Saturday, November 28, 2009
Victory, Sweet VIctory!!;-)
I did it!!! I put my dog in her doggy sweater!! She looks so sweet. Poor thing, she hates it. I'll take it off her now...
Wednesday, November 04, 2009
My poem about Ocean Mist
Ocean Mist
Waves colliding with perpendicular cliffs
Protruding from lofty territory
Where you perch
Minute
Beside the striking surges
Eroding the place upon which you rest
Gigantic swells of hydrogen and oxygen
Brush against your sandy toes
Mist
Splashes your
Unsuspecting face
Now one with
You
Waves colliding with perpendicular cliffs
Protruding from lofty territory
Where you perch
Minute
Beside the striking surges
Eroding the place upon which you rest
Gigantic swells of hydrogen and oxygen
Brush against your sandy toes
Mist
Splashes your
Unsuspecting face
Now one with
You
Tuesday, November 03, 2009
My poem about Ocean Mist
Ocean Mist
Waves colliding with perpendicular cliffs
Protruding from lofty territory
Where you perch
Minute
Beside the striking surges
Eroding the place upon which you rest
Gigantic swells of hydrogen and oxygen
Brush against your sandy toes
Mist
Now one with your
Body
Spirit
Soul
Protruding from lofty territory
Where you perch
Minute
Beside the striking surges
Eroding the place upon which you rest
Gigantic swells of hydrogen and oxygen
Brush against your sandy toes
Mist
Now one with your
Body
Spirit
Soul
Braces??
My dentist thinks that I need braces for an under-bite issue. He doesn't tell people they need braces unless he thinks that they need them. Now I have to go to the Orthodontist and get a mold. I heard that you can barely breathe. I am not looking forward to it. Though, I do like the idea of straight and perfect teeth.
If I get braces I think that I would like the color purple. I think that purple goes with almost every color. It also just happens to be one of my favorite colors. I hope I don't get braces!!
If I get braces I think that I would like the color purple. I think that purple goes with almost every color. It also just happens to be one of my favorite colors. I hope I don't get braces!!
Dentist/Cavities
I have to go to the dentist's office today. I brushed my teeth really hard, so I have no cavities. Halloween hasn't helped me, though. Oh well, what's done, is done. Anyway cavities aren't that bad. They just are annoying. I had two in my whole life. They were also on two teeth I lost one month later.
Monday, November 02, 2009
My poem about Branches
Branches
Pink blossom covered
Hanging low
Greeting you
Talking to your soul
Uplifting your spirit
Looking deep inside you
Contemplating who you are
Frightened you think to
Shrink away
Into the pale black shadows
Nothing you can do to
Hide
Yourself from their grasp of
Truth
Understanding
Knowledge
Faith
Mistrust
Ignorance
Deftness
You
Cringe
With comprehension that you
In and yourself
Have been figured out
Nothing safe
Nothing to salvage from their depths
Your seeming innocence
Gone
Long
Long
GONE
Ashamed you punt the tree trunk
The reaction
Nothing
This comforts you
In most eerie, supernatural way
Run
Run far into the deep olive mist
Of strange relief
That you hide nothing
At all
Pink blossom covered
Hanging low
Greeting you
Talking to your soul
Uplifting your spirit
Looking deep inside you
Contemplating who you are
Frightened you think to
Shrink away
Into the pale black shadows
Nothing you can do to
Hide
Yourself from their grasp of
Truth
Understanding
Knowledge
Faith
Mistrust
Ignorance
Deftness
You
Cringe
With comprehension that you
In and yourself
Have been figured out
Nothing safe
Nothing to salvage from their depths
Your seeming innocence
Gone
Long
Long
GONE
Ashamed you punt the tree trunk
The reaction
Nothing
This comforts you
In most eerie, supernatural way
Run
Run far into the deep olive mist
Of strange relief
That you hide nothing
At all
I have written a lot tonight
I am in the writing mood. If I read a book I need to write something. My favorite forms of literature to write are: haikus, poems, vignettes, and research reports.
My poem about Rain
Precipitation
Flows
Roughly
Finely
Tiny drops
Monstrous drops
Cascade to your tongue
Head
Hand
Back
Feet
Burnt sky above
Sing
Human
Sing
Rejoice
For Ireland's common treat
Now is yours
Not for long
It will pass
SOON
Look at your reflection
In that pool of water
Happy
Until the torrent
abruptly ceases
to proceed
Do not fret
Now out is
Many strips of color
One side of the Earth to another
Look a pot of
Gold
Wee emerald men laughing
With you
Dance with them
Until the daylight disappears with
Little girl's bows
Scarlet
Golden
Eggplant
Tan
Dark Sun
Gone
Long Gone
Flows
Roughly
Finely
Tiny drops
Monstrous drops
Cascade to your tongue
Head
Hand
Back
Feet
Burnt sky above
Sing
Human
Sing
Rejoice
For Ireland's common treat
Now is yours
Not for long
It will pass
SOON
Look at your reflection
In that pool of water
Happy
Until the torrent
abruptly ceases
to proceed
Do not fret
Now out is
Many strips of color
One side of the Earth to another
Look a pot of
Gold
Wee emerald men laughing
With you
Dance with them
Until the daylight disappears with
Little girl's bows
Scarlet
Golden
Eggplant
Tan
Dark Sun
Gone
Long Gone
My Autumn poem
Autumn
Golden and scarlet leaves gracefully plunging off the trees,
That held them,
Making scarlet, golden pyramids below,
Green leaves wanting to join.
No.
Just gold and scarlet leaves.
It makes her sad,
Longing to come to the aid of the wonderful foliage,
Not wanting to pluck the emerald plants.
Come inside,
Child,
Feast,
Devour steaming Harvest Stew,
Warm in your belly.
Sleep,
Child,
Dream of leaves,
Harvests,
Chill in the air.
Give assistance to the lovely greenery,
Tomorrow.
Golden and scarlet leaves gracefully plunging off the trees,
That held them,
Making scarlet, golden pyramids below,
Green leaves wanting to join.
No.
Just gold and scarlet leaves.
It makes her sad,
Longing to come to the aid of the wonderful foliage,
Not wanting to pluck the emerald plants.
Come inside,
Child,
Feast,
Devour steaming Harvest Stew,
Warm in your belly.
Sleep,
Child,
Dream of leaves,
Harvests,
Chill in the air.
Give assistance to the lovely greenery,
Tomorrow.
Halloween Candy (Yummy!!!)
I got two hundred thirty-one pieces of Halloween candy (an all time high!!). I only trick-or-treated for and hour and a half. And my dad talked for 30 minutes with his friend. I am so lucky. My neighbors say, Take two handfuls of candy. Trick-or-treating is hard work!!" Wow!! I can't even eat all of my candy. I is two much. I have three king-sized candies. If I keep all my candy, it will last me until Easter (I won't though, too much of a belly ache). Happy November by the way!! Also, happy belated Halloween!!
Sunday, November 01, 2009
My Vignette!!
I have been posting a lot of my writings on this blog (my fifth grade research paper), I made a vignette a couple of weeks ago. I thought I would post it. I am pretty proud of it.
A vignette is a story that just introduces the character or has something happen, but does not finish the story. It can, but it is not as common. A vignette also does not follow the same formula (beginning, middle...) as a story.
I just want you to know, I changed the names of the people to protect their identity.
With all of that said, here is my vignette:
Neighbor
Mrs Brinks sits inside her old house listening; always listening. Until she hears us children yelling, yelling as joyfully as small children on Christmas Day. The old, gray haired woman wobbles out of her house with her mahogany cane to the tattered wooden fence next to the faded play structure. "Your brats are being too loud!", with her crinkled old lips she screams, her voice scratchy. Her gray hair is just above the fence line now. "Don't make me call the police" she threatens. The old neighbor was lonely. She was as lonely as the last piece of greenery before the barren harshness of winter. Daddy responds to her yell with kind words. He knows she has children and grandchildren who never visit her and a husband up above. " We will be more quiet. My apologies, Mrs Brinks," my father says to her. "Don't let it happen again, Samuel." Mrs Brinks says as she wobbles away. Like heavy fog, her loneliness surrounds her. Into her cold, depressed, gray house she enters.
A vignette is a story that just introduces the character or has something happen, but does not finish the story. It can, but it is not as common. A vignette also does not follow the same formula (beginning, middle...) as a story.
I just want you to know, I changed the names of the people to protect their identity.
With all of that said, here is my vignette:
Neighbor
Mrs Brinks sits inside her old house listening; always listening. Until she hears us children yelling, yelling as joyfully as small children on Christmas Day. The old, gray haired woman wobbles out of her house with her mahogany cane to the tattered wooden fence next to the faded play structure. "Your brats are being too loud!", with her crinkled old lips she screams, her voice scratchy. Her gray hair is just above the fence line now. "Don't make me call the police" she threatens. The old neighbor was lonely. She was as lonely as the last piece of greenery before the barren harshness of winter. Daddy responds to her yell with kind words. He knows she has children and grandchildren who never visit her and a husband up above. " We will be more quiet. My apologies, Mrs Brinks," my father says to her. "Don't let it happen again, Samuel." Mrs Brinks says as she wobbles away. Like heavy fog, her loneliness surrounds her. Into her cold, depressed, gray house she enters.
I have not written in forever!!
Gosh!! I have not written in FOREVER. I have been in school for over a month now. I forget what I even did for spring break. Wow!! Well I am writing now.
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