Blogs that i enjoyed reading and liked!!!!!

 I like Amani's blog, because it shows a lot of hard work and effort. Her work is outstanding and shows a lot of deep feelings and emotions. Her poems really reflect off of her feelings in which makes the poem more creative. One of her poems called Lina<3 i enjoyed it verymuch,because i can see she put alot of emtion into it. Her writing makes movies in my mind which i enjoy, because everytime i read her poems the creat scenes. Also i can feel what shes feeling in her poems.

 I like kamillahs Blog, because her blog is full of creative poems. I really like her poem about the kiss, which was from a photo. I like it becuase  it shows creative deatils and emotions based on a picture thats worth a thousand words. Kamillah seems to be a strong writer through her writing and i enjoy reading them!

  I like Daniels blog because it seems like they all come natural. Im say this, because one of his poems called "N" made me think his poems really come from his tiny mind.. just kidding! This poem also made me think real life situations really inspired him to write this and i think its a good poem. I really like how he reveals his deep feelings through his words. One thing all these blogs have in common is that they all have creative poems done in their own way.

N

personally i
don't like this letter it makes
bad things i don't like

i got two N's ma
what does that mean?
mean's i need to shut up and
keep my mind clean

of anything that would cause me to
laugh, talk, or just straight up be loud
and i gotta get face outta the clouds

i need to work hard
cause now hardly workin'
i need some thin to day so i can't be seen lurkin
in the back of class laughin my ass off
like its no problem
but it is so

i do all work though
and now i know
how not to get an N

Posted by daniel at 9:08 PM 0 comments  

Sonnet

Sonnet

By: Learsi  Rodriguez

Her name was Dana, born on the first day.

Born on the New Year with a family.

Pretty yes she was, hair the color of hay.

Dana, my baby the pretty Twinkie.

Brightened up my day when I felt alone.

A humans best friend, for she was way more.

On a hot summers day we shared a cone.

I know I will still remember her loud roar.

The memories we had were so priceless.

For she will always be in my red heart.

Gone but not forgotten, she so fearless.

For the god has pulled nosotros apart.

My baby who is now in sweet heaven.

Young she will always be, yes eleven.

Found Poem: The final resting place

 we can not dedicate 

 we can not consecrate 

 we can not hallow 

on this ground.

For this is a final resting place.

who here gave their lives, 

the brave men,

who struggled.

Never forget what they did here, for this is a final resting place.

The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, for this is a final resting place.

They gave the last full measure of devotion -- that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain, for this is a final resting place.

we can not dedicate 

we can not consecrate 

we can not hallow 

on this ground.

For this is a final resting place.

Gettysburg Adress

Narritive poem: The tragic day

Happy, Excited, and Anxious i was feeling that day before IT happened.
We were going to the mall...yayyy!
She was so excited.
 so was I.
 we were going to the mall TOGETHER, bonding not knowing it would be the Last time.

 She was my 65 year old twin, hahahaha...
The only difference was she had grayish hair and i didnt.
Our faces were identical,  but  maybe a little bit different because of our age difference.
I loved her.
She loved me.

 As we walked through those doors seeing those shinning lights and colorful signs we admire them.
She loved them.
I loved them.
We talked, laughed, and sang(for no reason)
she enjoyed it.
I enjoyed it.
The smile on her face was priceless.
I would give anything to go back in time and see it again.
I miss her.
She misses me.
I know it.

 Happy and Super excited while walking home.
The smile on her face was pricless...
I felt like her smile was such an accomplishment, because i had THAT feeling.
We got home and sat at the dinner table with the family, yum... food was scrumptious and delicious.
We then sat as a family to just talk about random things.
Then all of a sudden... DISASTER STRUCK!
"I cant breathe, i cant breathe " is all i can hear her faint voice...
Im shaking, Im shaking.
There i knew she was leaving me, us... this world.
Tears ran down my cheek as i cannot hold my pain.
Her last words to me were " No me miras" dont look at me
I CRIED.
I CRIED.
I CRIED.

 The ambulance came and took her away.
I receive the phone call, Cries then silence...
GRANDMAS DEAD.
I let out a faint cry, then i burst into tears.
My world fell on top of me and i lost it.
I couldn't believe it.
I couldn't believe it.
She died.
She died.
Sad, devastated, and more sad... I was feeling that day after It happened.

The tragic day.

Response to poem the "starry Night" by: Anne Sexton

This is my response to the poem "Starry night": by Anne Sexton

When i first read the poem i thought to myself this poem has a lot of feelings and you can see all that when you just read the sentences. What i mean by this is the author says words explaining her feeling towards the painting by Van Gogh. Like shes giving descriptive words explaining how she wants to die, like shes really wants it to happen. This painting is by van gogh is what the poem starry night is based on. This stanza right here where she describes the painting and puts her feeling into it. ->"It moves. They are all alive. Even the moon bulges in its orange irons to push children, like a god, from its eye. The old unseen serpent swallows up the stars. Oh starry starry night! This is how I want to die:" As you can see Anne sexton is talking about the night sky and how beautiful and unique it is and how if she dies... she wants to die like that. I think this poem is very creative and unique. I think this, because this author had poetic feelings about the painting and comparing it if it was real, and as if the painting was part of the world. She described it in a way that would made you think that's the place you would wanna go if you die. Later on i discovered that Anne sexton committed suicide and the poem made so much sense after i read it again. She wrote this poem, because she knew that she wasn't going to stay in this world for too long for some reason she couldn't handle it. So she made this painting her after world image to make her think she was going to a better place. This is my response to the poem "Starry night" By: Anne Sexton

Draft #2

Once upon a time their was a girl named Aime and she loved to cheer. Robert and Julie were her adoptive parents and were so proud of her of how good she was at cheerleading. Aime loved to be a cheerleader because, it was a mix of things she enjoyed to do. Its a combination of gymnastics, dancing and stepping which is what she enjoys about it. Aime just loves when people call her Aime "the cheerleader" Jones, it always puts a huge smile on her face. Cheerleading means the world to Aime and it would hurt her so much if she wouldnt be able to do it anymore. Aime is going off to High school to become better at cheerleading, so that she will be able to go to Ramapo collage which is her dream collage. Aime is super duper excited and just cant wait to start!
    "Mom, dad im leaving to school wish me luck i love you guys" Aime shouted to her parents while she rushes to grab her stuff and leave out the door.
" Good luck honey we love you, and hope you have a nice day" Julie replied as she waves to her daughter goodbye. As Aime rushes to the bus stop she wonder How will school be like? and How will the cheer squad be like? While rushing to the bus stop she runs into someone "Clashhhhhhhhh!"
  " Hey could you watch where your going you knocked down my playdough model, do you know how long that took me to make?" Shouted an angrily girl Aime just ran into.
 " I'm so sorry i really didn't mean too, here i will take it home and fix it for you. It will be fixed by tomorrow, i promise" Aime said
 " Hey dont worry about it ,its fine. My name is Aurora by the way, you going to Emerson High?"
    "yeah and I'm Aime nice to meet you Aurora wana have luch together today?"
     "Sure i would love to come lets get on the bus before if leaves us behind" Aurora answerd
       Aime walks through the doors and just falls in love with the school its like she had a good vibe about it right away. Aime goes to her first class and she loves it. Second class and she loves it, and for the rest of the day she just loved it. The day ends and Aime meets up with Aurora...
      "Hey have you tried this...dont tell anyone i gave you this okay and you cant eat more than one a day okay, if not you dont know what will happen" Aurora whispered to Aime
     "What is it?" Aime said confusingly
      "Its called chocolate, it makes you feel so good and full of energy maybe it can help with having lots of energy for cheerleading" Aurora said
     "okay yea sure, i have to go to tryouts anyway rite now so let me have it" Aime responded
    On her way to the gym she felt so good and happy she already started loving chocolate and did great at her tryouts. Tomorrow they will let her know if she will be a flyer or a side. Aime starts to think if she eats lots of chocolate everyday she will get better and better, she knows by eating something that makes you feel good and looks good cant harm you... but shes wrong. Everyday before practice she ate 3 bars of chocolate since they dont sell them in stores she gets them from Aurora. Not knowing slowly, by slowly she gained weight and started to become sick.Shes a flyer and flyers are NOT FAT. Julie and Robert start to see Aime and how she is getting sick and fat, they dont know what is causing such a thing. So they decide to take her to the doctor saying shes just getting a check up, but they lied. Lieing isnt right but they did it so that their daughter can get better. When the doctor checked her out he knew right away what was wrong with her. She has become a chocoholic, which isn't good. Being a chocoholic means that you are addicted to chocolate and being addicted means that your body will soon be slower and not work the way it used to be. Aimes world came down on top of her and she started to cry, she thought it would have made her feel better and become better but it didnt. Now shes not able to do the thing she loves for a long time.

 One month passed and Aime is at a Hospital for Chocoholics and sits on her bed thinking how much she misses being a cheerleader. As she sits she says to herself "Oh, my how i wish i could cheer, i want to so badly"
 A nurse walks in and says "In about two days you will be the cheerleader you used to be", then a smile grows on her pale face and brightens up her day!

THE END

Authors note

Authors Note:
 Thousands of people all over the nation, are getting affected by cigarettes also the non smokers too.Even if the smokers are smoking around the people who are not, the other people can get sick by just inhaling the smoke caused by the cigarette. Smokers are getting sick and more sick by every cigarette they smoke. If people quit smoking i guarantee that the death rate of smokers will go down. Its very hard to quit, because one you smoke one, you want to smoke another. Its not your fault, because this is cause by the nicotine within the cigarette.I lost my grandmother two years ago to lung cancer. she has been smoking ever since she was 14 and quit when she was 67 and it was 3 months before her death. Of course our family was devastated and hurt very bad by this loss.

 In my story chocolate represents the cigarettes and how they are very addicting. The coco in the chocolate represents the nicotine within the chocolate. So how my main character Domo tries chocolate and cannot stop eating it, because he is addicted to it. Domo represents the smoker in my story. As a result he gets sick and cannot do the activities used to doe when he didnt eat chocolate at all.

 This story came out of my feelings, my grandmother who has passed inspired me to write this, because i want the nation to quit because a loss is the most hurtful thing that could happen to a person. Especially when they are related to you. I love you grandma < Teresa Rodriguez Dec22 1942- Dec 2008>