Questions

1. noun. quest-chun. a nasty situation where you need an answer "mom, may i ask you a QUESTION?"
2. noun. quest-chun. the heartbeat of a dying owl on his quest to find some food.
3. noun. quest-chun. the similar between happiness and anger.
4. noun. quest-chun. poetry fills the air, with songs and laughter.

Clouds

fluffy calm echo
white windy light
airy mist of stars
sparkling twilight
long unforgotten memories

Boredom

complete sleepiness
a story
plain trees
horses swishing flies
101 years
of life
one million sunsets
a card game of war
that lasts forever
a slick mist
just sitting here
when the lights
are dimmed
a word
over and over and
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over and over and
over again
boredom
this poem

Happiness

its laughter
coming from
a thousand children
its running and jumping
loving and caring
nice
beautiful
a song
from the heart
a melody
like birds chirping
in the morning
the cool calm breeze
brushing back your hair
its like the laughter
of a thousand children

Excitement

Excitement wears neon orange shoes.
She never gets tired.
Her friends are Joy and Happiness
She has a bright pink t-shirt that says
Hug me
if your having a good day
In light green lettering
She can never sit still
She is the opposite of boredom
Yet she is kind and lovable
If you get her to hold still

Empty

A vast ampitheartre of white,
a grey face,
a box with nothing in it,
torture
an echo
none, nothing
thorny sleep
boredom without distraction
a darkness
no light
an end
a death

Noun

t h e   b r o k e n n e s s

of a new word

as the feline gains on

the mouse

when the old trades

with the new

in the event

of the unknown

which all

is lost

if knowing

is the key

to the door

of life

Glass

weak

bubbling and hardening

expanding

colorful panes

pearly sheets 

of blue

lifted into place

waiting

and waiting

then

CRACK

CRUNCH

CRRR

CAK

BANG

it shatters

the glass 

is no more

Happiness

happiness is the suckiness of the lakers
with the awesomely good nuggets
happiness is the mustard paint
on my wall

hate

not love
not good
a bad feeling
pain that hurts
flame of violence
a surge of anger
a mad sun
regret of broken hope

vegtable

the crunchy piece of plant crumbling and going down i think of holding my nose but it doesn't tast bad i feel better

fruit

the juicy goodness of happiness but evaporating in my stomach i want more the sugar rushing down my cheek as if it is afraid of me

question

1. noun. quest-chun. a nasty situation where you need an answer "mom, may i ask you a QUESTION?"

2. noun. quest-chun. the heartbeat of a dying owl on his quest to find some food.

3. noun. quest-chun. the similar between happiness and anger.

4. noun. quest-chun. poetry fills the air, with songs and laughter.

Black

The depth of the sea
the night sky
the shadows of the day
the everlasting cause of fear
the reason behind hatred
always there
it is the color
of all evil

White

The joy of sweet milk chocolate
the sky of a rainy day
the smell of non-fat milk
a blank piece of paper
skiing on a cloudy day
a baseball flying through the air.

Happiness

Xbox 360
Fallout
Left 4 dead
Orange box
parkour
airsoft
weekends
holidays
summer
"puberty ed."

Crying Child

The sign of an erupting volcano
The sound of a crying baby
The color of anger, with the smoke rising out of the ears
The sound of a left out child
The sight of jealosy
The not very pretty sight
The color of a dying animal in need for help
of somebody who cares!
But don't let this color scare you
for it is also the same color as the heart.

Red

T.V.

the power of fun
the things loved most
in a young man' s life
a lumpy mountain
a hamer crushing frank
a vast amphitheatre of white
a box of tiwichs
in life

The First Color

It’s your best friend and worst enemy.
The first color of man and paint of its fire.
With ravenous eyes that bring fear and it crackling footsteps of hope,
It walks every where: on flags, on cars and even on books.
Its soft and warm look calms down your soul.
So look very carefully, it’s this room.
Let’s see if it brings war or peace to mankind.

stick of gum

chewy-gooyness

pink bubbles

yummy goodness

takes one year to

the next day

to finish

with a coating of sugar

the awesome comma begins

if there were

over 500 pieces

i would float

into heaven

from your

noes to your toes

a six year old goes

down to the

candy shop

to buy a stick of gum

Blank

the pink splotches in the mud

the whispers in the water

the flowers in the courtyard

the jelly on the face of a round little boy

the dog by the fire

the echos in the cave

the swish-sip

the tea in the mug

the dog by the fire

Answers:

(the title) Red

pink

salmon

rose

strawberry and raspberry

crimson

ruby

red wine

maroon

crimson

Peace

a word
on a never ending journey

a peaceful noise
in the midst of silence

making the sky brighter
before stars' eyes

tunneling down secret passages
singing chaos to the caves

something spoken
on a july afternoon

a sigh building up
inside my heart

a rowdy echo
lying down to sleep

the tinkling of bells
singing songs to the birds

it's waiting for morning
to come

to chase the dark away
back into it's underground home

LABYRINTH

twisty turning endingless nothing
echoing sorrow
lost in pure fear
hot wind
blazing around
4/5 fire
all red
glowing concrete
scratch at lava
knawing at stone
liquid gold
a scream of destiny
eruption of the moon
lightning of the lions
ripping thoughts
an orange skirt billowing
black
chopped tomatoes
in a lake of punch
skimming the air
a flood of tar
stuck in a box
rowdy zigzags
short blasts of splinters
the source
of fish tacos
hidden passages rage
blowing trombones
chipotle spread burns
yoddeling peppers
the shake
of autumn wind
crack a quest
july barbecue
lisping roosters
follow
streaked red
with v8
alphabet soup
yew berries build
red hot metal
black sand
a can of traps
spicy underground paths
cages in a pit
of pure darkness
bars waiting
to be broken

Happiness

A summer breeze
A saturday night
A bunch of mayhem
Running around
Goofing off
Pointless games
Plain ol, fun
The sounds of children

Silver

The misty swirls of far away,
Spiraling to the four corners of the universe.
The color of winter flowers,
Peeking out from under snow.
Snowflakes gently floating from the sky,
landing on delighted childrens' tongues.
A ring twisted on a certain Gollum's finger,
The greedy soul disappearing from your view.
The beginning of life in the wind,
Tickling God's toes as it whirls away.
So beautiful,
Yet so deadly.
Blinding even the strongest pair of eyes with it's shine.
It slinks into childrens' dreams,
Giving imagination, being itself.
The chime of bells on a Sunday morning.

Wisp Of Ice

She laughs,
and the sound is like a wisp of ice
wrapping around the ankles of many

Her face,
is like the taste of a full moon

She wears a dress of shattered Neptune
and earrings of frost

In the summer,
she swims in a bed of ice

Her frightened souls,
never shiver
when she dawns



ice blue

guess what the color is....

As the day gets darker and the sun gets lighter you see this color
As dark as dark can get, darker then the sky at night
A hater of sun a lover of night
It's not sunlight it's dark light
The sound of a scream in your neighborhood in a dark night







(kcalb) spelled backwards

mirror

A three way wall
looking through your
body or an outer
window leading to
a iner door of
a new soul

love

clouds of heaven
breath of ice
thoughts of freckle-soup
for meat eaters
the smell of bacon
roasting on fire
on who never stops
coating of sugar
dogs of lullaby
a star-filled blossom of emotion
some where else
beyond his curiosity
around the lake where
green feathers lie
golden and barely used
carrying silver to the waves
a arch of shredded glimpses
a diffuse glow
on the window

Soup

     like a streak of memories 

     candles shimmering at the table

     a calm fancy dinner night 

     like the smell of relaxation

     in a warm lullaby 

     a cure of sickness

All The Colors

It screams to the dark
and does a Bark
It has fun with red
then goes to bed
It uses the glue
then plays with blue
His mom, yellow
gives him Jell-O
And then comes white
in the night
Then comes green
big and mean
Then comes brown
who gives him a frown
Then comes grey
in the day
Then comes pink
he knew she was a fink
Then comes cream
in his dream
I won't lie
I have to go, bye.

Nervous

not a graceful bird

biting on a sore-dry lip

tapping of muddy shoes

hiding in the shadows of fear

sweat drips

like rain drops fall

on roofs of frustration

a shaking mouse

disturbed by a vicious snake

the whimper

of an unwanted blood hound

the jitters of a super stious spider

never a graceful bird

She has an easy laugh

she rides on falling leaves of generosity

she gives everyone around her a warm comforting feeling

she adores the day time so she can show off her beauty to the world

she is the ruler of autumn the season of which she was born in

she has an easy laugh that follows her where ever she goes

She is always with her best friends Red, Yellow, and Brown

her eyes are the color of the sun

who is she?

answer: orange

mystery

those bright black
walls of threat
surround me as
a trail of
hiding and
running
and breathing deeply
grows longer and shorter
a sudden motion
of where you go
blends in with
with a flicker
of red
it is to hold
my breath
and to keep on going
out of the past and
into the future

Scurry

1 to run

away to pay

2 to poo

in the necessary 

with your friend jerry

3 to your waxing

at 4:00

more more more

not sitting down

you run not stay

and relax

but now you

can

Not like that

Not like the floaters you find

because your brother forgot to flush. Like Winnie the Pooh.

The color of poopiness,

and the poopines,

gets crazy. 

It makes up new words like zinozagonawchinalgiasgerfulitian.

The letters of the alphabet,

times infinity. 

It's the color of a hot day,

when you feel that special feeling.

That color.

The color of Pooh

She is Beyond His Curiosity

She burshes her firey hair
She is beyond his curiosity
Her voice is teetering flowers and berries in an autumn wind
She lights up an entire room
Her inner light shines through in the early morning
She eats a peach
But it melts
She is the queen of fire













Red

A Sun Setting Across the Sky

Bursting with power
A sun setting across the sky
A California poppy in full bloom
The color of a ripe peach
Like early morning light
powerful
but easy
she paints out a brand new day





Orange

Patience

As the clock ticks Patience sits there looking dodwn at her tie-die shoes
she looks over at Boredom who has the sparkle in his eyes
yet he's so far away
she watches the minutes go by
as she sits there being herself
being patience

Abundant in the World

I am the sound of a bull running.
I am the argument between two people.
I am the colour of a scream.
I am always with you but sometimes you cannot see me.
I am abundant in the world.
I smell sweet and sticky.
I am a box of chocolates with nuts and fruit filling.
I am not the colour of happiness.
I can be seen in the sky but only accasionaly.
I am beyond our backyard and down.
I am back in time in ancient rituals but yet I am still with us.
Look around for me for I am always there.





red

He is all around you

He is all around you,
In your dreams,
But you can never see him,
He is always there,
He holds love and terror,
He is gone one second and there the next,
He lives with the angles and talks with the devils,
He is a disappering summer
He carrys a knife of white light on a winter night.







color: black

Blue

the silent ripples in a coi pond

a starry night sky

rain

the thick mist covering a mountain top

a painters unused canvas

tissues

the light coming through closed curtains

Blue

The Strongest Color

     The strongest color, guess who I am. You can't see me, unless you look at things how a bug does. Where ever I give my sinister laugh a blow, everyone gets sunburns. But I'm not evil, red is; but when the sun sets, I must go follow it. But where ever I go, I here the word: OUCH!

Like Flowers in a Meadow

 It's the sound of birds chirping to an Orchestra,

 it likes to jump around, and skip in and out of the woods.

 She smells like flowers in the meadow, or Jelly in a jar. 

 It tastes like a wonderful Chocolate bar.

 When you get close to her you never want to go,

 because she's just like a warm wind,

 not to hot not to cold.

 She was born in the Spring where she got her warm felling.

 We like to go walking me and my color,

 through the MIST.

Guess my color!                                                                               (:green)

Green is...

Green is the blance to life

Green is the calming brezze of peace

Green is the color of a minty lime

Green is a leaf of a maple tree's sent

Green is a part of earth

Green is happeness of many.

Red

Red relies on people's fury
like a god in the sky
watching over you
as you over heat
it makes her pleased and joyful
red is the color of the luck in others eye's
but red is more than just damage and destruction
it can create life and death, warmth and coziness
red is more than you can ever imagine.

What doesn't sleep and just sits there staring.

What doesn't sleep and just sits there staring. On the windowsill of a building. The color that says keep it coming. Circles you when you want it but you can't have it. It makes no sudden motion just sitting there forever...
















The color of a hotdog

Hidden Behind Her Is A Pathway To A Rainbow

The rustling of leaves is her
She moves like a cat slinking away in retreat
She is the smell of morning dew on a summers day
She sparks in a fire
She was born in the mist of spring
She leads you through a tunnel of leaves
She likes the sunset of all colors
She can unfold to be a colorful butterfly
Hidden behind her is a pathway to a rainbow
That shines like a star in the midnight sky













Color: Orange

Waltzing Around With Purple And Blue

She sounds like the

tap-dancing of two

little girls.

She moves softly

to the rhythm

of the city and

sleeps under the stars.

She wakes with great pride,

like a beam of light

pouring through a

small crack in the wall.

She waltzes around with

Purple and Blue

as wind blows around her

and softly touches the ground.

She talks like a song

and walks like the 

flowing rush of a river.

She began as a question

and ended as an answer.

(color: Periwinkle)

Colors In The Classroom

Red sits in the corner,

her nose in a book.

Orange talks to Yellow

and Yellow talks to Orange.

Green is doing math,

writing and erasing,

writing and erasing.

Blue cuts and pastes,

unaware of the glue 

on his hand.

Purple says, "goodbye,"

it's the end of the day

and they all say,

"farewell."

She Walks On Forever In Her Milky Cloud

She sits in the snow
She is poured into a cup of milk
She is cream on hot chocolate
She is a shiny pearl
She is friends with purple
Purple fills the paper she lives on with color
She fills the room with unseen mist
She fills everywhere with silence
She takes a empty room and fills it with mystry
She walks on a white path into the sky
She floats on forever in her milky cloud













Color: White

Pain

PainHe likes the suffering in people.
Pain doesn't like when people are careful.
He eats bloody oranges for breakfast.
His friends are Worry, Panic, and Anger who are always with him.
He wears a bullet ridden sombrero with a blood stained jacket and ripped jeans.Pain is very fit and has scars all over his body.When Pain grows up he wants to be a security guard.
He respects soldier and martial artists for their bravery and skill.His enemy is Compassion, who makes live comfortable.
He likes the uncomfortable ways.
His favorite book is called "How to Torture" by Agony (his dad).
Today Pain is a spy waiting for someone to get hurt.

Hamburger

I am a hamburger
the lettuce and tomato are like
a blanket and a mattress to me
the bacon like pajamas
the buns are the frames of me
the ketchup and cheese
are my
skin
I am put on a tray with a bunch
of chatty french fries
fingers come down and
wrap themselves
around me
I am brought
up and up and up
I see gleaming white teeth
a mouth behind them opening
ow, my eye
the teeth chomp down
now my feet
my arm
the fingers put me down
more pick up the tray
and dump me in a
brown paper sack
I bump around
I hope hamburgers after me
won't be hurt so much

Who is Pleasure?

Pleasure is quiet but pure. 

Her eyes are blue like the sky on a sunny day.

she always wears either blue, green, red or orange.

she rides her scooter to school with her sister Certainty.

She is always outside doing something she loves with her friends Patients and Joy.

She collects different colored pens from around the world.

She has a secret pet puppy hidden in her closet.

She eats lucky charms for breakfast.

She wants to be a designer when she grows up so she can please others the way she is always. 

Because she says.... the more you give the more you get 

 

Crazy

Crazy wear a violet and soft green tutu that sticks out like a toothpick
Crazy lives in a yellow house of red pleasure among the pink foothills of moonlight
Crazy makes the world bright blue when it's dark gray
she loves to look along the hills of sunlight, and wishes that her best friend
magic was there to look out with her
Crazies house is full of fantastic energy with sparkles coming out of its loopy chimney
as she laughs, but not any ordinary laugh a special laugh that sounds soft and fun!!

PAIN!

Pain creeps into all those

dangerous times,

when you went skateboarding

and fell on that 

buttocks of yours.

"Owie, owie, owie," you scream.

He rushes to danger

so you can feel 

the pain.

He's afraid of nothing

not even Chuck Norris.

He doesn't know how to express himself,

so he expresses himself 

to pain,

and brings his tomato red body

to danger.

Personification (Personi-vacation)

Personification is getting used to much. He's lazy, but he still works (mostly in poems). He's even used in this poem. Personification needs a break. He's trying to fly to an unknown island, but Poems won't let him. Personification is getting used to much (especially in this poem). Personification is miserable when he needs to work.

FUN

Fun carries a piece of joy in it. Fun is jealous of creativity. Fun is afraid of boredom. Fun dreams about excitement. Fun blames pain for killing his father. Fun has confidence and fear when skiing Mt.Everest. Fun has no patience.

Patience

Sits on a tuffet,

eating curds and whey

while her dad collects spiders,

which she shoos away.

Get rid of the spiders,

man the food,

do the daily chores,

sit on the tuffet,

eat the whey-

EEEK!

 A spider!

What is Doubt

Doubt is a fat winter wind he is 13
and he is considered a nerd to everyone his parents
Anger and Pain
HATE him
He has no friends
He has dreams of being a hide and seek master
He eats Pizza for dinner
Eggs for breakfast
He eats Pasta for lunch
and Mud Pie for dessert and he needs a friend.

Harmony

Harmony's parents are yin and yang the siblings of hope and wisdom.

Harmony and Truth come together

with friendship and Joy, A gang of honesty to each other.

She dreams of oceans and paitience.

She wears a necklace with a sun on it wherever she goes.

She is not common, hidden in her home, she only embraces true people.

She was born in my hometown in London but traveled the world in secret.

I can only see her when I am in pure bliss, laughing with my friends then she would simply wave and dissapear.

The door was closed from her world to mine.

Excitement

She walks along the riverbank, 

with joy and happiness.

To school they go walking, jumping,

singing with joy,

and see Spring popping up all around.

Roses, daisy's, daffodil's on the Spring fields. 

The dreams she dreams,

you may not know,

she likes the fun adventures,

she's never been on one before,

but she will always dream of it.

Her favorite place to go,

where she can go skiing,

Lake Tahoe is the place.

Power

He is just 19
He just likes to be the ruler
He eats You Rule The World cereal for breakfast
He dresses in a business suit
With a wonky tie
He carries a feel of certainty
His sisters are Moonlight, Compassion and Anxiety
His brother is Doubt
He is a brother too!
Truth has taught him how to rule yet be truthful
He loves the sound of money jangling in his pocket
He loves to look down on people
He will always want his way and be himself
No one can make him change

Moonlight

She is 17
She fears forgiveness
Because forgiveness may not forgive her
Her tone of voice shows pain
Pain that she might have a bit of jealousy in her
Her friends are pleasure, truth, and Honesty
Her best freinds are trust, wisdom, and creativity
She loves her gifts
She works hard to get gifts
One of the gifts is patience

Her dreams are filled with joy
Her sisters are compassion and Anxiety
Her brothers are doubt and power

Her movments are like a river flowing
Her imagination is full of love and protection
She dances across the floor
She fades when morning is near
She flutters away to a different place when morning light pours down
She seeps through cracks in houses
Like a purple shadow she can follow you to a place where she is needed
She want to be love
But she only makes love
She is a spark of fire on a mystirous black night
By
Chessy MacDonald

Grape

Greatful

Radicle

Awesome

Politicle

Endless

Super

Grapes

Change

He was a good friend of mine then he left

and never again came back

He used to share his scary and funny dreams with me,

but now he is gone

I still remember the ugly

plaid shirt

that he got from

the used clothing shop

that terrible smell

that it made in his tracks

It was too big for him but he loved it

and always would

When he grew up I knew he

would be a sport announcer

with that very strong voice of his

I just knew it!

The color we shared orange we both liked it a lot

The last time I saw him

we went to see Marley & Me, I cried

and he was there for me

Then he left and I miss him!

Song

Eyes like crisp cucumbers
Hair like honey
Friends with Purple and Creativity
Wears a blue and brown trench coat
Has crystal earrings
Stars in many plays
Has diabetes and eats Special K for breakfast
LOVES cherry jellybeans
But she can't have any
Too bad

Moon

Always hiding in the shadows,
Not speaking once, or even twice!
But when dusk arrives,
She dresses all in white,
And climbs the step that lead to the sky.
Then she sits down in her beautiful chair,
And looks over the world as the white queen herself.

Joy

First thing in the morning

Joy eats an Egg McMuffin

Then carpools to school with

Hope, Peace, and Beauty.

She wheres bright orange 

knee socks, 

Tie dye shoes,

Mellow pink shorts,

a sparkly blue tee,

and a purple polka dotted headband.

She wheres this outfit because

it makes her feel silly and different.

When she grows up,

She wants to be either a 

ballerina or a butterfly

that drifts into the wind...

Flower

It is not easy to be a flower.

They have very few emotions (happy, and sad), and very few ways to show them.

Flowers live life in constant danger of being attacked, and/or eaten by an animal.

Every day their species is shrinking as they are mercifully being picked by us humans.

A flower's life is not as easy as it looks.

Pain

Pain was born in China and he loves black. He eats meat and especially likes kids. He is strong and makes us cry. He comes with his killer gang. His best friend is death and they hunt us down before we can hunt them down and destroy them. All we can do is fan the flame and make it so big it turns gray.

Joy

Joy was born in Sweden, and uses dirt for protection. He likes to hide in volcanos, and is afraid of teddy bears. One of his memories is when he fell into the Grand Canyon, and his hobby is eating jelly beans. He always eats rocks for breakfast, and is an only child. He is 200,000,000 years old. He is Joy.

Sleeping Beauty

Her, the princess,
The three little fairys
and the handsome
young prince.
The King and the Queen.
The bad witch
and the spindle.
One hundred years
of peace and a kiss.
A wedding day
and a
happily ever after

Roses Are Red, Violets Are Blue

Roses are red,
violets are blue
there's no one
in the world
greater than
you.

Jealosy

She's staring at all the
passersby with
envy in her eyes.
She eats anger for breakfast
and wears blame for the day.
She doesn't have any
hope or trust
in her,
just fear and power.
She dreams of all
the good people
and wishes she were them.
She may be beautiful on the outside
but on the inside
she has a heart of cruelty
and a soul of greed.

LIGHTNING

The excitement building inside him
the power he can create
the recharged feeling of a jumper cable
the feeling of having the energy of 1,000 drinks
of redbull.

French Fry

His soft crunchy golden skin
outshining the whole batch
horribly jealous of
his fine insides and dreamy
shape of a perfect rectangle.

Change is...

Change.

Change

Sometimes you change because you want
Sometimes you change because you have to
But you can't not change
In an ever changing world

Sun

You come out every day
Even when it's rainy and cloudy
I know your always here

Vines

twisting
twirling
round
and
round
up
and
down
and
all
around

vines

Flowers

Pretty flowers
bloom and sprout
up and down
and all about
when the petals
fall to rest
a new tree comes
along with a nest

Sun

Pouring down long rays of sun
boiling everyone in sight
Warm
then
HOT
it only gets
hotter
and
Hotter

Sun