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Whistling trees tremble as the night became darker. Light splattered like glass while I was under my bed. After dancing quickly to the beat of the Techno music, like a drug addict feeling the adrenalin rushing through my veins, I stopped for a hot and sweaty five seconds, still hearing the music bumping, the feet stomping, and hands clapping. David Walking rapidly down the abandoned ghetto street, a white man with a black and white bandana, quickly stole a lady's purse, like a racoon. Luis C 5th Grade Poetry Throwing quills rapidly on Pluto street, the fat porcupine exploded towards the gas station to to heaven, like a bomb. High School Poetry By Nico Rodriguez Limping slowly back to his cold, dark lonely cave, the golden brown African lion held his scared head up high, like a fearless warrior, full of pride, after a long bloody fight. Gloria Medrano Starting to feel love…. Breaking hearts, yet to come…. Hurting wounds, yet to heal…. Aching souls, yet to feel…. Most of All By Juan Sanchez Most of All As they grow, they sit attached to an umbilical cord for nine months. But they’re not wanted so they are killed at once. They were created in a passionate love. Now they await their death in a puddle of blood. These creations don’t mean to bother. So that doesn’t give you the right to have them slaughtered. I wonder what goes through your head. At first you wanted them, and now you want them dead. What destiny is there to follow if you don’t give them a choice? After you kill them, long after there death, you’ll still hear there voice. Your heart will hear your baby crying out, “Mama!” You’ll suffer more after they are dead with a great deal of karma. Killing ain’t always the solution. You gotta believe and don’t let your bad thoughts win in this confusion. You gotta fight for what’s right Have faith in God and he’ll show you the light. Remove the blur that’s covering your sight, and begin to see. No one should have the right to say who dies, but their destiny. I thank my parents even though we didn’t have money. They still didn’t think of aborting me. So appreciate life to the fullest extent, and beyond. Cuz immortal technique said that you never know what you got until it’s gone. Blown off the face of the earth like a nuclear bomb, life wasn’t meant to be calm. I appreciate every thing in life from friends to family, but most of all I love my Mom. Marilyn V Crying on my bed, the dark tears impede my clear memories. I feel confused. I feel so strange. Every single thing is odd in my young and pink mind. I can not see the same things that I saw before I arrived. I have cried a lot. I think that I am forgeting my memories. I try to watch through the window, but I can not see anything. Maybe my absurd and dark tears do not let me see yet, and my Spanish words can not help me clear them. I can not see, but I can hear. I am listening with new and warm words, nevertheless, still confused, still crying on my bed. The time has passed. I begin to feel better. I do not know the reason. Like an arrow, an affectionate feeling through my mind that I can not quite see, but I always feel. And I feel love. My family is with me, And my Mexican friends will never forget me. It is now that I know, that my memories are not in the cool things that I watch. My prized memories are, thank God, fixed in my intense heart. I do not cry anymore on my bed. I guess that the warm English words have dried my tears.
Walking slowly, eating chocolate chip cookies that looked like dalmations, Laura stayed inside the house. Juan V below the dark narrow bridge, hiding from the killing monsters, like in a different world, we found the boat. Sticks and stones can break my bones but love will just confuse me. Confusion makes a wretched connection with the brain tissue, which results in a headache. Like a pin drop of rain, so pure to tease. Its odd how a woman goes back to the same beginning hoping for change when all she finds is pure déjà vu. Only that is not déjà vu anymore; it's repetitive memories which re-enact because the woman let's it happen once more. Love is what humans like to feel and receive from others, but love comes with its hurt, and with its lust. Love is all we desire; love makes one's world go round. It stings like a bee out of its hive. It makes you realize that it was air you were inhaling all your life. It's the natural high and the natural low. calico cat, who had been mistaken for a typical stuffed animal, sprinted hastily like a frightened rabbit, out through the half- opened window on the far side of the colorful room, and climbed as fast as its paws could take it, into the safety of a nearby cherry blossom tree, where it soon disappeared into the thick blanket of small pink leaves, and thick broken branches. -Michelle Gonzalez Maurico Badillo
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Juan Balderas: A young man walking down the street was crying with tears, like shooting stars sliding down his face. Octavio Oralle: As I sat in my lonely room in the middle of May, the only things I could hear were the rain drops hitting the roof like gun shots one block away. Ocativo Oralle: On a cold, dark night -as dark as the inside of a black coffin buried ten feet under the cold sand on a moonless night, in a frightening forest, where no one ever walks -I met the one thing I had never expected to find. Cosme Campos: Hitting the sand, leaving small craters, the dirty shells of the machine gun fell out like a meteor shower. Jesus Alvarez While riding my black skateboard, doing tricks, to imitate the pro skaters, I collided like an asteroid into a lady wearing a red dress. Rushing to destroy their tanks, with rocks being thrown like shooting stars smashing into the round, grey, shining moon, the soldiers tried to destroy their enemy.
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Jonathan Moreno:
One chance is all you have when you are facing your opponent on the mat. You and your opponent are wrestling for one thing and one thing only, and that is to be number one. The match is over; the ref is about to announce the winner. There is a moment of silence between you, your opponent and the crowd. Thoughts running through your mind, goose bumps tingling down your spine, the ref raises your hand, and you are crowned the best. |
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Seed Sentence Help Page Adjectives/Describing
words (little, big)
Verbs
(walked, ate, ran)
Adverbs / Ly words (slowly, quickly) Prepositional
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Simile/Juliet
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like the sun
Metaphor/Juliet
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the sun
Grammar Terms used in Lit./ Resources IEP's Shakespeare Lesson http://www.computerlab.kids.new.net/reading_sites.htm |