Poems

Poems can be as simple as a breeze,

they can be bleak and grey

or colorful like a rainbow,

they represent happiness before there was writing,

and they were written for the greatest people.

they fill our imagination,

and they make us dream.

Poems are what we say,

when singing nursery rhymes,

they can be lackadaisical,

serene,

prudent,

and be rebuked my many.

Many use them,

any language can make one,

the poets can be audacious,

and take you on a

journey. They could depict

animals or humans,

they can be as soft as fresh bread,

as cold as a killer,

as boring as a office meeting,

or as gentle to you as your grandma.

You embark on a quest,

which could confiscate your love,

or pilfer your brain,

it can make you cry,

or make you laugh,

they can be your friends,

or the thing that guides you.

Yet you wonder what to write,

then you here a “snap”,

then your hands become your brain,

writing down about what you just heard,

then

 you end up with poetry.

The Catcher in the Rye

He is lonely,

he stands on a hill,

waiting for a sign

a sign of emotion,

to help him leave,

the crumby school he is in.

He has wierd parents,

parents who are so

personal, if anything is revealed

they both have two hemorrhages.

His life is grey,

blank like the night sky in a completely air polluted

city, He has some skills,

such as lying,

but other than that,

he has no talents.

He ran on a icy, slippery bridge,

just to get to his teachers house,

he stood on a freezing hill,

next to a crazy cannon.

He is quite illiterate,

yet, he likes to read,

his gaze is solid like a rock.

But in the end,

he just sits there,

like a recluse from everybody,

in the darkness...

               The City of Bones by Cassandra Clare is an amazing story full of adventure, mysteries, humor, and is backed up by a suspenseful plot. It follows the protagonist, a girl named Clary and her adventures when she learns that what she believed for so long isn’t what it seems. Clary is a hot-tempered redhead girl who is 15, after a watching a murder in a all ages club which no one but her sees, she begins to question what she knows. The book is filled with magic seeing you can tell by the title of the story; its plot gets more intense and seemingly more brutal as it goes on. In the story, you will find warlocks, demons, fairies, unicorns, and other magical and mythical creatures not known by man. Humans are called mundanes by everything else for being “normal” and are thought to be very weak.

            The main characters in the book are separated into two groups, humans and Shadowhunters. Shadowhunters are warriors which protect humans from creatures such as demons, warlocks, etc. They use weapons which contain powers in them to slay the monsters. The main Shadowhunters are Jace, Alec, and Isabella. They live with another Shadowhunter named Hodge. The main humans are Clary and her friend Simon, Simon is described as being a sarcastic to the point of even being scolded for it. Isabella and Alec are siblings with Alec being the oldest and Jace is an only child with a mysterious past.

            The book relies on many scenes and is the first in a series. It’s a pretty big book since it reaches up to 512 pages, but the plot and action makes you want to continue reading the story again and again to get that suspenseful, scary feeling back in your chest. The author throws in a few twists in the story to make you want to read the other books in the series. There are several problems in the story that interfere with the plot and cause it to feel more realistic, those being Clary’s relationships with her friends and the Shadowhunters. The Shadowhunters make her feel less normal then what she thinks now and she is having problems dealing with boys. Her maturity in the story plays well with the plot since it seems to add on to it.

            The main antagonist of the story from the beginning is more of a group then a person or thing, the main antagonist of the story up till around end are downworlders, such as werewolves, vampires, etc. Near the end, a new, more powerful antagonist named Valentine shows up and reveals a deep secret to Clary which changes her and makes her rougher.

            Personally on a scale of 1-10, I would give this story a 10 being because it has been a long time since I read a book this good; the plot, the sequences, the drama, it all works together to form an excellent book and a great story to start a series of with. As stated before, the book makes the reader want to read the other books in the series so they can solve the problems left from the previous one. The book is great for anyone looking for a great time and a wonderful book they will never forget. There is never a time in the story in which you would feel bored or just want to close the book and forget it. It makes the readers connect to their younger selves when they believed in dragons, fairies, ghosts, and other things we believe is false now. It defies science and goes with more of a religious like structure as it goes through a catastrophic event happening, a person going corrupt and defying the rules, two different groups working together to stop it, and world we would perceive as non-existing due to the otherworldly beings. So, if anyone has the time, I suggest you get a copy of this book and read it.

My mom

My mom

is a lioness,

My mom is a tornado,

My mom is a twig,

My mom is a flambé

The Ghandi of my family.

My mom is a queen,

My mom is a saint,

My mom is a warrior,

My mom is a nest,

full of love.

My mom is a hawk,

My mom is Santa Claus,

My mom is a spoiled milk,

My mom is gold,

My mom is a hard headed,

My mom is a shark,

My mom is a car,

that goes old but stays good.

My mom is a zebra,

My mom is fresh, fly, beast,

and awesome,

She is a needle in a haystack,

A fish out of water,

My mom is a double rainbow,

that shows up after a stormy day.

My mom is a cake,

My mom is the wind,

She is the building,

left standing standing after a earthquake.

Because of who she is,

I am (was) kind, caring,

gentle, relaxing, talented,

able to take challenges,

focus on my goals,

and not look like a fool when playing badminton.

So I thank her,

for how she's taken care of me,

and hope she lives long,

So one day,

I can be like her.

My average day



1. I stayed up late yesterday watching The Fresh Pince of Bel-Air.  (Awesome Show!!!)

2. I almost went oustside in my boxers but since I felt a breeze, I knew I had to put something on.

3. I started my computer only to find out that somehow I ended up watching Barney on Youtube last night.  (Hey, it was late, really can't blame me. I felt as unbalanced as a drunkard when your laying down on the bed)

4. The Barney theme song is stuck in my head.

5. Everytime I think about a comic or superhero, I start thinking about Spider-man dancing like a little girl to a wierd Japanese song.

6. Everytime I go to the mall, I feel as thoguh i'm going to get kicked out since I did get kicked out once.

7. I was sleeping in my room on the floor. (I realized that when I woke up)

8. Iroically, the air matress I decided to sleep on was on top of me when  I woke up.

9. When a computer goes to your screen saver after not being used, when mines went to it after I woke up, it said haha.

10. I forgot I was in 8th grade once and kept on roaming the 7th grade hall once in my other school so I was ten minutes late to class.

11. While playing basketball, I went to the half-court and threw the ball, it bounced back and hit me in the head.

The most exhilarating day of my life (after going to watch Jurassic Park)

        It was midnight, everybody was asleep, all that was heard was the the faint snore from the room downstairs. I was impelled to just jump out the bed and take a deep breath and yell "I FEEL AMAZING!!", but I didn't knowing that if I did, I might cause a riot. My cousin was sleeping after he urged me to stay awake (I knew he would fall asleep). I felt a profound intensity of adrenaline, I jutted out the bed and to the kitchen. Something strange was happening, it was as though the universe itself had stopped and I was the only human being left alive. The house was as silent as a mute and as dark as a moonless night. I felt like a sage who lived forever containing all knowledge about the Earth, but feeling as reclusive as a shadow. My voice reverberated in the empty halls, and all was done.

        The thoughts of a sudden disaster haunted me as though I was the evil in everyone's heart. My affability started to leave and I started to abhor everything and anything I knew, but then, there was a click, and I turned around, it was my cousin. He looked at me with a interminable gaze that was as despondent as a corpse. He began to entreatly ask me what was wrong to which I responed with "I can't sleep", So he turned around, and went to his room, leaving me empty halls of my uncle's house again (being a type of person who thinks of all possible solutions, I began to think that something bad was happening, I was the needle in a haystack, and that maybe I wasn't what I thought I was, if you counted all my thoughts and put them on paper, you could easily get a anthology of 1000+ pages if you typed them on Microsoft word). Then suddenly I felt amiss and out of order which I knew would cause my irascible side to come out since even the smallest of things could make me the living hulk.

I decided to fight the urges of going outside to play ding-dong ditch with the neighbors and drunk some warm milk to no prevail. Being a expert in remembering a design, I quickly found my way to my laptop and started to play Fancy Pants Adventure, By the time it was 6 AM, I felt the effects of the warm milk come into play and finally decided to go to sleep.

My uncle.

My uncle,
fun and spontaneous,
he is 3 years older than me,
but a lot taller.


He's like the crack in the breeze,
he thinks that the color white represents hope,
while I think it represents everything good.


He's not as dark as me,
but has a dark tan on him,
he's not as narcissitc as me,
but come's close.


He trys to light the fire,
in the deepest part of the ocean.
To him,
life is a game.


We live different lives, but
feel the same about videogames, as though they are our own.
He says dusk is over with daylight,
but I say shut up.


We are uncle and nephew,
but are close as brothers,
we love to eat chicken,
we don't think vegetarians are fun,
and love to bug my sister.


He was scared of my parrot,
to which I almost laughed to death,
I couldn't force him to come in,
since he's 7 inches taller than me,
when I said I will, he said bring it on.


So that's a bit about my uncle,
hope you enjoyed,
because if you didn't
I don't care about you at all.