A View to a Death

Simon now is gone.

Ralph is he really guilty?

The hunters are loose.

The darkness blinds them all now

Like Piggy without his specs.

You Can't Have it All

You Can't Have it All

But you can have autumn leaves

falling over you in a rainbow of

red, brown, orange, and gold  like

a spring shower. You can have

grandmother's flan and fresh

mangoes from Puerto Rican trees

after two years

 of waiting.

Endless roadtrips on old highways

with the family, while listening

to the steady rythym of rain

pounding on the windows.

You can have your brother

pass out from exhaustion

on your lap like a mom and her young child.

You can have your sister's sarcasm

making everyone laugh and smile

even on a dark cloudy day.

You can have home-made pie

made to surprise the ones you love

as if it were Christmas morning.

You can have the familiar feeling

when lying in your own bed

after staying at a hotel for many days.

You can have the fingerpainting

days with your brother,

where you try to make something nice but

then get carried away.

You can have the view

from a tall oak tree that

you climbed like getting a

trophy for all your hardwork.

You can have a hug

from everyone of your friends when you

first see them at school.

You can have a fullmoon

over the beach on a dark night

guiding you to the warm water

of the ocean.

You can have your friends

call you elf and shorty and bitsize,

a name that annoys you

but also shows you

that you have a place that you belong in.

You can have nightmares

that wake you up

right on time, when

your alarm clock failed to do so.

You can have

new places to explore everyday,

sometimes with friends

sometimes with family.

You can have a rose

that magically appears outside of

your door

written in slick, black ink 

 -Dad

Ater he leaves for a buisness trip.

You can have your closest friend

talk to you on facebook

and laugh together before he has to go, but

you can't ever see him again.

You can have your dad show

you some constellations

in the night sky

but you can't reach the stars.

You can have pictures,

and memories of past times

with friends and family by an old

brickhouse in Tennessee,

but they are only memories.

You can have a beautiful

painted canvas that everyone

congratulates you on,

but you know it will never

be perfect in your eyes.

You can have a dandilion each day

closing your eyes and making a wish.

You can have the hope

of a wish, a dream, or a goal,

but you can't always have the sweet

taste of victory and accomplishment.

Dreaming But I'm Wide Awake

Dreaming But I'm Wide Awake

Description...

     A dream is a person's most private world where the mind roams freely and there is no bonderies or limits. We all dream and create a world that is worth living in and made just for us. These poems describe and circle the thought of  a dream...

 Synopsis...

       Dreaming let's every person open a world where they are free...sometimes we do this when we sleep, but many do it when they are wide awake.

Poetry...

"Birds appearing in a dream" by Michael Collier

"A dream within a Dream" by Edgar Allen Poe

"I dream of you to Wake" by Christina Rosetti

"Darkness" by George Gordon Bryon

"Japanese Lullaby" by Eugene Field

"The Sandman" by Margaret Thompson Janvier

"O Little Root of a Dream" by Paul Celan     Translated by Heather McHugh

"Wynken, Blynken, and Nod" by Eugene Field

Book Review

Stolen Innocence

Publisher: William Morrow

Genre: Non-Fiction

Where I got it: Mrs. Meadows recommended it to the whole class.

One Sentence summary: This book is about a young girl who lives polygamous sect, and at only fourteen is forced to marry.

First sentence of the book: "I clutched the delicate silk nightgown and embroided robe of my bridal gown as i hurried to the bathroom."

First Chapter Review: She explains how her life is living with many brothers and sisters and even in the hard times she seems happy there. You can tell she loves her family a lot during the first chapter. She shows how her mom's life was effected in the beggining by the polygamy life style.

Verdict: This is a book I would reccomend to all my friends, it is extremly touching story and it shows that life may not always be easy.

Cover Comments: On the cover it shows Elissa Wall (author) in her everyday dress. Also there is a faded face on the right corner that I believe is Warren.

Let Go

Reef Green Benjamin Moore 2042-50

Running from-

The dull, white

house out into

the capacious,

green lawn.

Blades of green grass

under my hand-me-down

sneakers. Warm-

from the afternoon sun

like a parents

embrace.

The wind blew

carrying out

leaves that have fallen

and pushing my hair

out of my eyes like

a mother.

Clinging,

Clutching,

Grasping,

onto the willow's

sturdy branch.

Hoping-

to hold on forever. But

I know.

And it knows.

That when the wind blows

I will let go.

The trees-

dancing along with me.

The wind-

whispering in my ear.

Jokes and secrets

making giggles travel

like a humming bird

soaring from flower to flower.

Each leaf-

coming from

one tree

like a family.

A perfect household

of green.

God forbid

a leaf to fall,

to be seperated,

to be alone,

For that is my greatest fear.

Walking to the great Pine

It towering over me,

like a father,

Big, mighty, strong.

On the Tree, words

carved in.

Names an dates

surrounded by an embrace

of a heart. Love

etched.

On the ground Pine cones

scattered,

unborn seeds waiting

to grow.

How-

will it grow

Properly

if so close

to the parent?

Grabbing the pine cone

Clinging,

Clutching,

Grasping,

Hoping-

to hold on.

But I know

and it knows.

That when the wind blows

I will let go.

Three Blind Mice

Three Blind Mice

The beach

Now a narrow strip

Dotted with boys

Waiting…

Silently.

The grim mood

The darkness of the island

Aware all at once of

The uncomfortable meeting,

Disliked Perpetually.

This meeting must be

Business…

Not fun.

No chasing imaginary thoughts.

The declining sun

Lost behind him.

The wind rolling

Noisily among dry leaves.

A dozen boys

No wit

No enduring

Came straight away

To the assembly.

Ralph,

The chief

Had to be wise

Had to think

Had to lead.

He paused

Clearing his throat.

Ralph went on.

And on.

And on.

Assembly roaring

Throughout the darkness

Someone called out.

“Too many things.”

The sun was slanted.

Shadows-

Where they ought to be.

Jack stood in the gloom

Scowling and holding

Out his hands.

Ralph protested

“I haven’t finished yet!”

Grumbling,

And mumbling

Under his breath.

Jack sat.

When the meeting

Ended,

Jack spoke,

Fear cannot hurt you-

Any more then a dream.

A lot of crybabies and

Sissy’s sat silently.

Frightened-

By the beat like nightmares

The make liluns

Scream at night.

Mucking about the dark

Ralph-

Open-mouthed

Moved restlessly.

Chief-

Who was chosen.

Does it make a difference?

“Go on

Be chief.”

Remote and

Unearthly.

Darkness

Chilled them

Three Blind Mice.