"Madman Has Butterflies"

It was one of the nicest days I have had in a long time. I am sixteen! I felt like telling the world. Sixteen! Sixteen! I was clad in my moms old Petticoat and skirt. Covered for the rain outside.

My parents are proprietors of the store next to our house. They told me I could have anything. Anything! I mean you don't get to turn sixteen everyday. I could choose from sweet bread to the best smelling candle in town.

Even though I had a sunny disposition, it was a turbulent day. The rain poured hard against the floor. But I didn't care. Because now I'm sixteen, and sixteen year-olders don't care if they get rain drops on them.

I just kept skipping around Madison Square Garden. The thunder reverberated the streets around. In front of me was a boy sitting on a wooden bench. I examined him for a while then shrieked. "HOLDEN!"

He didn't look at me.

"It's me Mehr, Jane's roommate"

Suddenly his head pivoted from one sided to the other.

"Jane he called, where is she?"

I remember Holden he came looking for Jane.

"It's a weekend she is watching a new matinee"

He was all depressed suddenly.

He had this red hat on . The same one he did when he came to look for Jane. He was one of those boys that you meet once and you don't want to meet again because of who they are. I mean he smoked and drank. And for his age that isn't very grand.

But I realized something, Holden Caulfield is a madman! And he loves Jane. Well she ought to know about this.

"I'm running late sorry bye, I'll give Jane your regards!"

"Bye," He said all lackadaisical.

Ode to Shakespear

There is no
rose redder
than thou' lips

no
marmalade sweeter
than thou' words

Thou' my beloved
thou' has confiscated my heart
and kept it with you

We will mutiny
against the people
just like
Romeo and Juliet

We will embark on our journey
and not leave an inkling
on any mind

I have and will
loved and love
you in profusion I
will make sure that
thou' shall get a
second chance to live
life in its purest form of serenity

Forget all
forget all
shake of that rankle
that has been holding my love as
ransom

oh my beloved
forget all
forget all

for I shall love
you
unconditionally

And...But...If

Intelligence
hidden behind the skin
expelled
expressed
expected to fail

casual
about everything
and...
but...
if...
something always pouring out of his mouth

and...
but...
if...
he payed attention
he would soar over that cliff

laying happily on the couch
no pressure to perform
no ambition
no responsibility

and...
but...
if...

My Sister's Keeper- Book Review

Jodi Picoult's My Sister's Keeper is a flawless, stunning, tear jerking book about a family struggling with their daughter's leukemia, which comes in the way of everything the family is going through. Anna sues her parent's for Medical Emancipation and not having the right to choose if she want's or doesn't want to donate her organs to Kate.

Brian is never at home , because he can't handle the stress-he is always working. Sara is blinded by Kate's illness she doesn't see or do anything other than what concerns Kate, and the fight to keep her alive. Jesse is away from his family. "Can a parent love too much?Or is too much never enough?"

Family, friends, death, and the most important one is sisterhood, the root of the book. From the acknowledgments to the epilogue I couldn't put the book down. every page from the 423 builds up to tears. Picoult's book, is a beautiful heart throbbing novel which I would recommend to everyone from the ages 13 and older. It will leave readers wanting more when they are done.

Mom

My Mom...

Is the white queen
a single snowflake
a diamond in the water
a stolen crown
a toucan who's wings are cut
Picasso's painting

blue
green
white

My mom is the white queen
with blood red lipstick
that can't hide
a trace

with brown eyes on
the back
of her head
she has hair that swishes with the forgotten air

My mom is a ladybug
she flickers her wings
she is a firefly
glows in the night
the queen bee
rules the hive

I follow her footsteps
that hit on the concrete floor
she taught me how to walk
talk
and tie my shoelaces
but she still unties the knots

Confession

1. Wouldn't it be cool if braces were magnetic...everyone would get stuk to their fridge.
2. When ever I am at the super market I always go to the stationary section.
3. I hate the trident chocolate mint bubble gum.
4. I love math class
5. I love the smell of vanilla
6. This isnt a long confession
7. I still can't get over the braces.

Grandpa who steers a wooden wheel


Grandpa who has the eyes like the mist on a rainy day and smoke that forms like an artificial cloud. His hair became white strand by strand, turned from coal to a diamond. Grandpa who, is sailing on his interminable journey. Over the tremulous waters. Who's anchor was hanging waiting to touch the floor, cuts through every wave in his way.

Grandpa who, steers his wooden wheel with his bare hands, tired from hard work, he cups his hands around his eyes in search for land.

Ananya-my cousin

Her eyes are like the
bark
of the darkest pine tree
cramped in a circle
cut like a jewel

Her teeth like 20 pearls
when she smiles her dimples
cut through her porcleain skin

Her hair is like the sky on a rain night
pitch black

Hanging on the monkey
bars
five feet
above the dusty floor

the paint peeled off the
monkey bars the layers of
red
blue
green

re-painted over
and over again
the wind shispering

in our ears
the swing set old and rusty
screeching in our memories

Too much?

"Yesterday is history tomorrow is mystery today is a gift that is why it's called present"

He left no hi no bye. Is it so much to ask for? To say bye before you leave for three days...before, he used to go on trips for weeks long. And he would come back with presents from all over, It doesnt help (Im being sarcastic, I loved the presents) Books, chocolate, bags, teddy bears-when I was younger, jewerly, and sometimes souviniers.

Is it too much to ask for? When you get home and daddy isn't there...He is always here exept for today, a business trip to chiriqui, or he has to see a farm. Is it too much to ask for? to say three letters B-y-e...b-y-e...b-y-e.

Those three letters mean a lot...It isn't too much to ask for.

Designer Babies...

Because they don't want diseases
because they don't want any genetic
mistakes
misapprehension
misunderstandings

brought for a reason
left without one
because they want perfect
and pretty

because they don't want an
abhorrent child
because they do want one
with
blue
brown
black eyes

they think they are being sage
because it only concerns them
because they have an interminable list of
what they want but don't have

Time

A single word can change everything
exept for time
I have always been
somewhere
anywhere
here
there

The clock keeps ticking
Tic Toc
Tic Toc
don't want to
but have to

An inch taller
a bit smarter
a year older
don't want to
but have to

I wish I had a remote
for life
to pause
to play
to stop
to rewind and forward

Sweet memories - a vignett

Glazed, sprinkled, and cut. The water washed, the balloons popped, the cake stained...Pablo's light blue shirt, stained with chocolate blotches all over. The cake smacked against his face...covering his eyes. Luciana had left to wash off. But there was still cake left. Pablo who was standing over the red bucket grabbing water by the handful and splashing it on his face. Was now covered with frosting too.

I walked away and so did he, he went back outside where the music was playing, where the people were talking, where the water was splashing. I followed, my feet rubbing on the smooth tiles and then they hit the concrete drive way. I will never forget those moments: When Angelica pushed me ontop of five people, when Luciana opened her presents and the glow on her face as she unrapped each one, when Camila and I talked for hours, when I threw water at Pablo the second he came.

The black and white keys played by Natalia and Sara, when Victoria got drenched when she wasn't supposed too. The music on Caterina's i-pod. When we sprayed shaving cream on Paola,I will never forget these sweet, sweet moments.

Honey brown eyes

Up's and downs
curves and curls
grab on tight

You sit there over
chains and rails

I want to let go but don't want to fall
he talks to her with honey brown eyes
that flicker like the stars in the night
she curls her long blond hair
not even the bright lights of Coney Island can
hide my outraged face

Her words slip out her lips like
sand in your hands
I try to eavesdrop
over the nerve wrecking noise

We go down
my hair
blows back
airtime strikes
and my heart skips a beat

I look back
she curves her
locks behind her ear
and runs her

pale
pink
perfect

Fingers over her diamond earring

The ride stops but my pain doesn't
they hold hands to get
cotton candy

My stomach twist like a corkscrew
I still felt the rumbling and roaring
of ascending
and the panic of the
first drop

Dear Christian

Mehr Eliezer
29 Elkwood street
Atlanta, Georgia

September 8, 2010

Dear Christian,

I love everything about you: Your eyes, hair, and our humorous disposition. I miss you... DO you remember when we were ten and we sat under the apple tree. The time when All of our friends spontaneously moved and we only had each other, to play hide and seek with. Christian do you remember when we went trick or treating on palmlane when we were six, and you were spider man and I was a witch.

Remember when we modified your bike with stickers, and how you were scared of spiders. Remember when I was twelve and I got sick when the flu was prevalent in 7Th grade- soon after we found out it wasn't the flu but a common cold. You came to help me with homework, We drank soup and played tic tac toe.

Christian do you remember... I do


Your Best Friend,

Mehr

Not the type

I am not the type of girl that wears four inch Steve Madden-I can't even stand in a two inch one without falling. I don't drink Decaf latte's or walk with a Gucci bag. I don't come to school with make-up, Or wears hip high dresses

But I am the one that wears purple Jordans, and drinks sweet tea. I carry a sling bag of an anonymus brand. I listen to an anthology of Silver edition Elvis Presely, And sing along.

I chew gum, and wear jeans. There is nothing wrong. I swim not shop. There is nothing wrong. I have a hidden candy stash- SHHH don't tell my mom. I run and play hide and seek with kids in my building. There is nothing wrong.

I like myself for who I am and not for who others want me to be.

He is gone

Stitch, His ears would dangle from eye to eye, His tail would wag from side to side. He was a beagle with a black nose and dirty paws, I tried to clean him but he would run away. I would come home from school and he'd be the first in line to greet me, I am only child and to some a dog might just seem like a pet but to those who have had a dog they are your best friend.

He would listen to me and lick the tears off my cheeks. And I am crying while writing this memoir, But actually sometimes you need to cry you can't always hold them in. He is gone though, Stitch is gone...Gone.

Once when I came from school Stitch leaped trying to aim for my face, to garnish it with kisses but accidentaly he pushed me down and I hit my head, I got mad at him and I ignored him I didn't throw the frisbee or take him for a walk. I just ignored him in the night before I would sleep he curled up on my head to ease the pain. And once when I was sick he wouldn't leave my side.

I want to erase those moments which I was mad at him and thank him and give him treats and a belly scratch. He knows I miss him but he is waiting.

Lava

One of my most prized possesions... I have to spill, is my lava lamp. I just don't like the fact that it is colorfull, but I like how the "lava" dances freely in the liquid.

It takes a while to heat up but after it is waltzing it is breath taking. I have always wanted one, I blame movies. When ever the main character is in their room and specially if it is a girl she usually has a lava lamp. It is so beautiful to look at the glitter on the glass, the yellow lava, and the light reflecting the colors of the liquid.

SO whenever I saw one I wanted one...Never got one.

Until

I went to Texas and went to an art measueam and found the original brand of lava lamps. I begged my mom and she bought it for me.

Every night I stare at it and look at it trapped in a glass, but the way it paced up and down and compeling. the way the glitter shimmers on the glass makes the stars loose light. and the colors: yellow, pink, and orange. The colors of a tanned sun.

Chocolate

I absolutely love, no wait, adore, almost there,
I have a chocolate obsession. And most of the time I do, eat chocolate in public, I make a fool out of myself.

Don't believe me... I guaranty you will believe me by the end.

1. Girl Scouts meeting with leaders from Mexico... We had to be primp and proper to leave a good impression. And my weakness was spotted at the first glance- A chocolate fountain. Why? Why? Why? But I had to hold my excitement. I tip toe over to it and grab a tooth pick stab a strawberry with it, next I dipped it in the lusciously Auburn chocolate, popped it in my mouth. I had to have more 1,2,3,4,5...8,9,...11,15 and I do not want to continue lets just say until the Rooso Corsa berries ended. Whoops.

2. In Switzerland chocolate capital of the world... or so for me . Alone, No parents to tell you when to stop devouring the bomboms and bars. My grandmother left to the grocery store and my aunt and uncle were at work. Yes I was alone to enjoy... I ran down the carpeted stairs-fell down the last couple, but was able to stand up. My aunt gifted me so much chocolate I almost fainted when I saw the lot. And in 2 days I repeat 2 days I finished over 7 bars- at least 1 foot long. 5 packets of coconut covered bom boms and wanted more. And when I finished eating it I went to go walk the dog. I came back and I couldn't sleep it was embabrracing because my grandmother came to check on me and I was jumping on the bed with wrappers all over the room.

That is all I will confess about my chocolate obsession...Today.

I swim...

because it's a wonderful world underwater
though there are no angelfish
only cholrine dumped in gallons
they burn your eyes
only if you don't wear goggles
I have tons but never wear them
I dont want to be trapped behind a clear glass
that fogs up every two seconds
I loose them
I dont finish homework
my eyes hurt
But I still swim
For ever I will hold my breath

My friends come
I ignore them
They play Marco Polo
I relax and enjoy it's beauty

The drops of water falling off my hair
Drip...
Drip...
Drip...
I close my eyes to block the sunset
and for ever hold my breath

i didnt deserve

Clad in my freshly washed blanket, I was awoken with a knock on my door. I looked at the clock on my side table, 3:45 A.M… I couldn’t believe it-My head was electrified with fury. I put on my slippers and rushed to get the door. In front of me were two men, one looking at a piece of paper which he gingerly transferred to the other hand; I could surmise they were both police men. Right when he saw me, he stretched his neck and cleared his throat.

He tried to speak…but the grimace on my face turned his words upside down. He scanned me with his eyes and found the abrasion I got when I fell off the horse; I covered it with my sleeve. I let them come in and they sat down on the chair right beside the table I brought my chair in a cursory and laid it on the rug, I sat on it. They questioned me about such gruesome acts. How could somebody do that? … What had I done? What had I done to deserve this?

I am no crook, I can’t kill a fly, but they asked so many questions my hands started to sweat my body felt dehydrated. They asked me questions… What had I done? What had I done to deserve this?

They blamed me for killing the poor old man with the vulture’s eye. They tried to endeavor the words out of my lips. I denied and denied but they insisted it was me. But I knew who it was; the rotten young man next door smoked cigarettes and left them on my lawn. He said he will pick it up but if my horse eats it…my husband would kill me. So it was all up to me to pick it up.

But they still doubted me. I told them they were wrong but they said they will come back and check again. I let them do an inventory around the house- which apparently they didn't find anything, but they couldn't corroborate their statement.

Beacuse
They had no proof, they had no proof, they had no proof.
They had no proof… they had no proof…they had no proof.

Jinx by Meg Cabot

Meg Cabot's book Jinx is a beutiful thriller that left me breathless. The protagonist is Jean (Jinx) Honeychurch is a sixteen-year-old girl from Iowa who moved with her aunt and uncle to New York. In New York she meets her cousin Tory, who has completely changed since Jean and Tory last met. Jean thinks she has the worst luck in the world as if she is "Jinxed." Tory's backwards and unusual personality makes Jean's point of view change, and she meets new people, Including Zack a boy who she has a crush on but is older too her. But once Jean gets into an accident her whole life twists as Tory tells her something she should have known the first day she stepped on to Earth. Next to Jean lets just say that everybody has "bad luck."


Jinx an enchanting book definitely has satisfied my expectations. Since I picked it up I haven't found myself a moment without it. I have read other books by Meg Cabot but this one tops the list. Jean Honeychurch thinks she has the worst luck ever-and I thought that about her too. But as she overcomes every obstacle in her way I notice that she is different.While reading Jinx I have been on a great journey with Jean. A wondeful journey to say, a look from her eyes and a walk from her shoes is absolutely worth remembering.

My fault

A breath, tear, hug, and kiss…a yell, scream, gasp, and a broken heart waiting to be sown together with a “sorry” and an “I love you.”

Where is the good thing? Where is the end of the ribbon? Where is the beginning of a circle? Of being an only child and having no one to talk to when my parents fight…

It’s all my fault and no one else’s. It’s my fault that the thunder strikes right beside us…my fault that the A.C doesn’t work…and my fault that the sun sets too early.

That’s not what my parents think, my mom says it’s my dad and my dad says it’s my mom, but on the inside it is mine, they won’t admit it but only blame each other. And I ask again

Where is the good thing? Where is the end of the ribbon? Where is the beginning of a circle? In fighting over and over again…

Summer days

Every single summer day I’d do the same thing- except for when I went to Texas which was at the end.

•Wake up
•Blackberry rings (it says good morning sleepy head)
•Answer back
•Go make breakfast-brunch
•Eat brunch
•Get ready to swim
•Continue chatting
And chat, chat, chat

The funny part is that I was always chatting with the same person-Javier. At first I always thought that I’d hate him and I only talked to him for school projects and occasions of complete boredom. But I even forgot who started the conversation…It was awkward at first but then after a while we could trust each other with secrets and thoughts.

Every single day you learn something new not only in general but also about people… That whole summer vacation I learnt that you shouldn’t judge a book by the cover and some people aren’t who they seen they are. Search beyond the obvious.

what i want to be this year

I sit on the bed orange sheets and blue pillows lurking on the side of the lazy mattress. The clothes on the chair, shirts on one handle and shorts on the other. Moms furiously red with anger. Mumbles to pick it up but my mind is gone far away. She rushes out the door wearing the topaz earrings that one I had too but are now lost in between the lines. My maid comes walking slowly because she knows the huge mess she will find.

Ideas hide behind the piles of homework…Of unwritten reports, unmade notes, and unread books. The recent ideas hang around but the rest run away, the keyboard untouched its screen dusty. The typed words wait alone to be completed, to have a tale behind the story.

The dusty books with bookmark 10 pages marked. Its post it’s sticking out trying to grab a breath, a gasp, a last word. The books piled up in a huge tower of tomorrow. I run my finger down the spine scrambling the author’s names a week ago, a month ago, and the waiting to be read and admired.

This year I want to be more responsible, finish the book I was writing and read more.

R.U.S.H

Right no left, my head turned furiously. I looked straight ahead a glass window, my feet scramblimg up the air as I ran

Up in the clouds lied my brain falling... falling... falling

Shadows of children well classmates surrounded me a weird fat boy approached from th back and screamed

Huddle! but soon they didnt notice I was on the floor, Bleeding from my arm down the droplets of jet red blood shot down to my elbow and fell on the floor I cried but really solemnly and quietly. I had scars on my legs and on my cheek. They looked petrified as the teachers rushed towards me.




This memoir was written in a form of a poem and the setting was in school in first grade.

He wont leave

We're gonna have a lil' house a couple o' acres
an' cows and some pigs and we'll have a vegetable patch
and a rabbit hutch and chickens

An Lemme tell ya' sometin' George never gonna leave me cuz I got George and he got me
I know he won't leave me I just know it

Ya' know we are gonna walk by the chickens and yes we are gonna have a rabbit
but just don't tell George that I killed the lil' puppy or else he won't give it to me


George never gonna leave me cuz I got George and he got me
I know he won't leave me I just know it

In life there are some people that you never thought you'd talk to but as the years pass and friends come and go those people help you and defend you unlike some so called friends that just laugh and leave when you try telling them stuff.

And your "friends" might not really like some people.Then they expect you too hate them too I don't really think that's right.

Career

Don't you just hate when people-maybe not complete strangers but anybody-tells you too be something in life. They try changing your future and your dreams. Well I do, I absolutely hate it.

You can't straighten a crumpled dollar, you just have to let it go and pay for your prices. They want me to become: a lawyer, doctor, Secretary, Scientist, and all the other jobs I wanna stay far away from.

Maybe when I'm older there might be a little ray of hope for me to become one of those, but not because I wanted to, but just because I didn't wanna let them down. Truthfully I'm 13 years old and should not be worrying about my career, but you only get one chance, one oportunity, and only one life shouldnt you decide what you wanna do with it?

But today or tomorrow ill have to go chacing the penny that fell on the floor but still rolls and rolls.

There is a time

There is a time when you cry of happyness
There is a time when a rainbow forms over the ocean
There is a time when you have to speak for your rights

There is a time when your most close loved ones leave
There is a time when the moon cries for light
There is a time when comets kiss the stars

There is a time when ants carry rocks
There is a time when mountains move to get a better view of the horizon
There is a time when you can make an accident on purpose

There is a time when ice cream melts
There is a time when diamonds break
There is a time when hearts part

Is there a time for everything?

Setting of Mice and Men

Dreams


A dream of a piece of land
A dream of friendship
A dream of wishes

They walked together miles and miles they stopped for water
The large one looked around confused
and the small sharp looking one yells and regrets

Then they meet a wanna be.
With high hells and the power and energy to fight but deep inside he is weak and powerless

Will their dream come true?

Don't have the guts

If you had the guts you would do miracles. On the other hand I have ABSOLUTELY NO GUTS. And I don't mean those icky organs, but the power to stand up for your rights. Someone once told me I was really weak inside, and I can't talk to people with out ending up feeling bad. Is that true?

Once a boy told me something, It was horrible. Instead of telling, replying, or proving him wrong. I started crying. I was really small. Ever since that day I have never been able to stick up for myself.

A best friend never leaves

A best friend is a needle in a hay stack, a golden diamond. You never miss people until they leave for good. Well my best friend, Sebastian. Is leaving, he is going to Virginia. We were never really close, until one day we became friends, and the next we were best of friends, Yeah we fight, and that doesn't matter, because he always forgives me and I always forgive him.

In smiles and happiness, tears and pain he is always there for me. And I'm always there for him.

Even though he is leaving he will never be missing. Maybe in our lunch when we all talk he won't be there, Maybe in class, yes there will always be an empty seat, and yes there will be a star that won't glow. But he will never leave never... never.

A small little obnoxious boy stoof frozen with his booger running downn his chin. It was gross.

"Hey lil boy' would ya' go to tha canteen and get me some nachos"
"No do you pay me no you don't" the little boy retoted.
The big boy looked flustered. The small little petit boy (chris)
Looked petrified he was worried.the older boy was going to kill him how in the world could he talk back to him?

Well the solemn days passed and Chris missed school one a raining tuesday he came to school with a navy blue cast that reached his forarm.Chris that fought for his rights broke his arm poor poor boy

Confession Thursday

Today I just came out of the gym one of my friends who has been there for like 2 months got into competition. I know that I'm not perfect or my blood isn't for gymnastics but she can't even do the cartwheel.I have been there for exactly 5 months. But somehow I feel good for her

Before I started gymnastics my dad said that it dosnt matter if I get into the competition or not but as a girl and as a girl and in Girl Scouts honor I will NOT give up.

Life an unforgetable piece

Description: These poems show you the differnet phases of life, Death, Birth, LOve, Friendship etc. The poems show you why you should be greatful to your unique life. It expresses life in it's simplest form


Synospsis: Life is an unforgetible girt just like childhood, or love.

Theme: Life

Thanks by: W.S Merwin

Life in heart of by: Nikhil Parekh

The river of life by: Thomas Campbell

Your Catfish friend by: Richard Brautigan

Heaven by: Jennifer Cramer

To a friend by: Maria Attar

Bitter blow of love by: Mark R. Slaughter

Strolling Down Memory lane By: Taran Burke

Wallow in the Greed by: Mark R Slaughter

Her Bliss by: Mark R slaughter

Perfect world

The birds chirped along with the wind
The crisp grass crawling up to get a better view of the peeking sun
the clouds forming a parade of cotton candy
And my heart beating loud...loud...loud
Waves across the horizon crashing, colliding, striking together

The moon wearing a silver sequins dress
making the sun cool down
Tears of the weeping mulberry tree swayed
Dazzling sparkle of the star glistened and

Yet the perfect world feels abandoned

Perfect world

Rain

Drops fall every where
Making the glass in to art
I jump in puddles
The clouds continue crying
Streets flood and water rises

Ocean

O ver sand and dirt lyes water
C lear and prestine
E very day the waves clash into each other
A nd beautiful animals swim in the
N ever ending blanquet of saline

BALBOA

B efore Balboa I was in San Agustin. It was terrible, After a long year. I came to Balboa Academy I was in Mrs. Durbin's 2nd grade class.

A ll my classmates helped me. Thy were very kind and the park was like te best part. and THEY NEVER GAVE US HOMEWORK that was awsome

L ots of students forgot how to dsay my name but it's ok I was used to it.

B oys and girls becme my friends, The Teacher was very nice I remember Babar the stuffed Elephant that each of us got for a week.

O ver all everyone was nice. I remeber hanging out in Mr. Fosters library.It was SO fun

A ll my friends have stayed and I have made new ones too. But well some had to leave right. I still chat with them.

Those unforgettible moments have been recorded in my brain I wish I could go back to that time once more.

STAR LIGHT

Star Light

S hining above us all, like a billion lamps, glistening in the black night.
T winkling joyfully bringing smiles on to peoples faces.
A rtemis's moon ,the place of dreams, hangs around with Apollo and the enchanting and mysterious sun.
R oaming around the universe in pursuit of happiness.

L avishly lightings up everyones way.
Interesting are the patterns of weather.
Gorgeous and mystical are the Nebulas that explode in to multicolored specks of dust
Heavens and sky's have all united and made an extraordinatry universe
Thunder thrown by Zeus on to the beutiful planet Earth

God's Rose Garden

Grandpa, Oh I must say your journey stopped.
A silver ladder took you to a garden far far away.

The clouds weeped and weeped the sun was unhappy it's light was dim.

Every day I look up at the stars
Wondering how you must be feeling.

In the mornings the clouds cover up the sun but there is still a bit of light that will make my path shimmer.

I was too small to understand why you won't come back but now I know
I know that one day I will come to the garden too we will walk together right by the roses.

And The sprinklers will stop because the daisies need more sun.

We will leap from cloud to cloud hoping not to fall.

But now, right now I will be waiting
For the path to dissapear.

NAACP

Niagara Movement


The Niagara Movement was a civil right movement by blacks. They met near the Niagara Falls on July 1905. This movement was a counter reaction to the segregation and the right to vote. One of their leaders was Booker T. Washington. He was an African American. At the end of the civil right movement the rest of the member joined the NAACP.

Dream Deferred

Dream Deferred by Langston Hughes
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?

What happens to a dream—Goal in Life—deferred?
Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? : Your dream left out for someone else to get it, Forgotten.
Or fester like a sore: Bothers you and cuts your heart
And they run? : Does the dream run away from you?
Does it stink like rotten meat? : left out long enough to become rotten
Or crust and sugar over like a syrupy sweet? : Was accomplished and has a good after taste. Maybe you feel good about it
Maybe it just sags like a heavy load: just standing there not been accomplished or done anything about it.
Or does it explode: does it make you go crazy?

EWWW

Today I was sitting outside in the living room with my laptop and I notice that it's not charged. So then I go and get my charger and plug it in. I find out that my made put too much water in the Bamboo plant so I take the pot and put my hand at the bottom suddenly I feel something really GROSS And ICKY on my hand I take my hand away from the pot.

A lizard--brown with black stripes big mature--was stuck to my hand. And I HATE LIZARDS ar any sorts of REPTILES. So I shook my hand a couple of times in shock and then the lizard falls on the floor I Scream and my made comes rushing.

She is also scared of them so she takes a broom and starts smacking it against the lizard but I tell her to stop because it was mean. So she takes another broom and swooshes it out of the room a second later I forund myself standing on top of the table.

You must be thinking I am crazy but every one has their fears. And mine are repltiles.

Photo Genetic???

People say that I am photo genetic and that I have a great smile. Should I belive them?

Today I sat down on my bed and took out my lap top I had nothing to do, Since I had already finished my homework. I opened the webcam and started taking pictures I gave different poses. They were all really bad but if I had to choose from all of them I would choose a picture of me with my lips curled, and in a total blue setting.

It made me look like an alien but it was ok. I will survive with a bluishh look. But the only problem was that it was too blue... You must be wondering yourself, Is that even possible? Well in this case it is!!!

It was blue like the sky of a snowy night, Blue like the large ocean deep and mystireous. Am I over reacting? Maybe just a little but my eyes glimmer in the picture like a millions of stars in the universe.

This picture was worth to be taken. Or so I think!!!

Future thought out today

Mathieu, Sebi, and I stood next to the water fountain while Mathieu filled up his water bottle.

"OK so if you do become a famous soccer player... You will have to at least write a speech"

Sebi looked at him puzzled.

"He will I know it" I defended. "As for you" I looked at him. " You CAN be a ping-pong player but just don't wear those shorts that like you know are REALLY TIGHT." I look at him in disgust.

He let out a giggle,some what like the sound of a penny in a tin can but much more rhythmic. Sebi laughed too. . I couldn't help it but I gave up and gave a crescent smile.

We continued walking Mathieu left for Geography and Sebi went down to Math I followed him while I roamed my own world of what I am going to be when I am older. My parents usually tell me that to get something you want you have to work for it with all your might and the thing that I really want to be is a professional swimmer.

Even if I have to practice 24-7 or even as little as 2 hours I am all heart idly willing to do that. You see I love swimming since I was really small I have loved splashing around in that cool water. But now I have decided that I love swimming and want to further in life next to it. Don't some people follow their dreams.

I will not give up!!!!!!

Altos De Maria

Today we went with Mrs. Bhatty and her husband to their house in Altos de Maria it was a really long way from here but I guess it was worth it. We stopped at Queso Chela's and had delicious Empanadas and Chichemes. After a while we went to their gorgous house which was like on the top of a mountain we drove around and I got to open the sun roof and look out while we we driving it was REALLY SCARY. we went of a steep slope and then drove up a really weird bumpy road.

We saw beatiful houses and hotels then we went back to their house in Altos de Maria and I went in their jacussi it was bubbly but not hot it was rather cold. Ironic isnt it then we left the place and went to a water fall-- a relly small one--It was really pretty it was deep too. Ok then on the way back--almost3 hours--it was pitch dark the only lights were the venom red lights from the cars.

I am at home I feel really woozzzzyyyy I don't know why I am also sleepy Ok well I have to go sleep. I wish we could have stayed longer.

Go BANANAS

Sebi, Mathieu, and I sat next to the field on the floor. We waited for the game to start. Then the players came--wearing yellow shorts and a blue and white jersey--just liken the prisoners except they were blue--they walked confidently getting into their positions.

The referee blew the whistle. The dragons started. Mathieu started throwing grass at me (It was really annoying) he kept on throwing grass at me for what felt like the whole game. Tiffany and I got up and started singing: "Peel banana Peel Peel Banana...." I sat back down next to Raquel and Sebi--I wanted to get away from Mathieu who kept on throwing grass at me--Sebi was turning red with anger he was yelling at the players. "THEY ARE NOTHING YOU CAN BEAT THEM...FOUL FOUL...HE HAS TO GET OUT TAKE HIM OUT!!!"

Diego was singing a song behind me I don't know which one. Coach Guanti told us to get up to leave the game was not even half way over but we had to go. The score was 0-0. I stood up and walked awkwardly--Cleaning the grass off--towards the Gym. I wish we could watch the whole game.

Girl Scouts

I walked into the elementary dungeon. I see the small brownies and then the cadettes I say hi to all my friends and sit down. Mrs. Hatfield talks about our badges and then we make dulce de leche with Mrs. Bocaranda. We look around for our cutters I choose A small star and an apple. I cut two stars and give them to Alex and Helen from brownies they give me a pin in return which says Love 2 camp.

Then I make an apple well 2 it was soo goood I couldn't resist. One I gave to my mom and the other to my grandma they LOVED it I have to make it another day...Well I know this slice of life is really short but I have to go Help make dinner Ok bye MY mom is calling see you tomorow.

A friendship circle cut in half

People say that a friend completes a circle of Friendships are like circles. Well frankly my cirle was broken long ago.

I entered the lunch room happy and joyfull. I sat at the end of table I saved 2 spots for my best friends. One of them came and sat down he had him arms crossed furiously. His eyes looked dull not as bright and lit up as usual. I tried helping him but words did not come out.

He must have been expecting help or atleast a "Are you ok? OR What happened" but nothing not a single peep came out of my mouth it was as if someone locked my mouth and threw the key into the ocean. By that time came the other. He has mumbling something to himself.

The furious one yelled and yelled only at me not at anybody else! Did I do anything wrong? I thought and thought but just like my words my mind was blank. He was still yelling I had no idea what to do. NO clues popped up in my mind. I couldn't take it anymore so I just left I left both of them it was as if someone let loose of the rope tied to my hands.

Or atleast it felt that way. His anger dissapeared from his face. But for 2 weeks we did not talk in Science we ignored in each other. IN P.E we were speechless we never passed the soccer ball to each other. When me and another girl would have an argument he would defend her. A word can make you cry forever.

One day he approched me and said sorry. A plain old and simple sorry he always says the samething: "sorry I made a mistake" puts on a frown and leaved he does not ask if we are friends againg or just leaves.

A question remains in my head are we Best friends, friends, classmates, or am I just a girl in his school. A piece of my life is still missing just like the anwer to that question.

Bus

I sat in the bus extremely bored I hate the feeling and smell of the bus and the worst part is that my bus driver put curtains and they are full of dust. I was on the way back from school and I sat on the back with Danny (A 4th grader in my building.). He was reading the 2nd Percy Jackson until he felt dizzy and fell asleep.

I took out my I-pod and looked out the window I closed my eyes and day dreamed--till the way back home--I started snoozing of but then my head would either hit my shoulder or bang against the window (It was usually the window).

I though about the home work that I had:
SPANISH: none
MUSIC: none
GEOGRAPHY: none
SCIENCE: none
ENGLISH: slice of life, finish Memoir, and read vignette to your self
MATH: worksheet

Danny was awake now he was rubbing his eyes hard. The bus stopped in front of the apartment and we got of I said bye and left hoping that tomorrow will be different just like how I do every day.

Tired till the bood

In every single class even in P.e I was really sleepy As a matter of fact I as exhausted I slept at 9 but I don't think that it made a difference. I wanted to take a nap but I couldn't because of my home work and Guess what I have a science quiz tomorrow. I must have been so SLEEPY for the past week that I did not hear her say anything!!!

I have been studying for a really long time I try to remember the questions but I can't. On top of that I have to fix my messy binder because we never know when you will have a binder check. The hole evening there was Horrendous sound of machinery from upstairs so even if I tried sleeping I couldn't.

I have yawned over 20 times today AND I AM NOT EXAGGERATING!!! I want the day to past fast so that I can sleep fast. (YAWN) I feel like freezing the time and dream on the clouds. Even talking about sleep makes me sleepy.

Well I am going to go finish my homework so that I can sleep

loosing breath for nothing

P.e

We were all exited and nervous we had to run 4 laps in less than 13 minutes. On your marks get set go!!! we all ran exept for 3 people we ran and ran. Mathieu leaded and then Sebi I was running with Eleanor till she ditched me halfway. Then I saw Caterina so I cought up to her. WE RAN AND RAN. Last lap 3 miutes I ran as if tere was the stampede of angry people behind me I ran.

I was breathing relly loud Caterina stoped to see if I was ok my only response was deep breathing. She looked hesitated. Then she gave me a speech which I barely remember. The only part that I do is the " you don't want everyone to be mad at you right?" I shook my head then took a deep breath and ran like the wind.

50...49...48...47...46...45 I crossed coach I thought that I was going to choke I fal or atleast was going to but Caterina cought me in mid air. she helped me up and took me to the wter fountain. I was red RED RED blood shot RED. BUt then I look back proud with myself and see those 3 people still walking as if they had a life time to finish.

I was going to scream the rage was going to make me explode I wish that we could scream in the pots and pans and then open it infront of the people but I couldnt... I took several deep breaths and answered sadly the questions that my classmates IS THERE ANYONE LEFT? I shook my head and I knew that they wanted to scream to.

I WISH THAT WE STILL GET FREEDAY!!!!!!

Scratch and Hit

I walk and walk staring at the sky not paying attention infront of me I walk in zig zag for a couple of meters then right when I look straight i bump hard on my head on a big red pole it was as if it moved and came infront of me. Tiff giggled and continued walking then looked back to see if I was ok I started laughing and so did she. Eleanor's puzzled face suddenly turned to a cresent smile. All during p.e it kept on stinging.

My turn to bat, Tiff at the back singing "hey batter batter hey batter batter swing" Was talking to Eleanor. Then coach stump pitches and I hit it wasnt so hard but it was hard enough. I ran One base then two. My team clapping but some where lost. Tiffany's turn to bat STRIKKE ONE and then she hits, runn runn runn i start running but before touching the third base I fall or atleast trip in my defence I say that there were alot of people crowded up.

But before they touch the base I am up and my foot has touched it. I look ta my knee and see a scratch on it it was small but IT burned. Then the game continued I godd scratched 3 times more twice on the legs and one on the arm.

Later that day in gymnastics I scratched my elbow. Ohh I sigh and walk with my head hanging in pain to the cubby and thing about all my hits and scrathes. P.s remember to walk looking up!!!

Gymnastics

Monday March 1st.

5:00

Stretch, splits, jumping jacks, butterfly, archway... But now to the real magic: Carwheels, Handstands, Villa (pararell lines), Inflatable, horizontal lines (bars)... But today we dicided to do the bars and the inflatable. I got ready put chalk on my hands I don't know why I do, even though I still get cut. The chalk flying all over the place like if you take two chalkboard earasers and hit them agains each other.

Then I stand on the small one and then when I get my balance leap onto the larger one once I am in the air I feel an orchestra playing right next to my ear then when I hold onto the taller one the cymbals crash and stop the composition it was like a beutiful symphony which only I could hear. An hour later The same thing though I don't get bored of it. It was the same new adventure seeking its Explorer.

By the end of the class we lyed down stiff on the inflatable the coach turned on the monitor the inflatable rose like the clods higher and higher and so did I. I got up and started jumping so did the people around me.

He is A fool

In A Raisin in the Sun according to Mama Booker T. Washington and George Murchison were fools because they were wealthy and did not really have to make an effort to make a living. The family that they were born into were already wealthy. Gorge and Booker T. Washington think that because they are rich they will be accepted into the white society. George thinks that schooling is to just get a job but for Benetha and for Mama it is knowledge .

In conclusion George Murchison and Booker T. Washington don't have to do anything for a living because they already have money from their family.

"He is a Fool"

Why does she say that they are fools and what do they have in common?

In A Raisin In the Sun according to Mama George Murchison and Books T. Washington are fools because they don't care about feelings and only thing about what the world thinks about them.For example George was always talking to Benetha about non serious stuff and Books belived in Economical goal.

Raisin In The Sun

In literature, as in life, a character may search for a better way of life.For example Benetha and Walter from A Raisin in the Sun are searching for a better way of life. Benetha is searching for her Identity she wants a better life so she studies and wants to take her studies further to become a doctor. No body except for Mama and Ruth try stopping Benetha from studying, Everybody except Walter Lee he just detests the thought of Benetha going to be a Doctor.

Benetha wants to gain Knowledge but for that she should not give up. Since AsagaiI came to the house he cleared things out and told Benetha that it shows that she was finding her identity by changing her hairstyle. Ever since she has only been caring about how to find her personality

In literature, as in life, a character may search for a better way of life. Another example is Walter Lee from A Raisin in the Sun he is searching for a better way of life. HE wants to open a liquor store he tries convincing Mama to give him the 10,000 dollars but she refuses and he gets awfully mad. He does not want to be a driver. Walter thinks that the world revolves around him and that 3His family is just like how he imagined them. Walter drinks when he gets frustrated.

HE always criticizes Benetha and does not want her to change... In the part where Mama uses the money to buy a house Walter does not seemed interested and yelled because he wanted the money for himself. He seemed very greedy. He attempts to search for that change by acting mad and ignorant thinking that Mama could sell the house and get the money back just to give it to Walter.

In my conclusion I say that Benetha Younger and Walter Lee Younger have trouble searching for a better life because they both have problems and with Benetha, Walter does not let her do anything maybe he does not understand her feelings. Whereas With Walter he just wants stuff he can't have or that other people in the family are bothered about for example the liquor store. Maybe he just wants attention.

Day 1 arrival

Yesterday I tried writing but I was too but so today I'm writing for yesterday and today. I am in colon the car ride was FAST. the only problem is that I have a cold more of a throat ache. We ate chineese food for lunch it was preety good. Then we can back and came to the pool we are staying in the radisson hotel. they have a nice pool by the way. I stayed in the pool for 6 hours I am cramped up like a raisin it is cold and I am sleepy we spent more than an hour for our snacks but then We had dinner it was yummy. Well bye I have to go sleep it is awfully late by the way I have no computer with me so I am using my I touch for writing this if is hard.