A View to Death

Jack attacked Ralphs group
His tribe needed Piggys specs
So they can have light
They used brute force and hurt many
They are complete savages.

You Cant Have It All

But you can have a slushee drinking competition
and then get a headache,
for 10 minutes
like someone brutally shocked you're brain.

You can have the
warmth
and
companionship of a dog,
that curls up on you're bed
when you get home from school.

You can't have it all but you can have
boat rides
around the gorgeous
Panamanian islands.

You can have
paintball fights
and get cornerd
and shot many times
head
to
toe.
You can have
countless hours
playing
the ever so hipmotizing
Call of Duty.

You cant have it all
but you can have
the warm feeling
of scoring
a goal
or touchdown.

You can sunny,
beaches that make you're back burn
You can have Dairy Queen Oreo Milkshakes.
You can have beutiful days
admiring
cars you'll never have
at Casino Royale.

You can't have it all
but you can have
the thrill of parasailing.
You can have the delicious
brownies sold at Balboa Academy.

You can't have it all
but you can have
the privelege to proudly say
I got 100 on the Big Mama.
You can have the experience
of diving,
and exploring
creautres,
and a world,
you had never seen before.
You can have a whole school year
on the bus
of annoying kids screaming over
whos better
Messi
or
Ronaldo.
You cant have
Sergios odd hair
that is not needed for combing
and is a beast of its own.
But you can have
AJs crew cut.

Father and Son Poems

Description: Father and Son relationships are strong ones, there will always be fights, and disagreements, but at the end of the day a good father will always be by your side.

Synopsis: This notebook will have a series of poems about Father's and Sons.

My Papa's Waltz By: Theodore Roethke

If... By: Rudyard Kipling

Father and Son Poem - Anoymous

A son with a Future By: Charles Rezinkoff

Life Lessons By: Joana Fuchs

My Father By: Yehuda Amichai








Do not go gentle into that good night By: Dylan Thomas






Working Late By: Louis Simpson








Whose Mouth do I speak with By: Suzanne Rancourt








My Fathers Hat By: Mark Irwin

Creme Caramel Benjamin Moore OC-84

The smell of wet dirt

and freshly cut grass

perfumed the air

Mud,

stuck to my cleates

like a mother,

re-united with her child,

after years apart.

I jogged to the

greenish

blackish

car,

and opened

the door

the smooth,

light,

creme caramel,

colored leather seats

invited you to take a seat.

I jumped in

my cleates,

scratched,

scratched the once

powerful,

beutiful,

delightful leather,

now

now,

it had still wet mud

on the dashboard.

Mother approached

laughing,

smiling

not knowing

that her child had been

wounded.

When she saw it

Her firey eyes stared at me,

like a hawk

staring at its prey.

Those firey eyes

had a million emotions.

Wounds

can be healed,

but scars

stay forever...

Book Review

Book Review By: Alejandro Amado The Diary of a Young Girl by: Anne Frank Publisher: Otto Frank Genre: Autobiography Where I got it: From the library in Mrs. Meadows room. One sentence summary: A 13 year old Jewish girl hides form the Nazis in an office building behind a bookshelf, she re-accounts her everyday life for two years. First Sentence: On Friday, June 12th, I woke up at six o’clock and no wonder; it was my birthday. First Chapter Review: Anne tells us about her birthday, she describes how she got many things such as sweets, puzzles, and a diary, that she now writes in/ Verdict: This book is truly a classic, I think everyone should read it, it shows how hard life was during these times, and it is truly stunning how detailed a grammatically correct each entry’s are. Cover: The cover isn’t anything you have to deeply analyze, it’s basically a black and white picture of Anne with her arms on what seems to be on a table.

Sea Monster

The tide, Was coming in, This meeting Not fun Business The faces turned to Ralph Were intent. Make smoke, Or die Be frightened, You're like that There is no beast The assembly Clapped in relief As if The weight of the world had been lifted off their shoulders. You voted me chief Do what I say Rules All we got We shall hunt this so called beast A thing layer of darkness chilled them And set them Grabbing for each other...

Sea Monster

The tide, Was coming in This meeting, Not fun, But business, The faces turned to Ralph Were intent Make smoke, Or die Be frightened You’re like that There is no beast. The assembly Clapped in relief As if The world had been Lifted off their shoulders You voted me chief, Do what I say, Rules, All we got We shall hunt the so called beast A thin layer of darkness Chilled them And set them grabbing For each other…