of hell.
a long droopy gown, growing old in my closet,
laying on the concrete sidewalk, my rock,
and then,
CRACK
all of the
secrets
pour out...
-Zoe
Pearl White
Inside is another world of its own
Inside lives a snowglobe
Inside lay a sleeping puppy
This rock was born on the outskirts of Canada
On the outside it is as hard as one of those guys from the movie 300
On the outside it can defeat anything
All around it is the rock that counts
All around it is the world
When you touch it, it turns magical
Inside lives a snowglobe
Inside lay a sleeping puppy
This rock was born on the outskirts of Canada
On the outside it is as hard as one of those guys from the movie 300
On the outside it can defeat anything
All around it is the rock that counts
All around it is the world
When you touch it, it turns magical
Stone
Look at a stone
hear it whistling,
the sound of happiness
watch the stone
see it wave,
like the leaves
feel the stone
feel it give the burst,
of hot flame
or the shiver of cold ice
play with the stone
does it bounce or roll?
it's your choice
so make it good
because the stone
will be watching your,
every move
soon night will fall
the stone will fall asleep
resting until another day
of fun
of strange skies
as you watch
them spark
open your eyes
because today is a new day
hear it whistling,
the sound of happiness
watch the stone
see it wave,
like the leaves
feel the stone
feel it give the burst,
of hot flame
or the shiver of cold ice
play with the stone
does it bounce or roll?
it's your choice
so make it good
because the stone
will be watching your,
every move
soon night will fall
the stone will fall asleep
resting until another day
of fun
of strange skies
as you watch
them spark
open your eyes
because today is a new day
Baby Blue
It sounds like litning,it smells like lemonad.
It looks like a colorful bird.
It is not a stray color but a very sneaky color.
It tasts like a big glass of icy water.
It looks like a colorful bird.
It is not a stray color but a very sneaky color.
It tasts like a big glass of icy water.
My Room
my room is
my mysterious box
my room is the
cave beneath the rocks.
Inside my room
represents me just
me
my zoo of clothes my
interests in cool little
things my room of
things you would
never imagine one
day it will be a jungle
the next it would be
clean, clean, clean. my room
is my space.
my mysterious box
my room is the
cave beneath the rocks.
Inside my room
represents me just
me
my zoo of clothes my
interests in cool little
things my room of
things you would
never imagine one
day it will be a jungle
the next it would be
clean, clean, clean. my room
is my space.
Ruby
The shine of the color
The string of life
The sprint of life
The return of lifes from the war
The shiny and gliming of life with in
The little head wich is undifetible
I do not know if it is rare or not
A bright red dress flowing in the wind
The rock of life
Midnight is on but I can still see
the light of the stone
The song of stars and ice
what is this color or stone?
The string of life
The sprint of life
The return of lifes from the war
The shiny and gliming of life with in
The little head wich is undifetible
I do not know if it is rare or not
A bright red dress flowing in the wind
The rock of life
Midnight is on but I can still see
the light of the stone
The song of stars and ice
what is this color or stone?
Tomatoes
Tomatoes,juicy flesh
tiny seeds
a big kingdom of jelly
squishy like jell-o
a rounded shape
a deep red color
soft as a blanket
growing on a vine
covering the garden
find lots and eat lots
tomatoes, tasty
tiny seeds
a big kingdom of jelly
squishy like jell-o
a rounded shape
a deep red color
soft as a blanket
growing on a vine
covering the garden
find lots and eat lots
tomatoes, tasty
Rain
Plip, plop, plip, plop, crash! Boom!
The smell of water on cement edges it's wa up people's nostrils,
a chase ends, a baby smiles, a child learns,
plip, plop, plip, plop, crash! Boom!
The smell of water on cement edges it's wa up people's nostrils,
a chase ends, a baby smiles, a child learns,
plip, plop, plip, plop, crash! Boom!
Poetry Is...
Poetry is ripping notes off of a page and ferociously sticking it against an other. As you steel stone from mother earth and with all your might you thrust it against the cold, deep green reeds of the ocean but retreives to your hand once again. Poetry is a snake that you don't see until it's to late the beast has sinken it's jaws into the little poisend piece of of meat and is on the grownd belly up. Poetry is plunging into great big heeps of fallen leaves. Swinging from branch to branch but never really getting anywhere. Like coming from a walk of therst but no water to drink. Clawing towards the top and falling down, down, down...
Monday, October 15, 2007
Lavender Purple
The sadness of a move
from one town to the next
the loss of friends
hoping to make
my parents stay
from one town to the next
the loss of friends
hoping to make
my parents stay
Can't think!
Can't think!
What to write, can't think!
About soccer, can't think!
Harry Potter, can't think!
Something with K.K., can't think!
What is for lunch, can't think!
What is in math today, can't think!
Think of poems, can't think!
Aah the sun is in my eyes can't think!
What are the others writing, can't think!
What are on the word tickets say, can't think!
Did I spell ticket right, can't think!
Are there new animals, can't think!
What about poetry, can't think!
I have to have something, cant think!
Ow my hand hurts, can't think!
What will I write, can't think!
Man my hand hurts, can't think!
How is Matt today, can't think!
Wow my hand hurts, can't think!
I want to take a break, can't think!
How do you spell break, can't think!
What are these pins for, can't think!
Can I rewrite this, can't think!
Maybe I should, can't think!
Did I spell maybe right, can't think!
Where is my mom, can't think!
I'm hungry, can't think!
No I'm not hungry, can't think!
I'm running out of space, can't think!
What is on those tickets, can't think!
I want to rewrite this, can't think!
What is Karen saying, can't think!
WHAT ,can't think
!Wat about home what, can't think!
My hand writing is SO sloppy, cant think!
Were did Katie get her water bottle, can't think!
I want to write this over, can't think!
Are we done, can't think!
who is Karen talking to, can't think!
Is she close, can't think!
I'm I doing this right, can't think!
What is Katie doing, can't think!
Do I get to type this up, can't think!
I need to sharpen my pencil, can't think!
Who is saying my name, can't think!
Ow my hand hurts, can't think!
Who said my name can't think!
Wow this is long,can't think!
Can we stop, can't think!
Why are they clapping, can't think!
Yes we can stop, I CAN THINK!
Rats!
Brown
Brown
Are redwoods red or are they _____?
Just like the squirell that darts from branch to branch
Or the horse that trots under?
Or a little kid leaping and running
"More dirt! More dirt!" they yell.
Cold, snowy, neat.
No.
No snow
But Winter and Fall.
Are redwoods red or are they _____?
Are redwoods red or are they _____?
Just like the squirell that darts from branch to branch
Or the horse that trots under?
Or a little kid leaping and running
"More dirt! More dirt!" they yell.
Cold, snowy, neat.
No.
No snow
But Winter and Fall.
Are redwoods red or are they _____?
Shake
It pushes you down to quick to escape,
Your terrified,
You hope to scream,
But it takes the voice of you away,
And finally-
Your terrified,
You hope to scream,
But it takes the voice of you away,
And finally-
Poetry Area
Poetry is a tall grass field in wich there is no way out of, filled with dreames and lost memories that are no longer clinging on to where they once did, wondering off in a empty space till the world is nothing but the same. Memories happy and sad, floating freely waiting to be writen on paper in a tall, grass field.
Green
A creepy forest
morning dew on a spiderweb
on the edge of
an over grown field
a bent cacti
sower spikes
not the feeling of glory
but the hope of getting there
a ball of glowing light
the flash of sundown
a circle of mystery
the past
a smooth lime
an s shaped slither
a box of magic
Zipade Do Da in Disneyland
the gobland of the afternoon
Spidermans first enamy
the number 7
the stain on my jeans
the sound of a soccerball rolling through the grass
Red
Salmon sneaking into
the house where there are
roses,raspberries and strawberries
out on the tabble ready
to be eaten. It is not
my pencil led it's not
my window. It also is a color
of a flag it is a color of a
tomato. The sound is sad and
happy at the same time.
Bailey Chavez
the house where there are
roses,raspberries and strawberries
out on the tabble ready
to be eaten. It is not
my pencil led it's not
my window. It also is a color
of a flag it is a color of a
tomato. The sound is sad and
happy at the same time.
Bailey Chavez
Poetry Is...
The praise of the past
The secrets of the present
The panic of the moon
The smoke of the sun
The salmon of December
The incredible darkness of bravery
The flaming fire of my imagination
The slithering snakes of thirst
The bobcat of the North,
and the quiet truth of Indian blue
Open your eyes,
the leaves of the little oak...
are blooming.
Nick Petrov
The secrets of the present
The panic of the moon
The smoke of the sun
The salmon of December
The incredible darkness of bravery
The flaming fire of my imagination
The slithering snakes of thirst
The bobcat of the North,
and the quiet truth of Indian blue
Open your eyes,
the leaves of the little oak...
are blooming.
Nick Petrov
Fluff
Fluff is like sweet corn
Lips are like candy I find still wrapped
Up like a highway curve
Flying up and up, just...
Flying
Lips are like candy I find still wrapped
Up like a highway curve
Flying up and up, just...
Flying
grass
The past of the grizzly bears at midnight with anger like snakes in the tall grass of shame and truth with the smoke of winter raising before us like wisdom in the flames and the fog of mud with sadness but joy in harmony with thunder and the history of the blue whales and the silence jealousy of in the meadows of the cascade creak with the cows with humor and clouds for death.
Lava Mountain Red
The rushing salmon going up the stream
Roses that blows in the roaring wind
Raspberries growing on the green leaves
Wine from fine forgiving grapes
The color of memory
The color that makes a sun set from out of this world
The box that lightens the world
OW
I got a cut the blood rushing down my arm
Fire Fire someone please oh please help
Paint that if it wasn't here there won't be
ME
ANGER
SADNESS
And sadness would be here
Roses that blows in the roaring wind
Raspberries growing on the green leaves
Wine from fine forgiving grapes
The color of memory
The color that makes a sun set from out of this world
The box that lightens the world
OW
I got a cut the blood rushing down my arm
Fire Fire someone please oh please help
Paint that if it wasn't here there won't be
ME
ANGER
SADNESS
And sadness would be here
That horrible noise
The little train of thought heading toward me today, took a little detour into the bay. That little noise of a pang went strait to the driver's aiming vein, which made the driver shift into the completely wrong lane. If I ever hear that when I have a good idea, all my thoughts will be blown away as far as Pangia. I beg of you with a giant plead, don't make that noise, that's all I need.
Baking Cookies
Stir, spin, shake and mix well,
cream tarter, sugar, flour, ring a bell?
Like the beaters, yum, yum, yum!
Hear the rain beating on the windows
pitter, patter, drum.
Preheat the oven to a roast,
saving the little bits for the most.
Bats, pumpkins, leaves for fall,
big ones, little ones, for us all.
Don't squeeze to hard, don't push to little,
don't make a hole right in the middle!
cream tarter, sugar, flour, ring a bell?
Like the beaters, yum, yum, yum!
Hear the rain beating on the windows
pitter, patter, drum.
Preheat the oven to a roast,
saving the little bits for the most.
Bats, pumpkins, leaves for fall,
big ones, little ones, for us all.
Don't squeeze to hard, don't push to little,
don't make a hole right in the middle!
Poetry seems to be...
The sweet, sour, smell of sad
that lingers down the hallway,
The pink, peaceful dawn that
descends upon the valley,
The ferns that shake with
hunger and quiver with fear,
The beauty of flame dancing angrily away
across an ice blue bay,
The safe peace of sunlight
mixed with precious shine from
the moon,
The unknown silver waves that hold
wonderful treasures,
The bumps and shove from
sadness as you reach for happiness so close
yet desperately far,
The way ripples fill the lake once
solid as a mirror,
The echoes that shower rain
across the canyon floor,
The gray whales song to the
light sea of blue softly rolling further,
The sea shells that hold jealousy
hold it like a treasure,
The wave that rushes to that shore
the wave of disappointment,
The feeling of relief like on
illness infecting your mind
THE...
that lingers down the hallway,
The pink, peaceful dawn that
descends upon the valley,
The ferns that shake with
hunger and quiver with fear,
The beauty of flame dancing angrily away
across an ice blue bay,
The safe peace of sunlight
mixed with precious shine from
the moon,
The unknown silver waves that hold
wonderful treasures,
The bumps and shove from
sadness as you reach for happiness so close
yet desperately far,
The way ripples fill the lake once
solid as a mirror,
The echoes that shower rain
across the canyon floor,
The gray whales song to the
light sea of blue softly rolling further,
The sea shells that hold jealousy
hold it like a treasure,
The wave that rushes to that shore
the wave of disappointment,
The feeling of relief like on
illness infecting your mind
THE...
Gabe, My Brother
Grazing through the grass of truth,
Abstract dreams of the
Box that imprisoned the anger of my mind, as
Exciting as he may seem, he is my brother.
-Zoe
Abstract dreams of the
Box that imprisoned the anger of my mind, as
Exciting as he may seem, he is my brother.
-Zoe
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Midnight Fire
You are the sparkling moon
on the lake
Your shiny puffs of
heat and love
death and danger
Your unsatisfied
hunger
for trees and houses
Your birth was a
match or a stove
When you arrive
gasoline and
ashes flare and
dance
You have
a deep dark secret waiting to
be freed your deep dark secret is
safe with me.
on the lake
Your shiny puffs of
heat and love
death and danger
Your unsatisfied
hunger
for trees and houses
Your birth was a
match or a stove
When you arrive
gasoline and
ashes flare and
dance
You have
a deep dark secret waiting to
be freed your deep dark secret is
safe with me.
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
My Room
My Room
My Anger
My Happiness
My Sadness
My Place of concentration
My Room
A place to get away from everything
My Room
A great for everything in my life
The place where everything happens
My Anger
My Happiness
My Sadness
My Place of concentration
My Room
A place to get away from everything
My Room
A great for everything in my life
The place where everything happens
Rose
soft feathery spider
with smooth
thorns of mystery
a bloody territory
of painful silk
a box of bees
or butterflies
not tissue
not a dark sneeze
not the sea
of salt
but a dangerous
stinging of memory
-- composed 10-9-07 by room 2 students
with smooth
thorns of mystery
a bloody territory
of painful silk
a box of bees
or butterflies
not tissue
not a dark sneeze
not the sea
of salt
but a dangerous
stinging of memory
-- composed 10-9-07 by room 2 students
Monday, October 8, 2007
Dis Trust
Swarming in my mind
screaming to the world
Or trying to.
Running around in circles
telling everyone everything
you see.
But
you will tell everyone
and it will all come back
to me.
Cry
laugh
talk
listen,
anything
to keep this from
burning into
someone else's
imagination.
Creation of
anger
sadness
anything
at all.
No one is
trustworthy
of this deep
dark
agony
created by
distrust.
screaming to the world
Or trying to.
Running around in circles
telling everyone everything
you see.
But
you will tell everyone
and it will all come back
to me.
Cry
laugh
talk
listen,
anything
to keep this from
burning into
someone else's
imagination.
Creation of
anger
sadness
anything
at all.
No one is
trustworthy
of this deep
dark
agony
created by
distrust.
My Room
A mysterious jungle, who knows what's inside, beware, be cautious, anything can happen. Poisonous snakes hang from the ceiling, chimpanzees calling for their mates.
A steamy factory, sending out messages to the world. Loud, hot, hard-working thoughts fill peoples heads.
A candy store, sweet and sugary. Organized fun, smiling people.
MY BEDROOM! Relaxing, my place to imagine. My cozy bed with a warm comforter. A desk to organize my thoughts. A mysterious jungle, who knows what's inside.
A steamy factory, sending out messages to the world. Loud, hot, hard-working thoughts fill peoples heads.
A candy store, sweet and sugary. Organized fun, smiling people.
MY BEDROOM! Relaxing, my place to imagine. My cozy bed with a warm comforter. A desk to organize my thoughts. A mysterious jungle, who knows what's inside.
Nigerian Artifacts
Tears fall like warm seawater, my childhood is gone, my history, my laughter, all disappear, slowly, softly, I fade away.
No shoulder to cry on, no well to drink from, just my memories, remaining in my mind forever.
Listening to the sounds of the children playing, the mothers singing, the leaves rustling, it's over.
No shoulder to cry on, no well to drink from, just my memories, remaining in my mind forever.
Listening to the sounds of the children playing, the mothers singing, the leaves rustling, it's over.
Sunday, October 7, 2007
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