05.15.01
"What is Poetry?"
Poetry is something that has meaning and is something that moves someone emotionally and they can relate to it. It can be the way someone is feeling, poetry can be expressed in many different ways. Like song, dance, writing, plays, and musicals.
05.16.01
The picture that I chose was intitled "The Scream" by Edward Munch. This picture caught my attention right away because of the vibrant colors and the way the artist painted the picture, in a glossy blurry way. I think the picture desribe how most teenagers feel about the restrictions and laws that are placed infront of them. Sometimes I feel that way too, the frustration builds up and you feel like you just need to get away before you blow your top, or like you just need to scream.
05.16.01
SCREAM!
You feel like a prisoner, running from the law
Like a little puppy clawing at the door with your paw
Trying to escape from the torture and agony
Everything in the world come crashing down on me
Aggravation too much makes you want to scream
Like a car rushing towards you with its high beam
Rules, Laws, Boundries...keeping you from being free
Someone's holding on while you scream "let me be"!
Running and chasing your dreams...just hold on tight
Try, try and try with all of your might
The pressures and judgement of others getting on your last nerve
Just stay on the ball and look out for the curve
Always trying your best, but get put down by others
Like you don't even matter to even your sisters and brothers
Getting ready to burst like a balloon full of hot air
The frustration of being a youth
With all the problems of the world on your shoulders
It all builds up until one day you just have to SCREAM
SCREAM! SCREAM! SCREAM! SCREAM!
05.17.01
Title: "Bus Kills Boy, 4, In Far Rockaway"
Author: Melanie Lefkowitz and Bobby Cuza
(http://www.newsday.com/coverage/current/news/thursday/nd8812.htm)
A 4-year-old boy was killed in Far Rockaway yesterday on Wednesday May 16. He ran into the street outside his father's store and was struck by the N32 a Long Island bus. Wahaid Afghani's (the 4-year olds) last moments were spent playing outside their family's store with his sister. The family store is Best Price 99 Cent Discount Store at 717 Beach 20th St. The incident happened around 3:10 p.m. A witness stated that Wahaid didn't see the bus coming because there was a truck parked infront of the store obstructing his view. When his family came outside to see what happened his uncle stated that "When I came outside he was under the bus, and when the bus backed up, I saw him lying there open-eyed. Unfortunatley he was pronounces dead on arrival at the Queens General Hospital.
A spokesman for the Metropolitan Transportation Authority's Long Island Bus divison said that he could not comment on the driver's record or the circumstances of the accident, which is currently under investigation. A family friend Sonia Richards who lives in Far Rockaway, lay flowers for Wahaid at the accident scene last night. Sonias daughter Sonejah, often played with Wahaid whenever they shopped at the store, and tomorrow she said she will look for him and ask "Mommy, where's my friend?" With this statement everyone was devastated and left crying.
05.18.01
"What a Shame"
What a shame it was a boy struck down to the floor
Hit by a bus, he was only four
Family and Friends devastated and horrified
Hurt by the agony, because he died
Spent his last moments playing with his sister,
Who knew he wouldn't be there for another summer
His life was gone in a flash of an eye
For days and days everyone will cry and cry
His memory will always live on and will be
In his family and friends hearts forever and ever
05.22.01
Watermelon-
Watermelons, sweet and fragile
Like a child's first years
Smooth like their skin when they first appear
Bringing joy to your life when no one cares
Round like their plump little cheeks
Their faces full of joy, bursting with smiles
Oozing with juices like their mouths when they speak
Bringing happiness to all with their cute little way
Green like the foods that they eat
Watching days pass as they sit there and grow and play
Wanting and wondering if they are ripe
Like a child's last moments
Wanting to savor them to the last moment
Not wanting to let go.
05.24.01
"The Principals Office"
The atmosphere makes my skin crawl
like tiny ants marching up my body
Stomach tumbling and turning
Like a prisoner feels going to their execution
The room ready to swallow me whole for reasons unknown
The dread of interegation running down my spine
The long claws and fangs of persicussion
Like the monster of the night
Sweat and tears ready to stream down my face
Like I was holding on to the last of my being
All of the questions, questions and questions being asked
Like a child beind questioned and scolded for something they did
The tenison becoming more and more unbearable
Wanting to run and hide to just get away
From those hate filled eyes
Then the clouds were lifted and your day was just fine
because she just wanted to know "how was you day?"
Unanswerable Questions
1). Where does your soul realy go when you die? And is there really such a thing as a soul?
2). If people say love isn't a game why are there so many players?
3). Why do people have feelings?
4). Why do people look different and not all the same?
5). Why isn't there something called iternal life?
6). How can we be sure that there is a God?
7). Why do people always make promises they can never keep?
8). Why do people never see the truth about anything until its too late?
9). Why do people always ask why? Why is what they get never good enough?
10). If love is such a great thing, then why are people always ending up heartbroken?
05.29.01
"The Ultimate Question.....and Answer"
"Why do people make promises they can never keep?"
Is it to lead me on so that I am blinded
By their lies and phony remarks
Like the devil in disguise...
Waiting to see how far he can get
Their cute little smiles and sweet words hide who they really are
They tell me what I want to hear, just to staisfy themselves
Somewhat like a wizard trying to put me under his spell
Emotions being toyed with, feelings on thin ice
All of my trust and Faith given to you
I put it all in your hands becasue I've learned to trust you
Like I've taken my vows and said "I do"
You do it in a instant without even thinking
Just to get immediate satisfaction
Tell the truth from the begining
It will get you even farther
It might even open new doors to new things
You can feast your eyes on...Like true Love