St. Albans Town Educational Center
I have a writing enrichment. We go on to this site and write. But people in my class are using the chat messaging to talk to their friends instead of writing. They also talk to random people and try to say funny things. It really bothers me because it's not fair for them to abuse a system that's meant for the benefit of us. I don't know if anyone else feels this way But I sure do. I like getting feedback on my writing but it really makes me upset when people just use chat to literally chat with there friends about things that don't even have to do with writing.
I pray for Kansas
Their world once a beautiful canvas
Torn apart by a tornado
All their crops of corn and potatoes
I can't imagine loosing my house
It's all to hard for me to picture
But for people in Kansas right now they have to deal with this kind of stuff but 10 times bigger
I saw the after pictures and couldn't help but grieve
what that tornado did was the act of a thieve
Stealing away friends and family members children that were to young
Not showing any compassion, not a drop of love
It just sucked the state up into it's swirling blender
And shot it back out, the untouched land slender
I can't help but feel for them
For all the loss they have been through
I might not know them but their Americans to
And I just send hope to them through this tuff time
And I want to reinsure them that everything will turn out fine.
The girl with the gold scrunchier wasn't just a girl
She was someone who would leave your brain in a whirl
Her tasteful clumsy-ness, yet fragile beauty
The way her hair was always tucked tight to her head not one strand flowing loosely
The girl with the gold scrunchie
Was shy, yet funny
She still lives til this day
A normal student in middle school who does homework, and essays
The girl with the gold scrunchie
Isn't just a girl
she's an original work of art in every single curl
That girl with her hair up in a scrunchie is me.
Just a normal girl sitting wondering what other people see.
I'm done here. Please let me go
I don't want to listen to you tell me that you understand, you know
...Because the honest lie is you don't
You can tell me you do and try but no matter what you say or do I know the truth
So i'm going now
Leaving this awful crowd
I can't take anymore
I'm walking right through that open door
I never needed to listen for so long
But I guess I was waiting to see if what I was doing was right or wrong
I'm saying good-bye as sincere as I can
But I'm telling you now, you will never see me here again.
I’m a rock, alive since the dawn of time. I’ve watched this planet grow wet and green. Life blossoming into new forms. The dinosaurs roamed and it was a simple time. Then the ice age cam, but life prevailed. I've seen humans when they were apes, sitting in the trees. I've watched them hunt and grow. I've seen them build tools to do marvelous things. All the while the animals lived in peace. But then they hunted the mammoths out. They build new technology, to kill me, to harvest me for coal. The earth has evolved so much, and more it will grow.
Their silence is loud
It's as if I'm in the middle of a large crowd
Maybe my mind is replaying their voices in my head
but something is making my face turn red
And I know whispering is supposed to be quiet
But I just don't buy it
There words are buzzing in my ear
Maybe that's why my crystal eyes are starting to tear
their voices leave unforgiving echoes
And my brain is trying to hold on to them, but my I'm forcing my body to let go.
Locked in my room, the door barred from the outside. They say i’m mad, say i must have taken drugs. No, i’m this way naturally, my diabolical laugh fills the house. Lightning cracks and the rain pours down. The house creaks, and my family screams at each other. Trying to figure out who’s fault this is. But it’s no one really, but they don’t listen to me, they’re trying to figure out what to do. Should they put me in a loony bin or just let me be? I don’t really care as long as they don’t fuss and cry. Saying i’m their poor baby that just needs help. Well they can’t fix me, because of the thing I heard, want to know what it was i’m sure. All I can tell you is what they said... Goodbye.
I'm the girl with freckles
The one with mutant green eyes
The one that's afarid to let people see her cry
I'm the girl who try's not to care
The one who thinks everything in life should be fair
I'm not the shy girl
Or skinny girl
I am the original girl
The one who trys to fit in
But can't help standing out.
Which way to go, right or left?
I want but I already have it,
Indescribable, yet described at the same time,
It's a dream come true, but a tragedy as well,
There's plenty, but not enough,
This space is full, but there is a part missing,
It is looked over and over, but not looked over enough,
It's in the sky, but on the ground.
What does this mean? We may never know.
The sweat pours down my face as I look up at the score, 31-33, only 10 seconds left to go. It's only three points, I think to myself. I take notice in my surrondings, at any way I can get past my player. I see him playing defense slightly leaning towards the right, daring me to go left. I smirk because he doesn't know what he's in for. I can feel my palms getting sweaty and the ball pounding against the floor is like monotonous song in my head. I'm down to 8 seconds left. "Shoot, shoot!" The crowd roars in unison. I cross over before my defender can even blink and I head for the half court line. I feel myself hit the floor and then jump back up again. The ball leaves my hands, soaring through the air like a bird, and it seems to take hours before the ball has reached the basket. My heart is pounding at nearly 100 miles per hour, and I take a deep breath in. Swish. The ball lands straight in the net and I fall to the court with relief. I did it, I smile with the thought in my head. I turn around to find all my team mates sprinting towards me, why can't I have this moment forever?
To whom it may concern
i'll take my final breath
inhale a sense of madness
exhale a sense of death
as I take my final breath
of death I will learn
i'll tell about it to
whom it may concern.
Bothers, sometimes they fight but when you go to bed you are all ways happy to have one. Well I was not so lucky. My bother died 12 minutes after he was born. He died because his left lung clasped. The doctor rushed to keep him breathing but all of a sudden, he just stopped. Those 12 minutes were the longest of my life. When we left the hospital, there was a accident. A very bad one, and me and my dad were in it. A pickup truck side swiped us ( on the drivers side). My dad was in critical condition, I on the other hand, I was fine. Just a scratch or two. Soon I won't have a dad to ride bikes with or play catch. I also won't have a brothay ever.er to teach the alphabet to or to hold in my arms when I watch tv. Today really was the worst day ever.
The ink ran out in my pen
All the water left the stem
Some things never regrow
Like perfect snow
Like beautiful sunsets
I don't know were they go
They kind of just float away into the air
Somewhere way up there
And they never come back
Sometimes I wish on starts when the sky is black
For the most precious moments to come back
But all my wishing gets me nowhere,
Like perfect rain
That leaves the world stained
And perfect nights
were starts act as lights
i wish for all beautiful to stay
But once I wake today
I realize it's all gone today.
A flower lost in the word of shame she wanted to be different so she changed to her true colors purple, red, blue, orange, yellow, black, and light blue. But in the middle she had all the colors of the rainbow and everyone loved that she wasn't afraid of her true colors.
I tilted my head to see the view in a different perspective
All the loose mountains and ponds starting to looked connected
Green and blue
The distant smell of mildew
I could see the clouds passing respectively overhead
Dark weary and the color of black lead
The mosquitos buzzing around my head
looking to be fed
And the camouflage ducks
Swimming in the algae muck
When I look hard enough
I can see things differently
Things normal people don't have the time to see
I just tilt my head
And look straight ahead
And somehow I see
Six word stories are so overrated
You subscribed to my feelings
Just about as fast as I subscribed to your ignorance
The way you didn't even notice my glass eyes shattering
The dark blue color spattering
The way you didn't come when I was hurt
Instead you left me in your shadowing dirt
Like all those times I needed you
When you promised that you needed me to
How you blew me away with what I thought was true,
But the one thing you did do
Is show me that I never really needed you
How I never needed your ignorance
Your faulty planned mistakes
I never needed any of this
And you never needed me
Even though you promised you always would.
I think the one thing that interest me the most about people is their voice
How they sound,
Some soft and quiet, and others hard and loud
I like listening to all the different voices
How they sound when they rejoice
It's kind of fun
To listen to their scratchy hums
The variety of voices to me is cool
I know I might sound like a fool
But the way some voices some voices get high the low
The way some do and don't flow
Is sorta interesting to listen to every ones unique sound
What they sound like when there proud
All voices in the world
Different and special
The way each one sounds
Precious and soothing
Something taken for granite that's not worth loosing.
For me vacation isn't time to relax
It's a time to see new places and over pack
To have fun
And go somewhere with constant sun
I'm not a big fan of the beach
But maybe an amusement park were I can let loose and screech
Or a tropical cruise
A vacation that I can choose
Something hot yet cool
Somewhere with a big pool
Or the south of Georgia
The perfect vacation
With no complications
Just me and my family
Wishing for the vacation to never be done.
the one with the dark eyes
never sees blue skies
she has a secret
i know you cant keep it
through fire and ice
shes never going to be nice
she lived in detroit
her personality you would exploit
you stared and judged
her drawings you smudged
she cant take it
and you dont fake it
You know that feeling that someone's watching you, well I think it’s true. Darting round a corner peeking over your shoulder. Shadows always following you, it’s relentless. I think he’s going mad they say, but just look around you, you know someone's there. When you're all alone, that’s when he strikes. He’s might be standing right behind you, or over in some shadows. The creaking sounds, they’re not wind, You can put that in your mind and say it’s alright. But he’s coming for you, he is the creeper of the night.
Sun and rain
falling like rain
just be brought to the drain
down into a bay
misused and wasted
clean never to be tasted
some misused for tea
dont tread on me
I don't have any deep dark secrets
Even if I did would you be able to keep it
I'm not shallow enough
To regret, stuff
My eyes will try to deceive you
Some say they almost relieve you
Clueless is lost
And the burden of it all seems scratchy
Listen closely now for I am patchy
I am not weak enough
To tell contagious bluffs
And yet I'm wise enough to know
Don't line your eggs in a row
Wise enough to hear
And as my eyes start to deceive
You'll see me slowly start to leave
For I am not dumb enough to stay
When all my eyes will do is lyingly betray.
I can't belive it. He left us. He left us behind in the cold hard dust. Juat me and my mom.Right infront of u too. I couldn't belive it. My father. He was a great man. The queztion is why did he leave us? Why? What made him do this? What? He was such a great man. But yet he leaves us. Without anymore words. Just a simple walk out the door. Didn't even come back to get his stuff. He just left. I cried that night. Hard. I couldn't get over it. Not for a long time. I still haven't gotten over it. My mom tried to send me to see a guidence counsler, but I'm not up for that. I'm not putting up with a stupid guidence counsler. He left on a Friday. Thank god it did. If it didn't! My mom would make me go to school and i wouldn't want to! I mean if this depression thing is still going on, well, lets say it could be ALOT worse! Over those months of deppression I've learned alot. It was right then when I decided to run away. Run to my father. I belive he lives in Texas. I live in Vermont. I get the feeling he wanted to be FAR amay from us. I know that I would have to run a LONG way, but its for my Dad. I love my Dad. I don't really have enough money for food, water, and you know all that other stuff! So, I decided to do more chores. I also had to make a comitment of not spending my money on anything, to dave it all for the trip! It's hard. It may not seem so, but it sure is! Seeing all the toys in the window that I finnally have enough money for, but i can't get it! Read more »
I guess I was scared
Rather then hurt
I was red and itchy
My eye was twitchy
And my stomach was in knots
I didn't want that awful shot
I must have touched something that was peanuts
Or maybe a treenut
But now I'm at home
I feel fine like I want to throw up
Taking Benadryl from a small cup
I know I'm safe
But still feel unsafe
What if it happens again
It started at school with my friends
It only took 2 minutes
Before my face was bright red
I really hope I don't get this itchy feeling again.
I was in the Rock Mt. Forest camping with my family. My feet crunched on the crisp leaves as I strolled through the forest to get some firewood. I steered off my task and looked at the large blue lake that is in the smack-dab middle of the forest. I saw a largemouth bass spring out of the prestige clear water. Then, I continued my quest to get the firewood.
After I found the firewood I hauled it to my campsite which I shared with my parents. I returned to find that no one was there. Neither of parents. Not even my dog Sparky. They must of taken Sparky for a walk or something. Read more »
I thought you were my friend,
I thought you were suppose to stay till the end.
Instead you bring me down,
making my head spin round.
Those three words you said,
are still stuck in my head.
I hate you,
your making me turn blue.
You like her more,
you pushed me out the door.
I just hope this ends.
I feel like ive been shot.
I thought we were friends.
You were suppose to stay till the end.
I really want to cry right now
All because that one foolish boy
Who treats me like some useless toy
I know he thinks he's popular and all that
But he clearly needs a rain check stat
I'm a person to
My eyes might not be blue
But your no better than me
And here are some glasses if you need help to see
You don't rule the world
I thought this was something you were told
You don't get to treat me differently
So I'm sorry if your hurt
But at least now you know what it feels like in then dirt.
I know they're there when you need them. You get angry at them, of course. So angry you think you don't care. But in reality, anger is the realization that you do.
Although you think they aren't there, they're standing there, watching you, making sure your alright. They know everything, even the embarrassing things.
Even though they think we don't listen, we do. The only part we regret is acting like we didn't care.
They may be crazy, but you love them enough to not notice.
You need them, as much as you need life itself.
They know everything, they're like super human geniuses. They love you as much as you love them. Your mother will care for you forever.