By: Madison Garcia
Red is all I see
Except for the man before me
Who pulled out a gun
And said he was done
With kids and their foolish ways
Laying on the ground
Without a sound
No one will hear me
No one will save me
now that I am gone
By: Madison Garcia
Red is all I see
Except for the man before me
Who pulled out a gun
And said he was done
With kids and their foolish ways
Laying on the ground
Without a sound
No one will hear me
No one will save me
now that I am gone
By: Emily Taylor
Cold, crisp, and chilly water meet my toes
Salty air like crunchy pretzels
Little crabs finding their home
Seaguls soaring like planes attempting to steal your food
Sand falling through my toes
Dolphins I see, the dogs of ocean
White noise and laughter
Sand sticking to everyone like glue
Who knew!
Sunglasses on my face
While someone opens the beverage case
Sunscreen on faces looking like Casper
Well, it was kind of a disaster!
Sunlight falling down like a waterfall
But thankfully my hat saves me like a hero
The ocean looking so peaceful, yet so violent
Waves crashing like thunder
Music in my ear, like the only sight I see
Wow!
I’m so thankful I’m here with my family
Reflection
1.) I published an Ode.
2.) I chose the beach as my subject fr my ode because I love the beach and because there are so many different ways to describe the beach.
3.) The tone of my poem is Joyful.
4.) The theme of my poem is there is no place like the beach.
5.)
a. “Sunlight falling like a waterfall”
This is a simile. It contributes to the tone and theme development of my poem because it is a very cheerful and positive line.
b. “Salty air like crunchy pretzels”
This is also a simile. It contributes to the tone and theme development of my poem because when people think of food, more specifically pretzels, they often think of happy thoughts.
6.) Revision
#1) The first revision I made was changing the word “flying” to the word “soaring” in line 4. I changed the word to soaring because I felt that soaring was a more advanced word and it gave more description to my poem.
#2) The second revision I made was changing the space between “Wow!” and the rest of the line. I gave the “Wow!” it’s own line because I felt that it needed more definition and more attention then what it had before.
7) My poem was mostly easy to write because I love the beach and making up positive lines about it isn’t that hard when you love it. I think the part that made it a bit difficult for me to write was the part of making the different lines of figurative language and being creative with my word choice.
8) I am satisfied with my final draft because I met all of the requirements and for the figurative language, I went over the requirements. I’m ado satisfied with it because at the beginning, I didn’t think I was going to be able to put in any rhyme into it, but at the end, I was able to.
Duamel Martinez
I hoped on to my laptop at about 7am very early. Then I stop to eat my breakfast around 10:40. The only reason i played was cause my family is tourn apart we just dont work good together like me with a golden scar. We dropped in salty ready to start our grind when all became white incluiding my eyes. I was knocked cold my heart stung like it came in contact with poison ivey I thought it was all over until my team member revived me. I said it must have took a miracle to survive that blast he said nah while you were inside I was still outside in the grass. But we all heard some footsteps and I said we need to leave but I a little but of a trick up my sleave. They all were loaded but i had a pump and as socas they came I turn and jumped hit one he got knocked and the his partners tried to spray but I pump and pumped then we got away we made it to circle I got to admit we were on a run but then i got the last kill yellow words apeard victory royal #1
By: Kaitlinh Nguyen
Every Friday you lure me,
Like a candy to a child.
You bring my bitter mood
Up like Christmas morning.
Programmed like a computer,
My automatic fingers dial and call the pizza bakery.
Tik tok,
Tik tok,
I watch the clock,
Waiting for my treasure.
The door rings.
Familiar smells invade my home,
And you arrive.
I guard you like a soldier,
Incase an intruder tries to steal.
My prized possession.
Like a missing piece of a puzzle
I take a slice of you,
Scrumptious,
Soft,
Succulent,
Pizza.
Yummy bits of cheese and bread
Invade my taste buds
And I welcome you with open arms.
Distracted by the tv,
I reach for another slice of you,
But unlike my stomach,
The box is empty.
Like a child finished with their candy,
I still craved more of you.
By: Natalie Beach
We are children
We have no say
We have no truth
Even though we try-
Even though we speak-
We will not be heard
We are just like you
Only young
Yet you can speak
You will be heard
If we must-
We shall scream
Scream our hearts out
In hopes that someone,
anyone, will hear us
Forever I scream
Never to be heard.
“IF ONLY” I scream.
If only…
For children have no say in truth.
Even now,
as these words flow out,
like a raging river,
I will not be heard.
These words will remain
on a blank, ripped page.
They think they know.
They think they care.
But in fact,
they lie.
They do not care-
We are just a number.
We speak-
We scream.
What is the point…
if we will never be heard.
So I remain in silence,
waiting…till the number falls.
By: Sanjana Vandanapu
Why Why Why, questions come across my mind, as I go through this tragedy
A monstrous attitude falls beneath me as I search for hope
The hope of breakthrough from this horrible adventure
Full of irritation, I continue this journey
Tears crawl down my eyes like lava releasing from a volcano
Strained arms,
From the exhaustion of mourning
A recurring feeling that never seemed to end
The clouds were ready to share my sorrow
The path of hope become difficult to obtain
This is the destruction of faith
This is a wildfire spreading through the forests of faith, destroying our aspirations This is sadness
by Molly Kaplan
You stand like a trophy,
gleaming in the soft light from the kitchen window.
Your plain exterior nothing compared to what you hold inside.
Two doors, only two doors stand before me
and your delicious contents.
I then open the door, and am greeted with a blinding flash of white light.
My eyes barley see anything but the blurred, illuminated outlines of food.
Like small edible jewels, waiting to be consumed.
If this were heaven, I would gladly go.
My eyes finally adjust to the light, and I behold the most breathtaking sight;
drawers of food line the inside of you, completed filled.
It seemed to beckon me to take something.
This was too good to be real,
it could only have been a dream.
By Toby McDonald.
Out in the forest,
Where the hills are alive,
And the campers roam free.
The trees loom overhead,
Showered in green,
And abundant in shade.
The overgrowth grows,
Like a carpet of green,
Nipping at the trail.
The sun and the breeze,
They felt nice in the air,
And then came the rain.
The rain started slow,
And then it got faster,
It suddenly stopped,
And all was good.
By: Bryn Varanelli
Again, for the third time this week,
I see on my phone, the same thing.
Our country is broken glass,
shattered and afriad of what comes next.
Tears and heartbreaks are shown everyday.
From just one man a family would never be the same.
And it continues, still happening day after day.
Concerning millions in our country.
But still we sit in silence, waiting for a response.
The violence never ends, always without a cause.