Books

they are made of paper.
they can be bound many different ways.
man, they sound like fun
there are funny ones,
there are sad ones,
even confusing ones,
but they are all books.
I
LOVE
BOOKS!

Bored

BORED.
Bored.
I'm so bored.
BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOrrraaanggg.
Bored.
he's bored,
she's bored,
They are all bored,
we are all bored,
Just bored.
Plain old bored.
bored.
bored?
bored!
bored>
bored:
a boring day,
sitting around,
doing boring stuff
bored.
everyone is bored,
Not any more!

another pointless poem

"Salve!"

"Salve!"

Nouns!

Verb Conjugations!

Idioms!

Caecilious!

Grumio! 

Ancillas!

DELECTAT!

It's fun to learn something that doesn't exist.

A poem

staring at a screen.

tired, bored.

nothing comes to mind.

typing new words,

then deleting them.

sitting there for hours.

wasting time.

walking away to eat,

sleep, read.

but it still bothers you.

It's a common disease. 

Writers Block

that wierd day

I was standing on the corner. I was listening to the raindrops drumming on the hood of my dark purple raincoat. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the flash of a lightning bolt. I started to count. "One-onethousand, two-onethousand, three-onethousand, Fo-"
"BOOM"
I stopped my counting. The storm was about three miles away, if that theory is true. Four about an hour I did that, the storm mostly stayed about the same difference from where I was standing.
A bus showed up at the stop.
"Watch your step it's slippery" warned the driver.
I nodded my head, smiled and carefully proceeded up the steps to the back of the bus. I noticed a dark hooded figure follow me up the stairs and to the back. The bus was empty, except for a few mysterious people who were fast asleep. The bus drove away. I watched the rain slide down the window. About every couple of minutes, lightning flashed and I could see the dark brick houses lining the street.
"Wana see somethin' cool?"
I turned to my right and saw the dark figure sitting in the seats across from me.
"Yea sure, I'm kinda bored."
"Look at fatty driving."
I looked at him. Nothing was happening so I looked at the man with a questioned look on my face.
"Go on, look" he persisted.
I watched the driver, as I watched a supernatural force ripped apart his body. First, his arms, then his ears, and finally his head. I was frozen in my seat. I got on the floor in a croutched postition and threw up. I hear the man next to me chuckling. I felt my body jolt forward straight into the seat. I felt a sharp pain in my ribs and also in my stomach. I looked over at the man. His hood had came off during the crash. His head was a pale white and his eyes were bright red. I was immediatly terrified, I felt a warm feeling near my groin area. I looked down at my pants. I had pissed myself. I chuckled, it was suddenly stopped when I looked up at the face of the demon man staring down at me. I felt a force pulling at my arms, I watched as my arms were  ripped off my body, and hearing the demon laugh. The next thing I knew I was staring at my ceiling. 

"Wow, that was a scary dream." I muttered. I sat up and placed my hands on my lap, it was soaked. 

"Oh man, I pissed myself."

I walked to the bathroom, showered, and put on new clothes. I walked down the hall to the closets with blankets, grabbed one. I walked back into my room, grabbed my pillow and went to sleep on my purple carpeted floor.

"Call me Ishmail. That's what I would like to be called." I told my teacher, Mr. Wyatt. It was the first day of school and teachers usually ask what we would like to be called. I chose Ishmail for some reason, it sounds like a really cool name I guess. It is better than my real name, Zeus. NO ONE is called Zeus anymore, I have no clue why my parents named me that.

"Okay..... Mr. Ishmail, why do you like to  be called that?" asked the teacher.

"Uhh it's cool idk." Good God what a dumb question, Mr. Wyatt has not been impressing me at all today. First of all his nerdy glasses, hunched back, and bright tennis with a collar shirt with a tie really is not helping the first impression, plus this is history class, my least favorite.

" Now class I want you to write about something that happened this summer in the eyes of another person, just like how HISTORY is told."

Writing. Yes, first day of school. Man I'm very excited, I'll just write a whole book about some random thing that I was involved in this summer! I grabbed my brand new mirado pencils from my pocket. I walked over to the manual sharpener, stuck the pencil in, then turned the handle. Wow, Wyatt has one thing good about him. His pencil sharpener is incredibly smooth. After about ten smooth turns I took the pencil out, I blew the remaining shaving off the tip then walked over to my desk. I started my memoir. After thirty minutes of hard brainstorming and writing I lifted my head off the desk. There was a small puddle of drool on my paper which was soon wiped off on my pants. I read my paper. This is how it went:

Ishmail the great, born  april 4th 1992.

Man what great history I thought.

Shades of gray

If it is not defined then what is it?

Something in between or just different?

Well, whatever it is, It’s really weird,

Not black, Not white, but gray.

Different shades, just confusing.

To me, all it is, is nonsense.

Craziness,

Shades of gray

Thundarr(literary magazine)

With muscular arms,

and strong hands,

he grips the sun sword tightly,

He raises the sword above his head,

quickley thrusting downward,

he chops the evil wizard in half,

he saves the world,

"Ookla, Ariel, Ride!",

A man of few words,

but many deeds,

Is gone to save the world,

Once again,

He is Thundarr

Tribute to the guy who wrote part of this poem(magazine)

"It little profits that an idle king, 

by this still hearth,

among these barren crags matched with an aged wife."

I want to fly,

Have the wind mess up my hair,

Instead of my pillow,

I crave the feeling,

of feeling waitless,

or even scared,

The most thrilling thing of my life,

is not remembering an episode of the Eddie Griffith show,

I now renounce the throne to m rocking chair kingdom,

Sky-diving here I come,

but wait,

I can't miss the 6 o'clock news.

Vern the cat

Vern was a cool cat,

He knew where it was at,

That cat ate some cheese,

That cheese was good,

He asked the rat " may I have some more? Please?"

The rat said "It can make you as dead as wood"

Vern started to see fog,

That cat was as dead as a log!

OBSERVING POEM(literary magazine)

In a pit of brown dust, 

he walks with a wood plank,

He's got Army written on his chest,

Perhaps not a soldier,

But he must fulfill his duty,

and follow commands,

taking orders from his Seargeant,

 he does them without question,

on the inside he is tired,

of the tyranny that awaits him day after day,

thinking why can't you do you it?,

But all he gives is a smile and a yes sir,

He keeps his hands steady to be sure his fellow Private,

does not miss the nail,

from the reflection of the bright sun on the nail,

He sees victory

Sonnet 1

He walks away again, from the thing he

loves most; dropping the leather on the ground,

failing seven of ten times is the key,

He knows that never hearing that loud sound,

Brings an enormous smile to his face,

Thoughts of euphoria expand his mind,

All the things he could do, not as the ace,

Maybe there  could be someone else to find,

That game they played sure was pretty boring,

All that crap about playing in college,

Thinking about that life gets him crying,

Everyday practicing getting that edge,

Maybe that game wasn't even that bad, 

Couldn't dream of losing all that he had.

literary magazine

I liked the artwork but I think That it should correspond a little with what the poem or story is saying.

I think that the titles should be shown clearly.

I liked the illustrations with the poems and stories. 

I liked that there were photos of everyone on the back of the magazine.

I really liked the small design.

I think that the cover should be completely black. In tribute to spinal tap

my other narrative poem(magazine)

he wakes up,

wishing not to be beat up,

but his brother walks in room,

the small boy knowing his  doom,

nursing the bruises,

and the scabs from the nooses,

everyday just hurting worse,

there must be some kind of curse,

getting picked on at school,

makes him a fool,

sucking up the embarrassment every day,

to banged up to even play,

he takes the beating,

but it never comes,

as though his enemy was fleeing,

he stops hearing the sound of battle drums,

but the sense of love, 

his brother symbolizing a dove?

the boy feels very snug

his brother gave him a hug!

Robin

Who is this Batman guy?

I can do everything that

He can do and

I am just a kid!

Just cause he has

Rodent shaped ninja stars

And a cool car

Everyone thinks he is all that,

 He gets

All

The credit,

If I did not turn up

 the temperature Bruce

would never have caught

Mr. Freeze

What about the time

I was fighting the Penguin?

I almost had him

But Bruce barged in

And knocked him out!

And because of

Bruce’s advice I was captured by

Two Face and The Riddler

Alfred always makes

 A big deal about how

I was Beat up

By a girl

But it was

Cat woman

And I had two

Sprained ankles from

Saving Bruce

From 5 huge bankrobbers

With guns

I am so much better

Than him

I deserve way

more credit than I receive

One day

Bruce will fail where

I will succeed

Then the people of Gotham

Will see

 The true hero

Me.

 

Hotdogs

Lay them on the grill,

Put the top won,

Cook until they are black and crispy,

place the soft white buns on the grill,

Cook until they are crispy,

 Put the juicy dog into the bun,

Squirt a line of mustard, 

between the hotdog and the bun,

Enjoy!

Diamonte

Decatur,

Small, loud

Rushing, driving, running

The square, Marta, T.V., couch

Sitting, watching, eating

Small, quiet

My house

narrative poem

I walked down the street,

to a simple beat,

I saw that dog peeing on the fire hydrant,

I kind of thought that it was very vent,

when I got to the store,

I wanted to buy more, 

food,

so I pood,

in the toilet,

but I can only regret,

Letting that dog pee on the fire hydrant.

chicken soup with rice by Maurice Sendak

January

In January it's so nice

While slipping on the sliding ice

To sip hot chicken soup with rice

Sipping once, sipping twice

Sipping chicken soup with rice

February

In February it will be

My snowman's anniversary

With cake for him and soup for me!

Happy once, happy twice

Happy chicken soup with rice

March

In March the wind blows down the door

And spills my soup upon the floor

It laps it up and roars for more

Blowing once, blowing twice

Blowing chicken soup with rice

April

In April I will go away

To far off Spain or old Bombay

And dream about hot soup all day

Oh, my, oh, once, oh, my, oh, twice

Oh, my, oh, chicken soup with rice

May

In May I truly think it best

To be a robin lightly dressed

Concocting soup inside my nest

Mix it once, mix it twice

Mix that chicken soup with rice

June

In June I saw a charming group

Of roses all begin to droop

I pepped them up with chicken soup!

Sprinkle once, sprinkle twice

Sprinkle chicken soup with rice

July

In July I'll take a peep

Into the cool and fishy deep

Where chicken soup is selling cheap

Selling once, selling twice

Selling chicken soup with rice

August

In August it will be so hot

I will become a cooking pot

Cooking soup of course-why not?

Cooking once, cooking twice

Cooking chicken soup with rice

September

In September, for a while

I will ride a crocodile

Down the chicken soup-y Nile

Paddle once, paddle twice

Paddle chicken soup with rice

October

In October I'll be host

To witches, goblins and a ghost

I'll serve them chicken soup on toast

Whoopy once, whoopy twice

Whoopy chicken soup with rice

November

In November's gusty gale I will flop my flippy tail

And spout hot soup-I'll be a whale!

Spouting once, spouting twice

Spouting chicken soup with rice

December

In December I will be

A baubled, bangled Christmas tree

With soup bowls draped all over me

Merry once, merry twice

Merry chicken soup with rice

I told you once, I told you twice

All seasons of the year are nice

For eating chicken soup with rice

I really like this poem because it's a fun catchy song and it adds things educating into it such as, the months of the year. I also read this book many times when i was growing up.

Sallie

Sarcastic

Atomic

lovely

longing

intellectual

entertaining

Stinky Brown Stuff

poop

monkey grass(literary magazine)

Flourish in the shade,

beautiful and long, the grass

moves with the calm wind

Golden Key

Underneath the rubble, a golden key lay. Zack saw it gleamering in the light. He dove in.

"Be careful you idiot!" yelled Billy, Zack's best friend. About ten minutes later Zack arose with a big smirk on his face, holding the key out for Billy to see.

"That's it?" asked Billy

"Yes, that is it, we can finally unlock the gates of hell" replied Zack.

Well, There are some things you need to know about Billy and Zack. They are two demons that were so kaotic they were sent out of hell onto Earth. On Earth they destroyed everything looking for the key. Right now the world population is about 20, Zack and Billy look like normal teenage humans. Zack is about 6'1, black hair, dark black eyes, and pale skin. Billy has, brown hair and blue eyes, he stands about 5'8 and pale skin aswell.

"Are you ready to go?" asked Zack

"Yes, I am ready to head up to Boston" replied Billy.

And so, the two young demons dead to the remains of the city once called Boston, where the gates of hell. They are going to destroy Satan and his empire because he kicked them out.

The ballad of George

One day George was driving to Maine from Georgia. He was going to  see the Dinosaur Jr. concert. On his way there he passed through the terrible city of Boston. He saw Bill Quorgan so George stabbed him in the jugular vein spewing blood 20 feet into the air. After 18 hours of non-stop driving and about 3 losing the cops, George arrives in Maine. When he got to the concert George realizes it was a Boys Like Girls concert. He was very angry. At the concert George was offered to do something illegal. He decided that his life couldn't  get any worse because he was at a Boys Like Girls concert and he was also wanted for murder. George tried the illegal substance and about and hour later George didn't have a life. Poor guy. 

Stuff in my life

The things in my life can be categorized three ways,

baseball, science, Earth, wind, fire, water, Gamecube, Sun, School, Blues, clean-air, Creative Writing are things I love, 

Boston, Boys like Girls, Billy Quorgan, cars, smell of cars, guns, Persians are the things i hate,

Sautee, tea, grilled cheese, chop, and batter are words that are used in a kitchen.

55 word short story

Johnny walked to the store. He wanted nachos, but they were $1.25! All he has is a stinking dollar! He went in and tried to compromise, but no deal. That clerk was a hard bargain. Johnny walked home. Head down. Something shiny in those leaves. He picks it up. A quarter! Those nachos tasted great.

The redsox(magazine)

Red, like the chunks of spaghetti sauce in my throw-up

Grey, like the disgusting spots in my chicken

Sox, makes me think about my fungified sweaty gym socks I have worn for weeks

O yea, and spell it right

They start fights with teams better than they are,

They don't respect one of the hardest working people in the world, 

You probably hate them just like me.

Boston Redsox.

My daily routine to school in the morning

At approxametly 7:00 a.m., I get out of bed. I turn on my ipod and get dressed. I then go and eat my breakfast sit down on the couch and watch sportscenter. When I am done eating I go into my bathroom, brush my teeth, listerine my teeth then pack my things for school. I leave my house when I am done and it is usually 7:40. I meet my friends Sean and joey up at the light by Coventry and Scott around 7:45. We start walking and at around 7:55 Eddie runs up beside us when we walk past whits-en, or on somedays he meets us near st. thomas moore when we walk to citgo some mornings. At about 8:10 on citgo days we arrive at citgo and buy stuff then we start walking on the tracks towards Decatur. Around 8:15 the crossing gaurd yells at us to get off the track. We walk on the sidewalk and cross the street towards the top Decatur parking lot. 8:20 we are under the library.

My dream

Sitting in my mom's maroon station wagon outback. We are driving up to the coventry-scott intersection. Im driving now and we start to spin out. We are constantly spinning. I wake up. It's just a dream.

pet peeves

Everyday my mom asks me the same questions about school. She asks who's in my classes, what classes I'm taking, what kind of homework I have and what I need to do in the homework. Also, she asks random questions about baseball that I don't know, that I've answered and that she knows just is asking because she "forgot". It's really annoying and retarted. One day I pitched poorly, my mom asked what happened? Did you have trouble throwing? Then acting like i never said anything after I replied that I did have trouble she asks 30 other quesitons about almost the same thing. I don't understand why she does it. I ask myself constantly. Is she just a complete idiot? Well whatever it is that she is, it's incredibly annoying.

What were you thinking when you had this picture made?

I'm excited that I got my braes off. I wish the lady could hurry up and take my picture so I can leave. I wonder where my mom will take me to eat because I'm really hungry.

Picture story

One day the bald boy, Larry, was wondering around the neighborhood on a cool fall day. Larry spotted his best friend named Bruiser. He was doing the exact same thing. 

"Hey there Bruiser, what's up?"

"Not much just walking around the hood. What about you Larry?"

"Oh, just the same." replied Larry.

"I heard that it's fun to lay down on our backs and look up at the clouds to see what shape they make." said Bruiser. So, Bruiser and Larry tried that. 

"Wow this sucks " said Larry "Who told you about this? They must be complete idiots."

"Yea! There's no point. They just look like clouds. I can't believe people do this. Lets leave."

Bruiser and Larry got up and walked home.

J adjectives

The jolly, Jamaican, Japanese man walked down the jupiter street. He saw a jittery, juicy, jumpy, rabbit run across the junky street. The Jamaican-Japanese man's jaguar-like senses jolted in. The man rocketed forward at jet-like speeds. When the rabbit was caught, it had on a yamika, therefore it must have been jewish. The dead body of the jewish rabbit felt jiggly in the man's hands. The man went back to his bush, he couldn't afford a house because he was jobless. He only owned a few possessions; guitar(which he played jazzy tunes on), jingle bells, and a chair. The man in the house across the street was a very jubulant person, The  jamacain-japanese man was very jealous.

Tornado day

I thought that my experience during the tornado warning was really boring. My friends and I sat on the wall and went to sleep. We were in the band room. I picked out a spot and my friends and I sat there. We talked for a little then dozed off from fatigue and boredness. I felt dull, like watching a plump rabbit in his small warm burrow during hibernation.

My pets

My cat Ginger was really cool. I used to pull on her tail and I played my keyboard on her "birthday".  Matilda my dog was funny because she didn't like anything that wasn't in my family. She would always lick my face when I was on the floor. My dog bobo was funny because he was a spaz. He would run everywhere. Bobo was a boston terrier and my dad found him my at my grandparents house.

summer evening

Warm, calm, relaxing. The sky is pink-ish orange. Looking straight at the sun hurts my eyes. The wind on the beach feels nice. Hearing the waves crash every second gives me a sense of euphoria. Out on the bay side you can see the flounder boats getting their lights ready. Huge spotlights providing enough light to see the flounder at the bottom.

The jaguar

The jaguar stalks hisprey, from the tall saharan grass. He can make out the top of the gazelle's antlers. His claws did deep into the ground to gain as much levrage as possible. Th Jaguar ready to pounce..

"BANG!" off the distance sounded a gunshot, the gazelle sprints away while the jaguar, lay on the ground in a pool of his own red fluid. He takes a a deep rest.

i would like to send to:

http://www.insightmagazine.org/contest/rules.asp

http://www.arts.sa.gov.au/site/page.cfm

pets that i love

My cat ginger was really cool. I used to pull on her tail and she never got mad. I also played the key board on her "birthday". Matilda my dog was funny because she didn't like anything that wasn't in my familly. When i was on the floor, she would always lick my face. My other dog bobo was funny because he was a spaz. He would run everywhere. Bobo was a boston terrier.

Baseball poem

When I breathe,

I smell the oily leather from my glove,

the soft clay on the pitchers mound,

and the dew from the grass.

When I walk,

I imagine the soft grass folding under my spikes,

and stretching in the outfield.

When I think,

I think about throwing,

hitting,

base-stealing.

When I eat,

I see myself eating a hotdog just off the charcoal grill at a game,

hearing the ball smack the mit,

with a loud popping noise,

as the pitch is thrown then caught.

When I talk,

I talk about players,

games I play in,

games I've watched,

how I pitch.

Baseball,

it's my life.

The Color Poem

Mauvelous is how I feel when I awake,
Not yet fullly bright and excited,
but almost there.
Mulberry when I'm embarrassed or suprised,
like when I'm called out in class for not listening
or scared when something jumps out behind a corner. 

I'm done for the day, electric lime, calm, watching t.v., 

Goodnight.