Lord Of the Flies Tanka

Fire's a fading
Humanity is losing
Piggy so troubled
Jack is taking control now
Savages is what they are

You Can't Have It All

But you can have the old school markets with their low prices and foods with funny names. You can have your little sister knock on your door at three in the morning innocently asking, are you awake? You can have the humming of bees and the gleaming eyes of rabbits that says, i'm sick of carrots. You can have those warm summer days where you spend your time in the sun and at the beautiful sandy beaches. You can have the questions of your friends, funny, yet akward, like the videos of cats you see on Youtube.

You can have the ice cream cones with the bits of fudge at the bottom. You can have the pair of shoes which you wear everyday since their lucky. You can have the pizzas at Italian restaurants, so steamy, filled with culture, and every bite contains a bit of its makers stlye. You can have all the foriegn languages in the world, until you realize that even knowledge, has a limit. You can have the sweat trickle down your body as you work your way up the mountain. You can have the heavens until you realize you would get the hells. You can have the newborn, so delicate, precious, and still seeing the world upside down. You can have the giant mansions and the fancy cars, until you finally notice, that they are just tools.

You can have the lightsaber duels with your friends. You can have all the books in an empty world, but even books don't talk back. You can have the treehouses, so free, your world. You can have the lush forests of the Amazon, the glaciers of Antartica, or the deserts of Africa. You can walk along the shores of the Caribbean, or just relax in your own backyard. You can have your friends yelling you can do it, when you try to win at arm wrestling. You can have the rush of wind on your face as you ride the bicycle down the hill. You can have the cuts and bruises, but they can't slow you down. You can have the strings of a harp, nothing alone but beautiful together.

You can have the songs that touch your soul, or the ones that let you be yourself. You can have your mom yelling no Rick when her favorite soap opera characters break up. You can have the barking of dogs when you walk past a house. You can have the basketballs, footballs, or the tennis balls, even though you really love the water. You can have the Rolex watches and Louis Vuitton clothes. You can have the Indian spices and the American hamburgers with to much scent or flavor. You can have respect for others just as they have respect for you. You can have your first love, even though you know it won't for out. You can have the thoughts of wanting to fly like an eagle, wanting to soar through the skies. You can't have the love of those who fall into a black sleep, breaking your heart with agony. But you can have the family get togethers filled with laughing, crying, and love.

Poems about Spring

Description: Spring if often seen to ideas of rebirth, renewal, and regrowth. The plants bloom, the birds chirp, it all seems so heavenly. Spring is also the time to relax, and we can't forget that the whole reuse, reduce, recyle thing when we think about nature while in spring. It's when the weather isn't to hot or cold, its perfect, just in between. I decided it's time to talk about it.

Synopsis: Spring is the best time for poem telling, so much subjects to talk about. It's always fun to go out and try your luck.

Ode to Spring by Frederick Seidel

Morning News by Marilyn Hacker

Birds Again by Jim Harrison

Spring and All [By the road the to contagious hospital] by William Carlos Williams

A Blessing by James Wright

Spring Carol by Robet Louis Stevenson

From you have I have been absent in the Spring by William Shakespeare

The Spring by thomas Carew

A light exists in Spring by Emily Dickinson

Peppermint Leaf-Benjamin Moore, 2033-20

The prisoners,

Feeling ease,
In a land that they please.

They got here
In a little brown canoe that wobbled,
Going through the thick supernatural fog,
Landing on the sandy beach,
They were happy.

The island was
A paradise,
But now,
they're scared,
Wanting to leave their cells,
Leave the demons of humanity.

Insanity
Common now,
Screaming
Arguing
Then silence,
As haunting as
The death of a loved one.

Everywhere they saw,
Green demons ravaged the landscape,
They cried out their names,
Come to us
We can be your saviors.

But no,
The prisoners knew better,
They knew not to listen to
their guards,
That they must not lose
Their sanity.

The green demons were
The obstacles in life,
They must overcome them,
Defeat them.

Then they woke up,
And realized it was all a dream,
Not a dream
But a nightmare.

With new filled knowledge,
They went outside,
To the fresh scent
Of the peppermint leafs.

Book Review

 Lisey's Story by Stephen King

Publisher: Scribner

Genre: Psychological Horror

Where I Got It: My uncle sent it to me as a gift.

One Sentence Summary: Lisey Landon is married to world renowned author, Scott Landon; two years after he dies, Lisey begins to understand her late husband's life and learns that even he wasn't perfect as she must now face his demons.

First Sentence Of The Book: To the public eye, the spouses of well-known writers are all but invisible, and no one knew it better than Lisey Landon.

First Chapter Review: The first chapter starts off with Lisey explaining a bit about her marriage and how she has appeared on magazine covers due to being married to Scott Landon. It quickly changes when Liseys sister, Amanda, arrives and helps her clean out Scotts old office suite. She finds that there is a notebook with numbers going up to 846. The numbers correspond with pictures of her and Scott, with the ones that aren't in the notebook having her named.

Verdict: I personally believe that this story is one of Kings greatest works. It takes the fathoms of literature to a new level. I recommend it to anyone who likes fantasy or horror, or anyone willing to try anything new. It clearly shows how the deep human emotions can go.

Cover Comments: The flap has the outline of a shovel on it with flowers covering it. The metal part has been cut to give a small view of the cover. Once the flap is lifted, it shows the Boo'ya moon, which is where Lisey has to go. It is quite beautiful and intricate with the word baby on the upper left and babyluv written in cursive on the lower right.

Found Poem

The Darkness Within

The tide was coming in,
Ralph chose the firm strip as a path
Pacing by the water,
He found himself understanding the wearisomness,
He stopped.

The time had come,
This meeting must not be fun
But business.

They never had a assembly
In which they boys were
Darkish figures.

The beastie, the snake
Littleuns talk
Nonsense, Jack said.

A sound, half-laugh, half-jitter, rose among the boys,
Don't do it again,
The assembly was silent.

The thing is-fear cant hurt you
More than a dream,
Unless we get frightened of people,
Be happy.

Rooted far down in the springs of sorrow,
The littleuns wept
Shut up, shut up!

The last laugh died away,
Am I a hunter, or am I not
Not at night.

By now, whatever sunlight had reached them,
Was shining like fire.

We were happy,
But now,
Things were going rotten,
As Ralph lost himself in deep waters.

Breaking up sanity,
Sitting there
Telling people what to do,
Jack grumbled,
Then he stopped
As the beast laughed.