Dark Images

The sound of his blood

Roared again inside Ralphs ears

While piggy kept still

Dark images in their minds

The beast is coming for you

You can't have it all

But you can have the grandmother who is too frightened to leave the only home she has,

While her daughter has left to a new life.

You  can have the fear and anxiety of leaving your own home

Like an immigrant coming to a new country.

You can have a delicious sandwich that your mother makes everyday

Filled with delicious peanut butter which makes you smile in every bite.

You can have the one show that almost everyone will go to see

Except yourself.

You can have the ultimate vacation In which you have to avoid everything you touch

Since you are too afraid of getting sick.

You can have the kid who would always teases you and you are forced to avoid him when he comes near.

You can have the biggest show in the country

But in which you have to wait almost 2 hours to start since the star is too lazy to come.

You can have the non-moving street and midnight

With danger in almost every corner.

You can have the small cramped seat in the small cramped bus.

You can have the cold and freezing weather from New York city  witch makes you irritated when you

 come out of the hotel.

You can have the noise, shouts and beeping noises on traffic of every Friday.

You can have the street performer dancing in the cold weather and still tells his audience

He’s a happy man.

You can have the pouring rain and the cold hard blowing weather

Ruining part of your vacation.

You can have the horrible mornings when you wake up

With only complaints lying ahead.

You can have the millions of options of what to do in one of the greatest cities

And with your parents, who always pick the wrong one.

You can have the never ending line

That takes almost half of your whole day.

You can have the need to do everything you want

But in which you are too lazy to do so.

You can have the most wonderful, fancy restaurant

But with the not so fancy food.

You can have the most irritating friend who always annoys you

But is who you always seem to be talking to.

You can have the father who was born poor

But is now a happy wealthy man.

You can have the 2 hour drive which will only feel like

15 minutes when you are having fun

You can have the darkness of the streets corner,

Hoping for it to be nothing there.

You can have all those things that you already have today

But at one point you have to work to get all the stuff you can have

To live a better life.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Selected  by: Daniel Bouzas

SYNOPIS: Poems describing the wonders of the winter days and nights, and how it can give peace and happiness. Poets include William Shakespeare, Robert frost, A.R. Ammons, Wallace Stevens and many more.

Description: this notebook contains poems that have to do with winter and how it can always make me happy.  These poems make me remember  all the fun I had in winter or even help remember things from the past . The notebook includes stories of how I enjoy winter weather and some of these poems help me describe it. Some poems have stories witch can relate to my memories of winter, what I saw during it and also some thing that had happened. The notebook even includes a line from William Shakespeare, who I always enjoyed, from his play As you like it and also great description on my winter love from leah dsouza.

Poems:

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost

 Blow, blow, thou winter wind by William Shakespeare

Winter Chills by  Ellen Ni Bheachain

Winter-time by Robert Louis Stevenson

The Snow Man by Wallace Stevens

A Winter Message by Mark R Slaughter

Winter Scene by A. R. Ammons

Spellbound by Emily Brontë

The First Day of Snow by Iris Rain

Winters Love by leah dsouza

White ice- Benjamin Moore OC-58

He walked slowly                                                                                          

Heavy foot, crushing the soft snow

Nothing left but a dark print.

The wind

Blowing hard on his dark brown hair

Leaving small snowflakes in between each strand

He looked around

Nothing but white surrounded him

As if it were a piece of paper waiting

 to be written on.

He was alone

His family

Happily singing inside the dark car

Now gone

Unexpectedly crashing on the icy road

Wife and kids, now slept

In peace

He was alone

All that was left.

A small tear fell down his frozen cheeks

Holding all that was left of his hopes and dreams

 It fell fast

And splashed in the snow

Sinking down

His hands

Shaking

And don’t stop

His body

Freezing

as if he was stuck inside an ice cube

his veins slowed,

 turning into blocks of ice

causing his heart to beat sluggishly

as if freezing

he was over

he gave up

 his knees bent to the ground as if to lay there forever

but they didn’t

something shone in the distance

 hope, life, happiness

he got up and ran like he never had

his heart

slowly beating faster                    

the light was his only hope

hope for survivel

his only chance for life

the light got closer

he made out a house

closer, closer

the closer he came the faster he went

CRASH!

Small wood shreds flew across the cabin

And the door knob fell down on the broken down floor

He had done it

He had survived

In front of him were two pale figures

Both of them

Dressed in white colored clothes

His wife and kids

He looked down at himself

His both hands

Pale and cold

His clothes

All dyed with white ice.

He had gone

He was never alive

He had been all this time

One of them.

Diary of Anne Frank review

Tittle: Diary of Anne frank

Publisher:  Bantam Books

Genere:  Memoir

Where did you get it? :  I got it from a friend of mines in English class, I’ve heard of this book and I thought it was interesting to know how she felt during this time and all the suffering she had gone through.

One sentence summary: the story is about a thirteen year old Jewish girl called Anne Frank (who later turns 14) who is forced to flee out of their home in Amsterdam since all the Jews were being captured by the Nazis. She went into hiding with her family in a “Secret Annexe” of an old office building and is forced to live there with another family called the Vaan Dans including other people like Mr. Dussle and is forced to stay their till the war is over. Anne Frank explains her relationships with these new people around her and her experiences in the house while she faces hunger, boredom and the fear of being discovered.

First sentence:  Sunday, 14 June, 1942. On Friday, June 12^th, I woke up at six o’clock and no wonder; it was my birthday.

First Chapter review: the first entrée of the book she explains how she woke up in the day of her birthday and it also shows how she is obedient about the rules of her house since see explains that she wasn’t allowed to get up at that time. She then explains that she got her diary for her birthday and writes it as if she’s talking to another person, for example, when she says “the first to greet me was you”. The rest of the chapter she tells us that she was spoiled with  gifts from her parents and friends and the mini party she had going on at school, but what she clearly tells us in this entree is that from all the presents, her diary was the best of all, and also says to it “were going to be best pals!”

Verdict: I liked this book, but it did go a bit slow like at the middle of the book where she only explains her feelings towards the people in the building, but then it starts getting better  towards the end, overall, it was good and enjoyable book to read.

Cover comments:  the cover shows Anne frank possibly sitting on the table of the secret annex or at her old house, maybe just after she had written an entree for her diary or maybe taken from the date of her birthday from the first chapter of the book.

assembly in the dark

The tide was coming in

He lost himself in a maze of thoughts

Ralph

He tried again

Aware all at once of urgency

Walked faster

Groups of boys

Waiting

In which he stood was a dark triangle

Irregular and sketchy

Like everything they did.

Assembly after assembly

Broken up in laughter

This metting

Not for fun

Not for laughter

But business

Laughter rose again

To wave the conch once more

Survival: fire, shelter, water

Too many things

Hands reaching for the conch

He stood up

And waited till the platform was still

Hair creeping into his eyes

Bogies, ghosts

Littluns laughing in horrified sympathy

The vivid horror held them silent

The beast.

Beast out of the sea

The beast from water

Piggy takes the conch

Jack, uncontrobly angry, stand up.

Struggle and the glimmering conch jiggled up and down.

The rules of the conch

But who cares? Humans, not savages

Like caveman man hunting for meat

Jack

We are strong—we hunt!, hunt the beast down

Beat beat beat

Scrambling screams and laughter, the assembly shredded away to a random scatter

From palms to the water

Three blind mice

Ralph, Simon and Piggy

What are grownups going to say?

Here till we die, all drifting and things going rotten

Three boys stood in the darkness

With the sound of hysterical laughter coming from the beach

Grownups know things

If only they could only get a message to us.