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Wednesday, January 19

  1. page Poetry Portfolio edited My best friend #1 My best friend’s heart is as big as my mom’s minivan, Thoughtful and trustwort…
    My best friend #1
    My best friend’s heart is as big as my mom’s minivan,
    Thoughtful and trustworthy
    Our bond is like two rings interconnected,
    Sharing laughs and spreading joy
    My best friend is like a four leaf clover,
    Lucky to have but extremely hard to find
    We share secrets like we are in kindergarten again
    Always there for each other when needed most.
    There from the start,
    Together till the end,
    That’s what I call best friends.
    To me, our friendship is like a rainbow,
    Each color is a different adventure.
    Every adventure is like a brand new story to tell,
    Exciting and juicy with detail.
    If I ever lost my best friend, it would be like losing a sock,
    I’d never be able to find the other match,
    My best friend is as bright as the sun,
    Blinding with life and beauty.
    Our friendship is like a never ending road,
    It’s going to last forever.
    There from the start,
    Together till the end,
    That’s what I call best friends.
    SANTA #2
    Sneaking so quietly to see if he’s there
    Awaking in the middle of the night,
    Nothing new, cookies still there
    Till I finally shut my eyes for good
    Arise in the morning to find the milk has been drunk, with one cookie to spare.
    Lazy Nights #4
    Sultry summer night,
    Lost with friends
    On a beach at dusk
    The tunes start to play
    With the soft strums of a guitar
    The waves crashing behind us
    In perfect harmony
    Miles away from home
    The scents of the seaweed
    And the sand,
    Squishing in between your tores
    Moonlight casting shadows
    As I watch the stars in the sky
    And listen to the crickets chirp
    Breezy air,
    Along with perfect smells
    Marshmallows roasting over the flames.
    Oozing and dripping down my hand.
    The essence of the fire,
    My favorite part.
    I stay up late,
    And I sleep in.
    And the best of all is when I wake up at sunrise
    And realize that when I go home,
    There are fresh, hot pancakes of fried perfection, made of fluffy, warm, buttery goodness awaiting my taste buds.
    Pure bliss.
    (Change: Pick one line and make it as descriptive as you can.)
    Christmas #5
    As the snow begins to fall
    Smiles start to grow
    And the laughter and joy fill the air.
    Baking cookies and setting out milk,
    Eating the raw dough before it’s even in the over.
    While singing along to Christmas music.
    Decorating the Christmas tree,
    Fighting over who gets to put the angel on top,
    Stringing lights and candy canes.
    Eagar to open the presents that magically appeared, placed under the tree,
    That says “Santa’s Helper” on the from line.
    The clock strikes, it’s time for bed
    Awoken by the sounds of Santa’s sled.
    White #6
    Snow falls for the first time
    Translucent faces all around
    Snowball fights
    The lace jacked, cuddled to her body
    We drink hot cocoa with mini marshmallows
    And enjoy eggnog for the holidays
    Exhaling the frosted air
    We build snowmen
    As our hands turn bloodless
    Toasty warm milk and cookies
    Soothe out faint bodies
    What a great end to a glistening winter day.
    Seasons #8
    Autumn leaves
    Fall to the ground
    Red, orange
    Yellow and brown
    Colors changing
    All around
    Getting time to wear
    A heavier coat
    As temperatures turn twenty below,
    The wind blows
    And down comes
    Autumn leaves.
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Monday, December 20

  1. page Poetry Portfolio edited ... Red, orange Yellow and brown Colors chaning changing All around Getting time to wear
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    Red, orange
    Yellow and brown
    Colors chaningchanging
    All around
    Getting time to wear
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  2. page Poetry Portfolio edited ... That’s what I call best friends. SANTA #2 Awaking in the middle of the night, Sneaking so…
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    That’s what I call best friends.
    SANTA #2
    Awaking in the middle of the night,
    Sneaking so quietly to see if he’s there
    Awaking in the middle of the night,
    Nothing new, cookies still there
    Till I finally shut my eyes for good
    Arise in the morning to find the milk has been drunk, with one cookie to spare.
    I wish you were here #3
    The silence is relaxing
    They’re not use to it
    So many memories
    Of anger and fighting fill the room
    Bags still packed,
    On the floor
    As if they were just there,
    It’s finally happy and peaceful.
    A new start.

    Lazy Nights #4
    Sultry summer night,
    ...
    On a beach at dusk
    The tunes start to play
    With the soothesoft strums of
    The waves crashing behind us
    In perfect harmony
    ...
    White #6
    Snow falls for the first time
    OpaqueTranslucent faces all
    Snowball fights
    The ivory jacked islace jacked, cuddled to
    We drink hot cocoa with mini marshmallows
    And enjoy eggnog for the holidays
    Exhaling the ghastlyfrosted air
    We build snowmen
    ...
    hands turn lifelessbloodless
    Toasty warm milk and
    Soothe out faint bodies
    What a great end to a glistening winter day.
    Joy is… #7
    Joy is having the warmth of a blanket
    It’s when a generous heart offers me money on the streets
    When I get to see my family for the first time in years.
    Joy is when I finally find a job and am able to buy shelter.
    To me, joy is living - and being given a second chance in life.
    (Written from the perspective of a young man who got involved in drugs and became homeless.)

    Seasons #8
    Rain dropsAutumn leaves
    Fall to the ground
    The leaves are turningRed, orange
    Yellow and brown
    And fallingColors chaning
    All around
    NeedGetting time to buywear
    A heavier coat
    The trees move,As temperatures turn twenty below,
    The wind blows
    As I see theAnd down comes
    Autumn leaves.
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  3. page Poetry Portfolio edited ... A new start. Lazy Nights #4 Sultry summer night,’ night, Lost with friends On a beach a…
    ...
    A new start.
    Lazy Nights #4
    Sultry summer night,’night,
    Lost with friends
    On a beach at dusk
    ...
    (Written from the perspective of a young man who got involved in drugs and became homeless.)
    Seasons #8
    Rain dripsdrops
    Fall to the ground
    The leaves are turning
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Sunday, December 19

  1. page Poetry Portfolio edited My best friend #1 My best friend’s heart is as big as my mom’s minivan, Thoughtful and trustwort…
    My best friend #1
    My best friend’s heart is as big as my mom’s minivan,
    Thoughtful and trustworthy
    Our bond is like two rings interconnected,
    Sharing laughs and spreading joy
    My best friend is like a four leaf clover,
    Lucky to have but extremely hard to find
    We share secrets like we are in kindergarten again
    Always there for each other when needed most.
    There from the start,
    Together till the end,
    That’s what I call best friends.
    To me, our friendship is like a rainbow,
    Each color is a different adventure.
    Every adventure is like a brand new story to tell,
    Exciting and juicy with detail.
    If I ever lost my best friend, it would be like losing a sock,
    I’d never be able to find the other match,
    My best friend is as bright as the sun,
    Blinding with life and beauty.
    Our friendship is like a never ending road,
    It’s going to last forever.
    There from the start,
    Together till the end,
    That’s what I call best friends.
    SANTA #2
    Awaking in the middle of the night,
    Sneaking so quietly to see if he’s there
    Nothing new, cookies still there
    Till I finally shut my eyes for good
    Arise in the morning to find the milk has been drunk, with one cookie to spare.
    I wish you were here #3
    The silence is relaxing
    They’re not use to it
    So many memories
    Of anger and fighting fill the room
    Bags still packed,
    On the floor
    As if they were just there,
    It’s finally happy and peaceful.
    A new start.
    Lazy Nights #4
    Sultry summer night,’
    Lost with friends
    On a beach at dusk
    The tunes start to play
    With the soothe strums of a guitar
    The waves crashing behind us
    In perfect harmony
    Miles away from home
    The scents of the seaweed
    And the sand,
    Squishing in between your tores
    Moonlight casting shadows
    As I watch the stars in the sky
    And listen to the crickets chirp
    Breezy air,
    Along with perfect smells
    Marshmallows roasting over the flames.
    Oozing and dripping down my hand.
    The essence of the fire,
    My favorite part.
    I stay up late,
    And I sleep in.
    And the best of all is when I wake up at sunrise
    And realize that when I go home,
    There are fresh, hot pancakes of fried perfection, made of fluffy, warm, buttery goodness awaiting my taste buds.
    Pure bliss.
    (Change: Pick one line and make it as descriptive as you can.)
    Christmas #5
    As the snow begins to fall
    Smiles start to grow
    And the laughter and joy fill the air.
    Baking cookies and setting out milk,
    Eating the raw dough before it’s even in the over.
    While singing along to Christmas music.
    Decorating the Christmas tree,
    Fighting over who gets to put the angel on top,
    Stringing lights and candy canes.
    Eagar to open the presents that magically appeared, placed under the tree,
    That says “Santa’s Helper” on the from line.
    The clock strikes, it’s time for bed
    Awoken by the sounds of Santa’s sled.
    White #6
    Snow falls for the first time
    Opaque faces all around
    Snowball fights
    The ivory jacked is cuddled to her body
    We drink hot cocoa with mini marshmallows
    And enjoy eggnog for the holidays
    Exhaling the ghastly air
    We build snowmen
    As our hands turn lifeless
    Toasty milk and cookies
    Soothe out faint bodies
    What a great end to a glistening winter day.
    Joy is… #7
    Joy is having the warmth of a blanket
    It’s when a generous heart offers me money on the streets
    When I get to see my family for the first time in years.
    Joy is when I finally find a job and am able to buy shelter.
    To me, joy is living - and being given a second chance in life.
    (Written from the perspective of a young man who got involved in drugs and became homeless.)
    Seasons #8
    Rain drips
    Fall to the ground
    The leaves are turning
    Yellow and brown
    And falling
    All around
    Need to buy
    A heavier coat
    The trees move,
    The wind blows
    As I see the
    Autumn leaves.

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Tuesday, November 23

  1. page Critical Essay edited ... With Helen still not being able to understand what she is really saying, Annie thinks it is be…
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    With Helen still not being able to understand what she is really saying, Annie thinks it is best for Helen and her to just be alone. She moves into a small abandoned cabin located in the fields and decides to make it Helen's new home. By that, i mean she feels that being able to spend alone time with Helen constantly and having Helen depend on her 24/7 will make it easier for her to learn. Patience is key here. Annie has to work with Helen almost all day to try and make her understand better. After time, she eventually learns what the words she was once a stranger too - mean. They continued working everyday over and over again, learning new words and making Helen try to understand and feel what the words meant. Helen successes over time and becomes accomplished through out her life although she still struggles with being both deaf and blind.
    Elie, in Night by Elie Wiesel comes across several puddles through out his journey. Elie and his family, being Jewish, get sent to a concentration camp when he was only just a young boy. When they first arrive to the camp, the women and the men get separated in to different lines. Little did they know, this was the last time they would ever see each other again. As the smoke forms above the building, fear strikes them all. Who would be sent to the crematory and who would not? Elie saw it as one of the scariest moments possible. Gripping on to his father. Not letting them be torn apart. One at a time, being sent into two different lines. Worried as can be as to what will happen next. They pass. But just for now. Elie and his father soon have to go through selection. A time of choosing who dies, and who stays until they can take no more. Every time is the same. Act, look, breathe and speak strong as if you haven't even began to crack yet. Elie was once told to run through selection and not to even glimpse at Nazi's. Elie ran as fast as he ever had and sooner than he knew it, he was through the doors.
    ...
    on foot. The guards ran with everyone, in hopes of intimidating them all. Who ever
    ...
    be shot. No matter who you were, it was indifferent. Bodies dropping
    ...
    weakness, and starvation,starvation. Everyone was turning sedentary. Elie had
    ...
    run, run. Every step was another step towards proximity. But once
    ...
    the guards, thatsthat's when youthey knew they
    ...
    One step closer to becoming free.closer.
    So next time you come across a puddle on a path, you have a choice - yes, the puddle will always be there, it's not going anywhere, but you can either choose to fall in it, or jump over it.
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