tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247566862011-09-21T05:41:03.121-07:00Welcome to Dudes with Pens! Here you will find poetry -- lots of it, contributed by high school students. Watch for frequent contests with cool prizes. To see past postings, go to Previous Posts. Feel free to comment on the work posted. To submit a poem, send an email to dudeswithpens@gmail.com. Many thanks! Keep 'em coming! Cheers, Jess and Helinadudeswithpenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08156325930474761169noreply@blogger.comBlogger371100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24756686.post-1150346077348755792006-06-14T21:28:00.000-07:002006-06-20T23:11:55.583-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3398/2573/1600/hj.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3398/2573/320/hj.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Hello everyone!<br /><br />School is winding down for the year and we wanted to wish you all good luck on your exams. Jessica and I (aka Ms. Sweezey and Ms. Patience) are off to the UK in September. We will miss you all! Please keep sending us your work and we'll keep posting it. By October, we hope to have more work from students all around the world.<br /><br />Have fantastic summers, and don't you get into trouble, now.<br /><br />-h<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24756686-115034607734875579?l=dudeswithpens.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dudeswithpenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08156325930474761169noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24756686.post-1150345540623052582006-06-14T21:24:00.000-07:002006-06-14T21:28:03.256-07:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">Untitled</span><br /><br />Through the light of the moon<br />I will come find you soon<br />Through the night and the day<br />i'll still find my way<br /><br />Because this thing called love<br />Just cant be locked away<br />Or be hidden within'<br />Day after day<br /><br />Oh my dear s.l.<br />Does this name ring a bell?<br />It could be yours<br />Or it could be mine<br />But truely the one I love,<br />is truely one of a kind.<br /><br />-anonymous, Killarney Secondary School<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24756686-115034554062305258?l=dudeswithpens.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dudeswithpenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08156325930474761169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24756686.post-1150345403444637782006-06-14T21:20:00.000-07:002006-06-14T21:23:23.456-07:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">Island of horrors no more</span><br /><br />This once was an island,<br />where the worst criminals were sent,<br />not one of them were smiling,<br />when they heard of the people they were to meet<br />Not one did escape this forsaken place<br />the guards did not have to be strong,<br />the current was the mightiest<br />Now it sits an idol<br />out in the bay for everyone<br />to wonder and revel at<br />Its cells now empty,<br />the guards no longer carry weapons,<br />yet the island is still a threat out there in the lonely bay<br /><br />-<span id="_user_stealth_agent@hotmail.com">Daniel Eakin</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24756686-115034540344463778?l=dudeswithpens.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dudeswithpenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08156325930474761169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24756686.post-1150344529468751732006-06-14T21:07:00.000-07:002006-06-14T21:18:38.230-07:00Untitled<br /><br />The world's biggest fool is many things<br />Foolish enough to like someone who could never like him back<br />Stupid enough to practically tell it to her face<br />Dumb enough to dance with her and get his hopes up<br />Then realize it was out of pity<br />She shattered his heart<br />Burned it to ashes<br />Then forced then down his dying throat<br />Yet being who he was(besides a fool)<br />He led his life like nothing happened<br />But his greatest folly of all<br />Was believing in miracles<br />And this idiot?<br />He's sitting in my chair<br />Doing something stupid<br /><br />Kenneth Lim, Uhill Sec<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24756686-115034452946875173?l=dudeswithpens.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dudeswithpenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08156325930474761169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24756686.post-1149353816166277772006-06-03T09:56:00.000-07:002006-06-03T09:56:56.166-07:00<div style="direction: ltr;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I Sit Here</span><br /><br />I sit here alone and let my mind drift<br />Thinking of the days that pass, of the days to come<br />Of the days we will be together<br />Picturing you infront of me, with a look of joy<br />Knowing that you fit perfectly into my arms<br />I sit wondering of the story of how this started<br />The timeless nights we spent awake and talking<br />The days we longed for each other untill our bodies ached<br />And the precious seconds wasted arguing<br />I sit here alone and think<br />Think about the passion with which I say your name<br />The fierce and raw emotion that comes over me when I picture you<br />And the way you looked beautiful even when in tears<br />I sit wondering how this all happened<br />How my life had been changed completely with but a single change<br />The day you walked into my life<br /></div><span class="sg"><br />-Alex Pappas, Killarney Secondary</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24756686-114935381616627777?l=dudeswithpens.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dudeswithpenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08156325930474761169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24756686.post-1149290135754850352006-06-02T16:14:00.000-07:002006-06-02T16:15:35.756-07:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">Untitled</span><br /><br />As I listen to the way the music flows I think<br />I put my pen down and really listen carefully<br />I can hear every single beat in the song, every change in note<br />I pick up my pen again and start writting like mad<br />Finding myself not able to stop<br />Getting my emotions and feelings out through the tip of the pen<br />The ink reveals how I feel, how I am inside<br />Not how I look to the average eye, but only to those closest to me<br />The writting helps me through tough times and through rough times<br />It gets me through breakups, losses, fights.<br />And anything else you can think of<br />It is my second way of letting go of everything around me<br />I step outside my body when I write and look at myself<br />I see myself lost in thought, deep in concentration<br />I see myself on the paper, put there through my arm<br />Through the pen, through the ink<br />I like what I see<br /><br />-Alex Pappas, Killarney Secondary<span class="ad"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24756686-114929013575485035?l=dudeswithpens.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dudeswithpenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08156325930474761169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24756686.post-1149289432450922112006-06-02T16:03:00.000-07:002006-06-02T16:03:52.450-07:00<span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-CA"><br /></span> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-CA">TURTLES, TURTLES</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-CA"><br /> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-CA">Turtles<br />Living in captivity,<br />With no activity,<br />Protected in their rock hard shells.<br />Posing for pictures,<br />As if they are the only beautiful creatures.<br />No say to where they want to stay.<br />Can not meet their relatives,<br />Because they don't know where they live.<br />Do not have freedom as much as the people walking around them.<br />Surronded by green leaves,<br />And high trees,<br />Enjoying the cool breeze.<br />Turtles<br /> <!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--><br /> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-CA">-Neelam Bihal, Killarney Secondary</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;" lang="EN-CA"> </span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24756686-114928943245092211?l=dudeswithpens.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dudeswithpenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08156325930474761169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24756686.post-1149289407758488252006-06-02T15:59:00.000-07:002006-06-02T16:03:27.760-07:00<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-CA">The bridge, the pride of the islands <o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-CA"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></b><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-CA">The bond between two similar,</span><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-CA"><o:p></o:p><br />but isolated lands.</span><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-CA"><o:p></o:p><br />No further sadness for two islands</span><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-CA"><o:p></o:p><br />No more blue tears come out from the eyes of the islands.</span><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-CA"><o:p></o:p><br />On endless blue sea, golden but reddish bridge is set.</span><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-CA"><o:p></o:p><br />It is set to let grieves drive away from the green areas.</span><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-CA"><o:p></o:p><br /> </span><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-CA"><o:p></o:p><br />Long and strong bridge was the solution.</span><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-CA"><o:p></o:p><br />The solution was made by those pure souls.</span><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-CA"><o:p></o:p><br />As they wish, hundreds of hands, </span><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-CA"><o:p></o:p><br />thousands of times,</span><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-CA"><o:p></o:p><br />millions of hopes</span><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-CA"><o:p></o:p><br />were participating in one of the greatest work in the world.</span><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-CA"><o:p></o:p><br /> </span><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-CA"><o:p></o:p><br />Between those mild blues, </span><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-CA"><o:p></o:p><br />The pride of those souls, </span><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-CA"><o:p></o:p><br />were finally built in the middle of two islands</span><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-CA">’</span><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-CA"> sorrows. </span><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-CA"><o:p></o:p><br />We call that Golden Gate.<o:p></o:p><br /><!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p> <span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-CA">-</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-CA">Shevan Cho, Killarney Secondary</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-CA"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24756686-114928940775848825?l=dudeswithpens.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dudeswithpenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08156325930474761169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24756686.post-1149289008731396132006-06-02T15:53:00.000-07:002006-06-02T15:57:13.533-07:00<div style="direction: ltr;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Untitled</span><br /><br />I sit here alone and let my mind drift<br />Thinking of the days that pass, of the days to come<br />Of the days we will be together<br />Picturing you infront of me, with a look of joy<br />Knowing that you fit perfectly into my arms<br />I sit wondering of the story of how this started<br />The timeless nights we spent awake and talking<br />The days we longed for each other untill our bodies ached<br />And the precious seconds wasted arguing<br />I sit here alone and think<br />Think about the passion with which I say your name<br />The fierce and raw emotion that comes over me when I picture you<br />And the way you looked beautiful even when in tears<br />I sit wondering how this all happened<br />How my life had been changed completely with but a single change<br />The day you walked into my life<br /></div> <span class="ad"><br />-Alex Pappas, Killarney Secondary<br /><br /></span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><b><span lang="EN-CA"><br />The Tower of Terror</span></b><b><span style="" lang="EN-CA"><o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span lang="EN-CA">As we sit down and buckle up,<o:p></o:p><br />we sit in anticipation of what <o:p></o:p><br />awaits us. Not knowing what to<o:p></o:p><br />expect, we suddenly drop down,<o:p></o:p><br />petrified, screaming for our lives.<o:p></o:p><br />Once we crash, were shot back up<o:p></o:p><br />in the air. People laughing, screaming,<o:p></o:p><br />children crying parents hugging their<o:p></o:p><br />children, strangers holding hands as <o:p></o:p><br />they shriek. Terrifying yet beautiful. <o:p></o:p><br />We flew up a thousand stories, the <o:p></o:p><br />doors open and reveal us all the land<o:p></o:p><br />of Disney. Were on top of the world, <o:p></o:p><br />full of excitement and fear. As we <o:p></o:p><br />hear the squeals of taunting panic while<o:p></o:p><br />rising, my only advice was not to look <o:p></o:p><br />down. We think its over, but then again,<o:p></o:p><br />dropped from the top. Lights flash in <o:p></o:p><br />our eyes, then once again, we hit the bottom.<o:p></o:p><br />People grabbing their belts with a sigh of <o:p></o:p><br />relief, assuming its over. But little do they <o:p></o:p><br />know, we get shot right up again.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:12;" lang="EN-CA" >- poonam dhaliwal, Killarney Secondary</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24756686-114928900873139613?l=dudeswithpens.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dudeswithpenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08156325930474761169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24756686.post-1149288741732060482006-06-02T15:42:00.000-07:002006-06-02T15:53:20.110-07:00<span style="font-family: arial;font-family:&quot;;font-size:12;" lang="EN-CA" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Untitled</span><br /><br />I found a summer creek<br />in queenie with lovely trees<br />later i found her, green eyes<br />with a very lovely party dress<br />i thought i was in<br />heaven dancing in the moon<br />light<br /><br />-Andrea Romero, Killarney Secondary<br /><br /></span> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="EN-CA">Alcatraz<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-CA">Once a place where prisoners go</span><span style="" lang="EN-CA"><o:p></o:p><br />Now a place that attracts many tourists</span><span style="" lang="EN-CA"><o:p></o:p><br />Once a place of violence and pain</span><span style="" lang="EN-CA"><o:p></o:p><br />Now a place of peace and harmony</span><span lang="EN-CA"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-CA">Once a place in which people dread</span><span style="" lang="EN-CA"><o:p></o:p><br />Now a place where people volunteers to go</span><span style="" lang="EN-CA"><o:p></o:p><br />Once a place where guards carry heavy guns</span><span style="" lang="EN-CA"><o:p></o:p><br />Now a place where no guards are required</span><span lang="EN-CA"><o:p></o:p><br /><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-CA">Once a place where prisoners risk their life to escape</span><span style="" lang="EN-CA"><o:p></o:p><br />Now a place where no prisoners has to go</span><span style="" lang="EN-CA"><o:p></o:p><br />Alcatraz</span><span style="" lang="EN-CA"><o:p></o:p><br />Once the most famous jail in the world</span><span style="" lang="EN-CA"><o:p></o:p><br />Now? it still is the most famous jail in the world</span><span style="" lang="EN-CA"><o:p></o:p><br />Just for very different reasons.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-CA"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p><br />-Chen Jiang, Killarney Secondary<br /></span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"> </p><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:12;" lang="EN-CA" ></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24756686-114928874173206048?l=dudeswithpens.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dudeswithpenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08156325930474761169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24756686.post-1149287901006079852006-06-02T15:27:00.000-07:002006-06-02T15:42:25.873-07:00<span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-CA" ><span class="q"><b>Buy Or Sell</b></span><br /><br /><span class="q">Commit sins day after day</span><br /><span class="q">then head to church and begin to pray</span><br /><span class="q">Lord please forgive me of my sins is what I say</span><br /><span class="q">why not change your filthy ways</span><br /><br /><span class="q">They tell me important is a money and a good job</span><br /><span class="q">why would I care about family and god</span><br /><span class="q">then when I turn hopless and alone</span><br /><span class="q">is when moneys no good and i turn to the lord</span><br /><span class="q">I feel improper because they tell me its ineffective and wrong</span><br /><span class="q">I feel afraid because we haven't spoken for so long</span><br /><br /><span class="q">Mr.west says Jesus walks</span><br /><span class="q">I ask why doesn't he talk</span><br /><span class="q">so he can take me off my path to hell</span><br /><span class="q">but getting a path to heaven or hell is not one you buy or sell</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="q"><span style=""> </span>-Hussain Aziz<br /><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style="font-family:arial;"><span lang="EN-CA">THE HUNGER FOR HOME</span></b></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-CA" ><br /><br />In the cloudless, clear sky,<br />the birds are flying high.<br />Sunlight close to makes me blind,<br />with shadows casting on my spine<br />like the wide flowing tide.<br /><br />Here I am, on the street<br />where I am supposed to stay.<br />Staggering up the street in the heat,<br />I see people with familiar faces,<br />black eyes, black hair and yellow skin.<br /><br />Striking and appealing to me,<br />collection of designated heritage<br />buildings set me free,<br />free of recalling the days<br />when we, the Chinese struggled and triumphed.<br /><br />Exiled in this eerie city,<br />I am left to listen alone<br />to the calling for home.<br />Symbolic of both past and future,<br />the Millennium Gate rises above the level of nostalgia.<br /><br />Prominent in my mind,<br />the gate is indeed teasing me for<br />looking back on the pleasant memories<br />rather than looking forward to the<br />shadowy, fuzzy future.<br /><br />-Fiona Mak, Killarney Secondary<br /><br /><br /></span> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b><span style="color:black;">Streets of Chinatown</span><o:p></o:p></b></span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;" >The sun shines bright</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;" >A public park with oriental styles</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;" >A breeze blows through the garden of Dr. Sun Yat-Sen</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;" ><br />Outside</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;" >After the Second World War</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;" >A memorial for Chinese demonstrations</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;" >Of bravery in war and lives given for the rail way back then</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;" >In the street alley</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;" >Besides the garbage</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;" >Seats many cramped apartments</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;" >A reminder of the hardships endured</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;" ><br />Where the drug stores are</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;" >The many herbs age</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;" >Lizards and bark in their little compartments</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;" >One of the places traditional Chinese remedies are offered</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;" ><br />Selling their fresh goods</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;" >Found in the area</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;" >Are fresh flopping fish and juicy barbecue meats</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;" >Along with bakeries with Portuguese tarts and Chinese cakes</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p><br /></span><span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;" >To the under privileged of you Vancouver</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p><br /></span><span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;" >To combat discriminatory moods</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p><br /></span><span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;" >They help find good jobs and good suites</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p><br /></span><span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;" >The Chinese benevolence association works to end the aches</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p><br /></span><span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;" >With different attitudes</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p><br /></span><span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;" >Now, china town shines bright</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p><br /></span><span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;" >New buildings and old ones under restoration</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p><br /></span><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size:100%;">This historic place is becoming grand</span></p> <span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-CA" >-Julian Fong, Killarney Secondary</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24756686-114928790100607985?l=dudeswithpens.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dudeswithpenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08156325930474761169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24756686.post-1149284780150150632006-06-02T14:45:00.000-07:002006-06-02T16:39:24.266-07:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">Beware! Life's Hard and Always</span><br /><br />The past is the past,<br />Future will be then,<br />Now is the present.<br /><br />Some things may be better now,<br />But lots of things got worse;<br />With all those diseases around,<br />No one knows what's next.<br /><br />Don't think life will get easier,<br />'Cause it won't.<br />Things will happen, unexpectedly;<br />I'm warning you now,<br />Beware.<br /><br />-Iris Wong, Killarney Secondary School<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Hearst Castle</span><br /><br />Tapestries adorn the wall<br />Solid Statues surround the land<br />The elegance of water pools<br />A luxurious landing to enjoy<br />The wild tamed and brought to us<br />One mans dream<br />That shocked us all<br />And made us jealous<br />But at the same time<br />Compels us to create our own<br />Dreams<br /><br />-Sharon Mok, Killarney Secondary<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">sakura</span><br /><br />These delicate petals<br />of such great beauty.<br />Like angels from the skies,<br />sent to decorate the floors.<br />Like walking the red carpet,<br />a carpet not red, but pink.<br />Cry when the wind blows,<br />It shall fly away.<br />For the same will only comes once,<br />only once from the tree's<br />to the heaven and the skies.<br /><br />- annonymous, Killarney Secondary<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">DARK CORNER</span><br /><br />I was told there’d be harder things in life to face<br />As these four walls bring nothing but joy to me to embrace<br />I wish I could just set myself free<br />Leave these worries, I worry about<br />Not to care, not to doubt<br />As I sit in this corner of collected darkness<br />This thing that brings me down ….I can’t find it<br />It will be awhile<br />The seasons are changing, which brings upon a smile<br />Maybe my life will brighten up; maybe it will be glued to the dark<br />As it wastes away in this corner, left will be my mark<br /><br />-Anonymous, Killarney Secondary<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24756686-114928478015015063?l=dudeswithpens.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dudeswithpenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08156325930474761169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24756686.post-1149281847077324302006-06-02T13:26:00.000-07:002006-06-03T09:55:02.446-07:00<div><span style="font-weight: bold;">Why you should eat junk food.</span><br /><br />It’s the same story, offer them green food,<br />And they will YELL at you: “NO WAY, DUDE!”<br />“I’m allergic to everything green<br />Including broccoli and donkey spleens.”<br />But, instead offer them some ice cream,<br />And that will wake them and make them scream,<br />With eyes alight with a manic gleam<br />“It’s truly as good as it seems.”<br />“If it’s that good, than I’ll have some too!”<br />Said little Sally “Sandra” Sue<br />“’spect it’s no better than good old beans,”<br />Said the town’s only healthy eater, “Healthy” Dean.<br />“You are crazy.” said Sally or Sandra (or Sue.)<br />“You ought to have some ice cream too.<br />Or some of the ketchup flavored chips<br />Or even some of those cherry lips<br />Eating good food is bad for you,<br />(Even if it’s called “Good” food, it’s true.)<br />It will make your insides shrivel up<br />Just like Farmer John’s old dead pup.<br />“Aren’t you talking about Junk food, dear?”<br />Asked her Norwegian teacher, Ms. Wejr<br />“But eating junk food is very good for you!<br />What adults say is never true.”<br />And so little Sally “Sandra” Sue<br />Kept eating junk. She never knew<br />That an adult might just be right<br />Or that she’ll fall down sick tonight<br />And be stuck in bed until next Friday,<br />Unable to move in any way<br />Until one day<br />She mistakenly ate<br />A green Healthy-looking bean<br />This instantly restored her to full health.<br />“See?” said Dean, “Don’t fear the green,<br />Which is good to eat and maintains your health<br />See what happened after you ate that bean?<br />(And junk food can be hazardous to your wealth.)<br />And so life went on normally<br />Until it, once again, fell into abnormality<br />And this time it’s Dean<br />Who ate a “Healthy” Green-looking bean<br />And (after throwing up copious amounts,) he said:<br />“Never again will I lose my head<br />And eat healthy stuff,<br />For green things turn your insides into bits of fluff.”<br />“I will never eat a bean again, now, let’s see,<br />May I have some ice cream please?”<br /><br />-Bill Xiong, U-Hill Secondary<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Escape</span><br />(Inspired by the picture of the dark night and the book “Underground to Canada.”)<br /><br />It’s dark<br />It must be at night<br />What thime of night?<br />I do not know.<br />I can’t afford a watch.<br />The stars glitter overhead,<br />One brighter than the rest.<br />“That is the north star, my son.”<br />My father always said.<br />“It will lead you into a land<br />Where freedom reigns free.<br />And where the sand lies on clean free soil<br />and there, we will live in safety.”<br />So now, I am here<br />Or there<br />Or Somewhere,<br />I do not know.<br />I haven’t got a map.<br />Every footstep or sound I hear<br />sounds like a slave catcher or bounty hunter near<br />and every breath I take<br />could be my last<br />I know I should be thinhing about other things.<br />And worrying about other things:<br />Where will I eat tomorrow<br />Where will I sleep tomorrow<br />Whether I would ever eat again.<br />And if they find me…<br />Will I ever live<br />To see the dawn again?<br />Never mind that.<br />I must go on<br />I’m nearing the end<br />of this harsh and unfriendly journey.<br />I can smell the sea<br />Which I must cross<br />In order to reach Canada.<br />Wait. Was that footsteps?<br />NO!!! I must press on.<br />I’m almost there.<br />Almost in Canada.<br />Almost free.<br />Almost.<br /><br />-Bill Xiong, U-Hill Seondary<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Four fantastic limericks<br /><br /></span>I: The Kind Limerick<br />Oh my mother, she’s so kind<br />Anything you desire, she’d suffice<br />She’ll clean your room<br />Even without a broom<br />And then cook you fish with rice.<br /><br />II: The untrue limerick<br />This is about the Jason of Greece<br />Who wanted to recover the Golden Fleece<br />So his ship set sail<br />Not knowing he’d fail<br />And return in more than one piece.<br /><br />III: The Not-so-kind Limerick<br />My sister Christine, she’s very cute<br />I wish I could only make her mute:<br />One push of a button,<br />And all of a sudden<br />She’d stop talking. Now won't that be cute?<br /><br />IV: The Robotic Limerick<br />Once I had a robot named Sue<br />Who ran around drinking Mountain Dew<br />One day she ran<br />Right into the fan<br />And got sold as “almost” new.<br /><br />-Bill Xiong, U-Hill Secondary<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Live Life As You Want<br /><br /></span>Some people take their time and savor each passing day.<br />They'll never live life on a leash, they never are afraid.<br />Of life, of love, of beautiful things that make the world so great.<br />They never take a thing for granted, they don't believe in fate.<br />They make their own, they strive, they fight to be better than they are.<br />They don't wait for things to come to them, they don't wish on shooting stars.<br />Learn from them, do what they do. Live life for all its worth.<br />Because you never know when the time will come for you to leave this earth<br /><br />-Jimmy Pham, Killarney Secondary<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Dark History Within Radiating Beauty</span><br /><br />A mark of your presence from the past remains<br />Standing still so proudly of the beauty you hold.<br />Rich in history,<br />It seems like nothing can destroy the suffered grace.<br />But it has.<br />Grimy water with buildings cascading the scene,<br />It makes me wonder, “Have people lost care for the<br />radiance within you?”<br />But no matter what<br />You will always be,<br />A beautiful history which can never be forgotten.<br /><br />-Shantho Krishanthan, Killarney Secondary<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">trading places<br /><br /></span>walking down these Familiar Lanes<br />this white man guides me through y very own planes<br />but not with the same old familiar faces<br />This hits me much later: we've all traded places<br /><br />i understand your big words. dont try to intimidate<br />dont tell me my own problems. trust me, i can relate<br />compare this town and the city like a dump and an oasis<br />That didn't hit me that fast, but we've all traded places.<br /><br />the townsfolk are not hard to recognize<br />they have our distinguished skin and our eyes<br />white boy, just admit it. we're from two different bases<br />That hit me quite soon. we've all traded places.<br /><br />how does he dare try to show me the way<br />mostly my misconceptions and my misjudged says?<br />let's not forget who's here and which races<br />That hit me since 1. we've all traded places<br /><br />he's tried hard to show us the history of this town<br />i've ridiculed him for days. pretty much just up till now<br />i'll stop crushing him with all my kings and my aces<br />This hits me just now:<br />We've all traded places<br /><br />-amanda chan, killarney secondary school<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">From the Rope to Hope in Chinatown<br /><br /></span>A site of history, a thing to see<br />Chinatown in Vancouver is a place to be.<br />First to isolate,<br />Now to buy Colgate<br />This haven has lasted through the century.<br /><br />It was a place to ease<br />For the first Chinese.<br />A place for them<br />But now for bums,<br />Chinatown has become a place not too pleased.<br /><br />It has its problems in its fate<br />Such a depressing ghetto state.<br />There are drugs,<br />And thugs,<br />At alarming rates.<br /><br />There are also prostitutes,<br />Those who sell their bodies, denying their roots.<br />They gave up on life<br />Nearing that knife,<br />And living by Chinatown, unable to get off those boots.<br /><br />People have lost hope,<br />Tying that rope,<br />But there is still chance<br />For them to glance;<br />At a life they wanted to live, full, not toped.<br /><br />They, and Chinatown, can be saved.<br />If only we gave…<br />Our hearts for them.<br />And the rest is theirs to pave.<br /><br />-Lawrence Tsui, Killarney Secondary<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">MY VIEW<br /><br /></span>Piercing noises, dust, dirt, and steel<br />Condos and apartments rises.<br />They hinder my vision,<br />They block my light,<br />And I am in their path.<br />Construction and progress is top priority,<br />We are the exhausted and disabled elderly,<br />Our history is in past and the future nears.<br />And this beautiful garden I see before me is fading,<br />But I have vanished.<br /><br />-Anonymous, Killarney Secondary<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">LEAVING</span><br /><br />Cannot find any place<br />cannot feel happy<br />I just want to find myself again<br /><br />Wondering if I would ever return<br />to the place some part of me was left<br />only God knows<br /><br />-Rebca Pina, Killarney Secondary School<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">WHAT MAKES BARBEQUED MEAT SO GREAT</span><br /><br />Barbequed meat<br />Is what I like to eat<br />While they are really quite messy<br />They are the only good delicacy<br /><br />Crunchy, chewy, and munchy<br />Beats pasta that are oh so mushy<br />So sweet and salty and sour<br />Beat the mounties syrup any hour<br />Try them cold or even hot<br />It beats anything that sushi's got<br /><br />So as you can see<br />As I write this with such glee<br />Barbequed meat is just great and affordable<br />While everything else you got tastes bad and deplorable<br /><br />-anonymous, Killarney Secondary<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">CHINESE RAILWAY WORKERS<br /><br /></span>they wanted to escape from poverty<br />as well as to earn some easy money.<br />They decided to leave their families,<br />seeking their dreams in an unknown county<br /><br />It was an absolutely foreign place,<br />where they were compelled to work night and day.<br />After all the expenses the'd to pay,<br />there's nothing left at the end of the day.<br />They were given the most dangerous task:<br />to ignite the dynamite and run fast!<br />and citizens they became at long last<br />'cause they contributed much in the past<br /><br />-Sam Luo, Killarney Secondary<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">STEREOTYPES</span><br /><br />the green of the plants<br />the lowering of the branches<br />the mud filled water<br />the fises below<br />all stereotypes<br /><br />the clay tiles on the roof<br />the "Chinese" image<br />the size of the pillars<br />the curve of the roof<br />all stereotpes.<br /><br />the fakeness of the suburb<br />which was built by settlers<br />regarding one or two buildings from China<br />nothing but all stereotypes<br /><br />-Aaron Sin, Killarney Secondary<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Nature of Chinatown<br /><br /></span>The sun shines on the murky pond.<br />The water reflects the trees and the chinese building,<br />like you see two identicle place.<br />Brown dead lilypond leaves float.<br />Trees' beard draping on the pond like silky green curtains<br />The pond is solid and still.<br />I can imagine myself walking on the stillness pond with grace and poise.<br />Calm, peaceful, quiet and still.<br />Everything is naturally beautiful.<br /><br />-Anonymous, Killarney Secondary<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Not So Far<br /><br /></span>Looking back on<br />The nights of fun<br />Between weary eyelids<br />There wasn’t fear<br />Or hurt<br />We sang and danced and<br />The world still spun its elaborate tale<br /><br />The heart is anxious<br />One night and then<br />Another day<br />Passes by the mind’s eye<br />As false grins emblazon a face<br /><br />But there’s the loneliness and<br />You start to figure<br />From just far away<br />It’s just a pin beneath a<br />Sea of joy<br /><br />Turn around and just breathe in<br />Looking homeward, a beautiful view<br />Fireflies from windowsills and<br />Mothers in the market<br />Think about it and it’s not so far away<br /><br />-Garren, Killarney Secondary<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Dolphins with Toxic Needles and Tiny Little Weevils<br /><br /></span>Up and away<br />The world’s in frightful danger<br />From American porpae and British mice<br />With military training and Black Death-lice.<br /><br />It’s more serious than you’d think.<br /><br />-Garren, Killarney Secondary<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">THE OLD AND THE NEW</span><br /><br />The old and the new,<br />Blend together in perfect harmony,<br />As the sky is blue,<br />And the ground is brown, compact with unity.<br /><br />The water is still and holds its peace,<br />A reflection upon its surface,<br />Revealing the future to the east,<br />Construction nears, as wish becomes purpose.<br /><br />Old traditions will change,<br />With the time that passes by,<br />When machines are in range,<br />And things will perish and die.<br />The things that will remain,<br />Will be nothing more but a memory.<br />Something that you can’t sustain,<br />Like the aging process of humanity.<br /><br /><br />-Raymond Joe, Killarney Secondary<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Drawings on the pavement</span><br /><br />Pictures drawn in the summer heat<br />On the cool pavement.<br />Our emotions can be created<br />And also taken away.<br />Our course of action can be altered<br />And new destinations wait in store for us.<br />We are all just playing out<br />What someone else has already written,<br />Just playing our part in the game of life.<br />Just as easily as characters can be created<br />They can be erased.<br />In mid sentence,<br />During the happiest moment of their life.<br />People will cry<br />And people will try to remember<br />How life used to be when they were here among us<br />But then the story changes<br />And some new drama consumes the artist<br />With new ideas for future plots<br />And characters.<br />We are only little drawings<br />Lying there on the pavement<br />Awaiting that fateful day<br />When we will be washed away.<br /><br /><br />-Chelsey Johnson, Killarney Secondary<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Buy Them</span><br /><br />They are ready to be sold.<br />The Grocery store opens doors raises blinds.<br />Hurry up! Vegitabilians are developing mold.<br /><br />Mushroomians are painted bold<br />To present attractive rinds.<br />They are ready to be sold.<br /><br />However, no attention can they hold<br />Customers pass with empty minds<br />Hurry up customers! Vegitabilians are developing mold.<br /><br />Potatoinas in their beds have rolled,<br />But no-one ever finds<br />They are ready to be sold.<br /><br />The customer’s mood is cold.<br />As through the store she winds<br />Hurry up customers! Vegitabilians are developing mold.<br /><br />The aisles are still patrolled<br />Consumers want to get the best Vegitabilians<br />They are ready to be sold.<br />Hurry up customers! Vegitabilians are developing mold.<br /><br />-Anonymous, Killarney Secondary<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24756686-114928184707732430?l=dudeswithpens.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dudeswithpenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08156325930474761169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24756686.post-1146592078594404832006-05-02T10:46:00.000-07:002006-05-02T10:47:58.610-07:00STREETS OF CHINATOWN<br /><br />These streets have been painted white<br />Artificial colour covering like a tainted light<br />The gateway for a Chinese to feel bravery<br />Yet in reality it's another form of slavery<br />Only escape is for us to be hell bound<br />Or live our life forever being held down<br />These streets are a jungle<br />We fight to survive, sleep and the night gives revive<br />Wake up, we do the same thing again<br />Without any opportunity to ever ascend<br />This isn't a day that goes by in silence<br />Passing the time while breathing violence<br />These streets, a road to a familiar place<br />Run by the shade of a face from a different race<br />These broken homes for dozing aren't cozy<br />But it's all we have so we pretend it's rosy<br />Looking around for the sight of a myna<br />If you look hard enough it might just be China<br />These streets of Chinatown<br /><br />Kenneth Cheung, Killarney Secondary<br /><br /><br />Like a sweet september breeze<br />Nestles your body like a cacoon<br />Caressing every crease and creak<br />A veil of silk devouring you<br /><br />Red fills the blank<br />Space that protrudes<br />And the smell of the street<br />Lingers beneath your feet,<br />Like your mothers home cooking<br />Dashes of yellow and a<br />Lifeless constructure<br />Rise to the sky<br />Small panes of glass peek out<br />To catch a glimpse of the world passing by<br />What they're missing, could imagine only<br />What lies within the hearts of the soulless figures<br />Pasty gold and fixated in duets<br />They are the guardians of the avenues<br />Soaring altitudes but not in the heavens<br />Laying perched like hawks<br />But they will never strike<br />Killarney SecondaryPatrick Low<br />The Benefit For Being Old<br />When I'm old, and obnoxious,<br />I will walk on streets with absolutely no fashion.<br />And smile like a crazy to every passenger.<br />I'll spend every cent that I have,<br />I'll die soon anyways, what's the point for putting money in bank?<br />I'll walk on the street and kick every parked car that looks nice.<br />I'll block people's way just to say: "Excuse me, get out of my way please."<br />Then I'll throw stones to the houses that belong to people I hate. ...<br />I'll do whatever I like when I get old,<br />For that I have been strictly controlled in youth,<br />And will strictly control myself when I reach adulthood.<br />When I get old, there is a way to release,<br />For that I'll no<br />longer care.<br /><br />Jennie Jiang, Killarney Secondary<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24756686-114659207859440483?l=dudeswithpens.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dudeswithpenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08156325930474761169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24756686.post-1146591318831817652006-05-02T10:15:00.000-07:002006-05-02T10:35:18.856-07:00Sun Tanning Turtles<br /><br />On the rocks where the turtles lie<br />Side by side each shell went dry<br />They lay all around<br />Even in town<br />These cute little things will never die<br /><br />cameron low<br /><br />faded<br />it's the lost hope in your eyes<br />that won't let me forgive myself<br />the black and white photographs<br />that as the time passes<br />are fading like my memories of you<br />it's the unspoken words between us<br />that remind me why thing's will never be the same<br />the frayed edges of the pages in my spiral notebook<br />the only one left that<br />I can rely on always being there<br />it's this hollowing emptiness inside me<br />that's holding me back<br />and it's when those few moment of bliss<br />seem so far out of my reach<br /><br />by Freda Li, UHill<br /><br /><br />rooftop<br />sitting on the cool rigid surface of the mossy rooftop<br />in silence<br />staring up at the dark<br />starless night sky<br />on the cold and insignificant night<br />hoping the worst was over.<br />by Freda Li, UHill<br />Imposter<br />he seraches the cold streets in silence<br />for a person he can be<br />scanning the stores<br />the shops and the malls<br />he wishes he were funny<br />born athletic or smart<br />he wants to be anyone<br />that is, but his own self<br />it's hard to deny<br />his true lack of friends<br />people he longed for<br />to be there by his side<br />when will this man<br />so confused of his identity<br />so desperate to please<br />realize that just being himself<br />is all that he really needs?<br /><br />by Freda Li, UHill<br /><br /><br />deb<br />i have a friends named deborah vogt<br />she's so modest she'd never gloat<br />she always helps out<br />when I give her a shout<br />during tough times she keeps me afloat.<br /><br />by Freda Li, UHill<br /><br />"Blog ..<br /> Log ..<br /> Flog .."<br /><br />Moan and groan<br />When we log into someone’s blog<br />Computer dialog about stupid cats<br />Blah, blah with more boring people facts!<br />Pictures of guy’s holding guns<br />And girls with way too much sun!<br />Once a tool for education<br />Now a method of language degregation<br />‘OMG’ – (Oh my God)<br />I LoOk LiKe A fRiCkIn frog!”<br />‘O RLY’ (oh really)<br /> ‘YEA RLY ’(yeah really…)<br />‘NO WAI’ (no way!)<br /> ‘Yeh SRSLY ‘ (yeah seriously. . . .)<br />‘oH plz’, with all this ‘chat’ speak,<br /> . . Its got me ‘freaked’<br /> to Log on<br /> my Blog<br /> to Flog my poem ..<br />-Jamie Auman, age 16<br />Killarney Secondary School<br /><br />Kisses Kisses are like tiny little dew drops bouncing off your lips.<br />Kisses are irresable like chocolate.<br />Kisses so heart felt emiotion of love for someone. Katelynn Goulet, Templeton <br />All in my head I think its all in my head.<br />But I can't take this anymore.<br />Cause it all in my head and i dont want to think about it anymore.<br />Katelynn Goulet Templeton Let Down I've let you down.<br />Sorry for all the hurtfull things i've said.<br />Sorry for the hurtful things i've done.<br />I'm so sorry for letting you down.<br />Katelynn Goulet, Templeton Bruised I got cuts and bruises.<br />You lost all your excuses.<br />I cry alone .<br />I cry for peace and quiet.<br />So I run thru i shadow of doubt<br />holding my heart thats bleeding. Katelynn Goulet, Templeton Don't Know I donno what to do anymore.<br />My life is turning upside down.<br />I'm running slow behind you and i donno what to say.<br />Hope and Strength got me where I am today.<br />I donno if i have any self control.<br />Katelynn Goulet, Templeton<br />WORDS FROM THE BACK ALLEY<br /><br />Past<br />I don?t know what happened.<br />Picturing what it looked like.<br />Reluctantly, give up.<br />I could only grasp the lease idea and picture of the past,<br />While the stinky smells enter my nose.<br /><br />Present<br />I don?t understand what is happening.<br />Listening to the lecture of the know-it-all guide.<br />I could only speak silently within myself, that<br />how dare you pass on the duck to us?<br />Anyone, everyone, could make a difference if they wanted to.<br /><br />Future<br />I don?t know what is going to happen.<br />Imagining what the alley would look like,<br />what the world would look like,<br />if all worked together to bring changes, only because<br />they believe in their causes.<br />Then I believe,<br />the world will be a better place.<br /><br /> Iris Hu, Killarney Secondary<br /><br /><br />NO ONE DESERVES TO LIVE THERE<br />It is old, dirty, and accompanied by an unpleasant scent<br />It is an area where no man shall live on<br />Living there is unfair to them since we all live in comfort<br />While they live in hardship and knowing they will spend the rest of<br />their<br />lives there<br />I can't ask for more in life<br /><br />-anonymous, Killarney<br /><br /><br /> LEAVING<br />Can not find any place<br />can not feel happy<br />I just want to find myself again<br />Wondering if I would ever return<br />to the place some part of me was left<br />only God knows<br /><br />Rebeca Pina, Killarney SEcondary School<br /><br /><br /> The smell of fresh air and soil,<br />And rain, the tender and abrasive creature that jump like a symphony on<br />streets, in paddles, and upon tree leaves.<br />Gently touching the greens,<br />Relentlessly washing away the petals.<br />And footprints.<br />The walk of time.<br />The whisper of sky.<br />The walk of my life.<br />I cry silently. I scream inside.<br />The hatred, weariness, and helplessness,<br />When I walk on this deserted boulevard,<br />Alone, in the rain.<br /><br />Jennie Jiang, Killarney Secondary<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24756686-114659131883181765?l=dudeswithpens.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dudeswithpenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08156325930474761169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24756686.post-1146590063669755142006-05-02T10:06:00.000-07:002006-05-02T10:14:23.686-07:00THE COLISEUM<br />My body is shaking with excitement,<br />as I walk through the arches of a<br />passageway of a majestic building<br />called the Coliseum.<br />My heart beats faster and faster<br />as I walk up the steps.<br />I can see the people that once<br />sat there awaiting the arrival of the<br />brave Gladiators.<br />I can hear the roaring of their voices<br />and the growls of the wild cats<br />chained in the arena.<br />The anticipation of the crowd grows<br />with every waking moment that<br />passes by.<br />The battle between life and death is<br />a struggle to gain the audience’s<br />hearts.<br />In the top box,<br />there is one person that sits surrounded<br />splendors and food.<br />He decides the fate of the gladiators.<br />The games are know over,<br />all that there is left is the blood on the sand<br />and the echoes of screams.<br />Michaella Daillet<br />Killarney Secondary<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24756686-114659006366975514?l=dudeswithpens.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dudeswithpenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08156325930474761169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24756686.post-1146521202154881612006-05-01T14:47:00.000-07:002006-05-01T15:06:42.173-07:00UNTOUCHABLE<br />Back once again, to this exact spot.<br />My cares captured and thrown away.<br />I'm left with only me<br />who I was, who I am, and who I will be<br />just to think and be at peace<br /><br />Ripples swell like my thoughts,<br />fading out into nothingness<br />they cause me no frustration here<br />natural harmony, too strong,<br />is over ruling still<br /><br />Shadows hang, as to shield me<br />from the real world.<br />It's tainted purity,<br />my enemy to forever be<br />cannot penetrate this haven<br /><br />Serenity is calling out<br />for me to stay worry-free.<br />I can't leave, back to where<br />I came from, knowing the feelings<br />that may never return<br /><br />No one can touch me<br />in this state of mind,<br />senses shut off to the<br />rest of the world.<br />My sanctuary<br /><br />Mika Low, Killarney<br /><br /><br />EASIER TO RUN <br />I love to walk through the meadows,<br />and down by the wooded streams.<br />Reliving my past memories,<br />while renewing all my dreams.<br /><br />Relaxing in harmony with nature,<br />so my mind won't be so stressed.<br />I'm so thankful for this time<br />I feel as though I'm blessed.<br /><br />I lay back and start to drift,<br />to another place in time.<br />A world I'd love to live in,<br />a world that seems sublime.<br /><br />All the cares of my world,<br />are lifted from my shoulder.<br />Could all this be an accident,<br />or is it that I'm growing older?<br /><br />The comfort that i feel now,<br />in this solitude of thought.<br />Is worth more than anything,<br />for this escape i have long sought.<br /><br />Jesse Mckay Killarney<br /><br /><br />OH SO HISTORICAL<br />The skies so pure,<br />the trees so high<br />with leaves hanging oh so green.<br />The water in the pond,<br />like the blood existing in our bodies.<br />This place so historical<br />and our culture so proud,<br /><br />But behind all this,<br />lies something oh so historical.<br /><br />What they witnessed, we will never see.<br />What they said, we will never hear.<br />How it flourished, we will never sense.<br />How they felt, we will never know.<br />But how they died, we will always remember.<br /><br />Samantha Lai, Killarney Secondary School<br /><br /><br />A TALE OF LIFE<br />When the skies are dark and the room is empty<br />You lie there bare on the floor, naked, torn, alone<br />And you watch as the your own blood spills,<br />Tainting the white tiles.<br /><br />The metallic smell trapped in your nose<br />Huddling closer, you feel lost.<br />How could someone you thought you knew<br />Hurt you like this?<br /><br />The sense of their breath too sweet<br />Breathing against your neck,<br />Telling you oh so sweetly<br />That you’re the only one<br /><br />Those passionate kisses against your numb skin,<br />No longer are you in control.<br />Now you know of this treacherous world<br />And what hides behind that gorgeous smile.<br />Those luring eyes that haunting beauty.<br /><br />Samantha Lai, Killarney Secondary School<br /><br /><br />LOST IN A MAZE<br />Here I amin an inextricable maze.LostWithout knowing which way to go,Without knowing where I wanna go,<br />Here I amin an endless maze.Frightened.Standing and waiting for someonewho can help me get out.<br />-Jieun Kim, UHill<br /><br /><br />DO NOT HESITATE<br />Have wisdom to look back the timewhen you hesitated in a fright.<br />You trusted yourselfand that's why you reached up to here.<br />When you can't see what's going on,take a few steps forward.<br />No one knowswhat will happen in the future.<br />In that momentwhen you begin to step forward,In that momentwhen you begin to trust yourself,Your fear will disappear.<br />-Jieun Kim, UHill<br /><br /><br />LIFE IS A GAME<br />Life is a series of gamesWhch I am forced to play.<br />I always think of giving upYet I hate to be defeated even more.<br />If I can't avoid it,I should try to enjoy it.<br />If I should enjoy it,I'd rather love it.<br />I'm intoxicating to it nowI expect brand new items<br />I am adapted to the rules of gamesI am learning the new tactics.<br />Who says games are futile?<br />If it deserves to be fought,It also deserves to be won.<br />-Jieun Kim, UHill<br /><br /><br />WHAT A FRIENDSHIP IS ALL ABOUT<br />Taking any risk if we are together.Not making each other lonely.Tender concern about each other.Not hurting the feelings of each other.Willing to take any responsibility.Feeling kindness in each other's eyes.Smiling at each other.<br />It is different from love and purity.<br />Love is pink and attract people's sightPurity is white and stands out well.Friendship is colourlessand seems not too attractive, not so showy.<br />Love is pink, tend to lose coloursPurity is white, tend to be tainted.Yet friendship is transparent,tend to be with us eternallywith love and purity.<br />-Jieun Kim, UHill<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24756686-114652120215488161?l=dudeswithpens.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dudeswithpenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08156325930474761169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24756686.post-1146420726628339582006-04-30T11:08:00.000-07:002006-04-30T11:12:06.640-07:00Hi to all the folks at U-Hill,<br /><br />As I am currently in the process of submitting your marks, the deadline for poems that will possibly affect your grade is this weekend. Not that this is a problem, as I am sure that your grades have nothing to do with your submitting poetry! Do not be a slave to marks, rather, a slave to poetry -- it's far better for you.<br /><br />Keep those poems coming regardless, but I cannot promise that they will be counted after this weekend.<br /><br />Ms. Sweezey<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24756686-114642072662833958?l=dudeswithpens.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dudeswithpenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08156325930474761169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24756686.post-1146419454973379242006-04-30T10:44:00.000-07:002006-04-30T10:50:54.976-07:00Lean On Evening Once Again<br /><br />Lean on evening once again<br />Sense the weight of sunset sinking low<br />On the blustering spare plain<br />Before dawn calls like dismal crow<br /><br />Fields of green-gold set aflame<br />While the world runs and spins apart<br />From the small home with tiny frame<br />On a prairie wide enough to break your heart<br /><br />-Bethany, UHill<br /><br /><br />Seeing Things<br /><br />Lonely woman neighbour<br />in a night-time long with stars<br />she swears are dimmer than the once were:<br />Her wrinkled fingers shiver<br />only just perceptibly<br />as she sits slurping coffee<br />on the porch,<br />Letting memories slide by unchecked.<br />She sits in a cracked white plastic chair,<br />But doesn’t really sit there:<br />Her wary gaze protects emotion.<br />Potted plants all around run wild:<br />Stringy cacti like dreadlocks;<br />Her hair free, frazzled, tired, her eyes bright.<br />Though night sits silent,<br />And must seem cruelly quiet to her,<br />It hasn’t always.<br />She rests a moment longer as every bone aches<br />and she lingers.<br />Lovely woman,<br />Porch creaks, screen door clicks.<br /><br />-Bethany<br /><br /><br />I Love Foggy Mornings<br /><br />Bellies full of unbreakable and artificial:<br />We ache, or we think so,<br />Without knowing if we’re people people anymore.<br />Not a lot of sun shines now<br />just shadows stay, with dusty windowpanes reflecting.<br /><br />I wear earplugs whenever I can,<br />Anxious and lacking a concrete life plan,<br />Without soldiers, shield, armour,<br />Pink and tired, curled up in fears.<br />The world wears earplugs and sits tight while<br />Only the walls have open ears,<br />And we live in fear of them<br />Though we need not.<br /><br />There are no secrets, no personal, no understanding core<br />As the media dumps information on us like salt on a bleeding sore.<br /><br />But I need nothing actual, I don’t need to know:<br />If I was more attentive, I’d fear my own folly still more,<br />For expressions of love so often sound senseless,<br />So unoriginal, unreal, or untrue:<br />Plugged ears and this unlucky fog are safer.<br /><br /><br />The moon hangs lower than it ever did,<br />But let’s not box it away or place a lid<br />over the heavens the way we have everything else.<br />You left a lot behind from back when you were a thousand things<br />at once before you were too many, we were too many,<br />and we came into this plastic space.<br /><br />Confusion is sweet after all,<br />though perhaps dull,<br />Even idiotic in itself, but at least I know how I want things,<br />if not what things,<br />And I resolve I will still get along<br />without the tears and the rain,<br />Without caring if my features, my love, my poetry,<br />and even my thoughts are quite plain.<br /><br />-Bethany, UHill<br /><br /><br /><br />do I? (have cabin fever)<br /><br /><br />do I? (wander)<br />walk (in circles) round<br />(the wind) the winding streets<br />(with all the sky rooting me,<br />placing me, knowing me)<br />more than I think./?//(I do?)<br /><br /><br />do I? curl<br />a seed (embedded)<br />a child, a baby, a cell<br />(buried here) in warm dark<br />(and red fear)<br />knowing anything much./?//(I do?)<br /><br />do I? sing<br />(dancing on the razor edge)<br />with all I never know<br />(doubting who I am today)<br />on a cliff in June<br />(plane screams past)<br />clouds shudder, recombine and drift<br />shall I drift (or fall)./?//(I do?)<br /><br />I would, I am<br />for anything today,<br />loosed and lost and trapped and (?) //…<br /><br />-Bethany, UHill<br /><br /><br />quickie haikus<br /><br />my teeth are too sharp/my tongue is too soft, today/my tongue is in pain<br /><br />my legs are all lead/the anxiety destroys/cool self-confidence<br /><br />the day is too long/so goddamn long it hurts you/or is it just me?<br /><br />brains are so gravy/I think they're good, good to think/but watch out! zombies!<br /><br />-Garren, Killarney, age 16<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24756686-114641945497337924?l=dudeswithpens.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dudeswithpenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08156325930474761169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24756686.post-1146418958323517432006-04-30T10:39:00.000-07:002006-04-30T10:42:38.336-07:00False Hope<br /><br />In the dark<br />he could feel a hint of light<br />like a trace of hope.<br />The light was like a dangling carrot<br />set infront of him to make him run<br />Even though he knew the hint of light<br />was a foolish false hope it wouldn't hurt<br />to take a step toward it - but towards what?<br /><br />The second poem is called Colorless<br /><br />When I looked at it in the dark<br />it's black but when I look at it<br />in yellow light it's yellow.<br />When I look at it in red light<br />it's red. Any way I look at it,<br />it changes color.<br />How could I ever tell what color it is?<br /><br />-Erica Ho, UHill<br /><br /><br /><br />Lost<br /><br />They carried me off,<br />To a room<br />with no windows.<br />A grand twenty foot coffin.<br />They told me the people below me<br /><br />were dead.<br /><br />I hear their screams.<br />I weep<br />of terror<br />of loss. My mother told me<br /><br />not to cry.<br />But how can you not<br />cry when you lose<br />those who could have been?<br /><br />They are fleeting magpie calls.<br /><br />If you listen closely,<br />You<br />can hear<br />them too.<br /><br />-Ashlyn Anstee, UHill<br /><br /><br /><br />My great-grandmother<br /><br />We clattered down the country road-<br />In a boxy black car that rattled and shook.<br />We passed a playground.<br />The old kind, with the rusty chain<br /> swing set.<br /> slide<br /> tire swing.<br />I think about kindergarten. I think<br />about the first day of school<br />and love and boxed lunches.<br />anything but my great grandmother<br />not sitting in the front seat.<br /><br />every wind that washed against the windows.<br />fluttered through me.<br /><br />-Ashlyn Anstee, UHill<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24756686-114641895832351743?l=dudeswithpens.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dudeswithpenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08156325930474761169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24756686.post-1146418637112667032006-04-30T10:36:00.000-07:002006-04-30T10:37:17.113-07:00HELLO MORNINGS<br /><br />Hello mornings, robust hollow places<br />Stretching through the open spaces<br />In hopes of stopping the choking sounds<br />And licking the table of coffee traces<br /><br />Do you dare me queens of spades?<br />Wicked chips pull slight-of-hand trades<br />In a game of 14-muscle charades<br />They're gnawing out their serenades<br />In the railing of the stair<br />To the ceiling in the air<br /><br />There's always a seat on the piano bench for you.<br /><br />-Robin, UHill<br /><br /><br /><br />LOOK AT HER<br />Look at her.<br />Look at her long black hair and<br />That mouth.<br />Maybe it's so full because she<br />Sings too much, always singing,<br />That one.<br /><br />She's pretty.<br /><br />You can't help but listen to her<br />Singing small, sweet song with an unearthly voice.<br />Wail.<br />Tiny little voice.<br />She glows when they acknowledge it, you know,<br />And it makes everything worse,<br />Because then she's even prettier.<br /><br />Look at her go.<br />What did they say about her body this time?<br />It's beautiful, it's weak, it's<br />hers.<br />They can't have it.<br /><br />She's blurring around the edges,<br />Her insides seeping through her skin.<br />There's a tepid stench swirling around in her pretty perfume,<br />But I can't smell it anymore.<br />It's in her head.<br />It makes pictures and calls her names, calls her no-name, calls her<br />Nothing at all,<br />And her mouth is full of balls of blood -<br />She's coughing again,<br />Rocking and digging her nails into her<br />Knuckles and wishing someone were<br />Dying to be there with her,<br />Splayed out,<br />Spread out,<br />Someone scream for her!<br /><br />Look at her.<br />Just look at her.<br /><br />-Robin, UHill<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24756686-114641863711266703?l=dudeswithpens.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dudeswithpenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08156325930474761169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24756686.post-1146418441454302782006-04-30T10:23:00.000-07:002006-04-30T10:34:01.483-07:00Bleak grey walls<br />Surround everything<br />Like the grief of loss<br />The young man feels<br />Head bowed<br />Expressionless face<br />He approaches the grey clothed pulpit<br />His voice tells of his grief<br />Coloured light seeps<br />Through the stained glass<br />Giving light in the darkness<br />As reflections spark<br />Laughter over better times<br />Even in the darkness<br />There are smiles<br />Along with tears of grief.<br /><br />-Robert Mackenzie, UHill<br /><br />Shell are falling<br />Illuminating the night<br />Delivering a horrible mauling<br />We wont give up the fight<br />So we struggle ahead<br />Hoping not to number with the dead<br />Finally reaching the goal<br />With many lost along the way<br />Running along on cruise control<br />And now I’m to bored to play<br />So I save and go away<br /><br /><br />To big to fathom<br />Yet ever present like a shadow<br />Always lingering<br />Infecting all around us<br />Slowly overcoming<br />What happens next<br />No one can no<br />But those who have gone before<br />Is there heaven<br />Is there hell<br />Questions will be answered<br />But only time will tell<br /><br />Footprints in the sand<br />Stretch out behind me<br />As the water slowly eats away at them<br />As I continue on<br />Those behind grow dim<br />Always looking a few feet ahead<br />Never taking more then a quick look back<br />Some are deep<br />Some are spaced apart<br />But big or small<br />They will all disappear<br />With the coming of the sea.<br /><br />Robert Mackenzie, UHill<br /><br /><br />Piano<br /><br />When I sit down to my piano play,<br />I fly on joyful wings of ivory,<br />To enter heaven’s door where once a day<br />I feel as if my soul has been set free.<br />The music speaks in thoughts too deep for words<br />In sounds that rise and fall with joy and pain,<br />Less like human speech than call of songbirds,<br />In summer mornings kissed by gentle rain.<br />I wish that I could leave my life behind,<br />My busy world of desks and homework due.<br />A place of rest and comfort then to find<br />Where my piano waits with spirit true.<br />Oh, God, have pity on that lonesome one<br />Who’s never lived in music’s golden sun.<br /><br />-Sara Ye, UHill<br /><br /><br />Loneliness<br /><br />I once saw a teenage girl,<br />Sitting at the back corner<br />Of the crowded bus by herself.<br />She was looking outside of the bus window<br />With her depressed and drowsy eyes,<br />And she was holding her own hands<br />Tightly.<br />Who would be the one to<br />Hold her hands with warmness<br />And fill her loneliness<br />With passionate love?<br /><br />-Sara Ye, UHill<br /><br />Life<br /><br />Life is a Castle.<br />When you’re young, the doors seem huge, and won’t let you in.<br />The castle seem sharp and high, but you imagine the inside to be<br />Warm and filled with treasure.<br />But once you get inside, it’s dusty and cold,<br />And there’s a long staircase to climb.<br />Everybody except you seems to know their way around.<br />You have to decide yourself which door to enter, which stair to climb,<br />And some of them don’t even lead anywhere.<br />Yes, the castle is mysterious.<br /><br />-Sara Ye, UHill<br /><br />I Want To Fly<br /><br /><br />I want to fly<br />Like free birds in the big blue sky<br />To get away from this busy<br />And complicated place<br />To ignore everything<br />That I have to worry about<br />To leave behind any thoughts<br />That always wanders in my mind<br />And<br />To enjoy the carefree life<br />In the sky<br /><br />-Sara Ye, UHill<br /><br /><br />Gordon Campbell’s Election Volunteer<br /><br />A Room lit with studio lights, crowded with rich-scented suits<br />And happy laughter, I receive my mission:<br />We fan out into the lazy evening streets, breathless<br />And hopeful, overflowing with ambition.<br />We ask, “Have you voted?” And their faces are smiling and<br />Curious. “Yes”, or “I’m on my way.” <br />When the cameras flash; the Premier arrives, shines with<br />Confidence and success. The light catches the rim of his glasses.<br />His teeth and hair are white; his hand is large and warm.<br />He says, “Nice to meet you.”<br />-Sara Ye, UHill<br /><br /><br />Fashion God<br /><br />I once had this classmate named Lyle.<br />He always dressed with such style.<br />Thought he could catch every eye<br />With his bright purple tie<br />But the girls all ran for a mile.<br /><br />-Sara Ye, UHill<br /><br /><br />Gleaming Face<br /><br /><br />Slowly walking in space<br />Hoping of a new discovery<br />A new place, new life<br />Carrying three animals<br />In a lonely silent night<br /><br />Following the bright shining star<br />To where it belongs<br />And then starting all over again!<br /><br />Believing in it has got him this far<br />And his belief will continue<br />As long as he trusts the bright shining star<br /><br />-Mohammad Amanian, UHill<br /><br /><br />Why War?<br /><br /><br />He walks around,<br />Looks everywhere<br />Thinks for a second<br />Faints for a second,<br />And says…<br /><br />They think they are the best<br />Even though they’re not<br />So what? They got bomb, they got power<br />So what? We don’t have that<br />We have something better<br />A heart full of peace<br /><br />Cities are just piles of dirt now<br />Full of blood<br />People hurt<br />Some are injured<br />Some are dead<br /><br />How can I change it?<br />Maybe I can’t<br />But the world can<br />Stop the war!<br />Let’s have peace<br /><br />But, why does it happen?<br />Just to showoff their power<br />Kill millions just for one person?<br />Why?<br />O…why?<br />Why War?<br /><br />-Mohammad Amanian, UHill<br /><br /><br /><br />Lost in a crazy place<br /><br />I remember the crowd around me<br />Not knowing where I was<br />Where to go,<br />Trying to find a way<br /><br />I remember hearing my name on the speakers<br />Frightened, thinking that someone’s out to get me<br />The idea of having no parents<br /><br /><br />I remember when I started running<br />Shouting my parent’s names<br />Trying to match someone with the image in my head<br />But no such luck<br /><br />I remember when I hit someone<br />And there they were<br />My parents<br /><br />I remember I couldn’t think<br />About living without my parents<br />Thus promising myself<br />Of never letting go<br /><br />-Mohammad Amanian, UHill<br /><br />Dance<br /><br />Hunger,<br />My biggest weakness<br />Had finally reach upon me<br />It had to be stopped<br /><br />Going to a restaurant<br />Was as if entering paradise<br />Walking along the noodle stream<br /><br />Approaching the counter,<br />Ready to order,<br />It was hard not to notice her<br />After all, she took my order<br /><br />There was music in the air<br />A symbol of joy and happiness<br />While I sat on the chair<br /><br />Tapping my foot on the white tiles<br />In respect to the beat<br />Drinking from the cup<br />Was in fact enjoyable<br /><br />She, the waitress<br />As if being invisible<br />Danced wildly<br />Enjoying herself<br /><br />Until told to stop,<br />The while dance movements<br />Were there no more<br />Gone until next time<br />When she’s not a waitress no more!<br /><br />-Mohammad Amanian, UHill<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24756686-114641844145430278?l=dudeswithpens.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dudeswithpenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08156325930474761169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24756686.post-1146417672976394852006-04-30T09:46:00.000-07:002006-04-30T10:21:13.086-07:00You can write.<br />Yes<br />You.<br />Write about the tomorrows of yesterdays and afraid you are that NOW will never come.<br />You can write about<br />the brief lapse of rainbow coloured sky after a even briefer shower<br />of God’s tears<br />dropping from the sky are the sound of clunking scraps of<br />metallic lumber. You can write about fluffy puppies and kittens and how their<br />eyes look up at you and say<br />“You graze my heart with<br />love”<br />Lover. Their bodies intertwined<br />melting into a pot of burning desire<br />the temptress and her,<br />how that is all crap and<br />say there is no love but lust, crackling through my arteries pouring molten lava into her mouth.<br />You can write about that.<br />And how deeply pretentious this poem is because<br />you think no one gets you when you don’t even get<br />yourself so deep into<br />this hole so easy. Don’t tell me<br />I know what I’m saying and you can write.<br />About the horizon of a Masai Mara sunset dawn and tell people<br />what it’s like to stand under the Martian sun with your face glowing<br />red hot. Then you can say ‘life is not worth nothing’ and feel superior<br />to zebras being butchered by hungry lions their existence<br />spluttering onto the crimson grass.<br />You can write about the ‘everything’<br />how this list will be the asymptote to your muse one day you’re singing your heart out<br />on Broadway, New York<br />near the panhandler in the grey coat.<br />You can write about pessimistic optimists,<br />why jumbled clutters of thought end up to be<br />a poem and What Was She Thinking When She Bought That?<br />Or,<br />You can just do like me.<br />And write until your pen is out of breath, your<br />spinning head is out of<br />ink and sell your soul to no-one-cares so you can go do university<br />get a job and screw over others the same way.<br />Say I’m not an angry person, it’s just puberty, say<br />Isn’t that right.<br /><br />-Sida Bai, UHill<br /><br /><br />Scuba Diving<br /><br />From Malindi,<br />The shore of many colors<br />Into Indian Ocean,<br />The sea of great wonders –<br />Into a crystal wonderland<br />Underwater,<br />Underneath the bustle of our city,<br />Another city blooms<br /> With prosperity<br />And its residents of fishes.<br />Small, shimmering fishes<br />Scattering.<br />Like a sprinkle of pink pixie dust,<br />In a sea of blue.<br /><br />Large fishes swim lazily<br />Ripping the turquoise water.<br />Lifting up golden star ash<br />Sparkling in an aqua background.<br /><br /><br />Another world,<br />Under the sea –<br />Held in my vision,<br />Transfixed by my fantasies.<br /><br /><br /><br />A garden of summer’s dawn –<br /><br />Bees, drunk in the sweet wine of a midsummer’s night rose.<br /><br /><br />A drowsy morning,<br /><br />Misty raindrops prancing down a tear-stained hill.<br /><br /><br />A dying desert,<br /><br /> Bitter sand smoothing out the wrinkles of time.<br /><br /><br />A Lonely hut,<br /><br /> Fluttering mounds of dampened ashes.<br /><br />-Sida Bai, UHill<br /><br /><br />Lyrics<br /><br />‘Even the Ocean is burning.’ A shadow cried, falling, opened its soul.<br />Facing the dancing flames, ashes arose to swallow the corpse.<br />The flames taunted, fiercely twirling in the smoke.<br />The Ocean answered only in silent waves.<br />Desperate waves, splashing blackened shores.<br />Finally the ocean quivered,<br />It’s voice hush and shaken.<br />Waves like shuttered light.<br />Whispering like broken wind.<br />Red, the sun glowed<br />Even the sky have fallen on its knees to red-dom. Firedom<br /><br />-Sida Bai, UHill<br /><br />Ocean<br /><br />Struggling in the red mist.<br />The flames reaching, glowing, burning, fearless.<br />The Ocean cried.<br /><br />The boiling water melted into lava tears.<br /><br />‘No, no.” The flames’ anger spilled like oil over the redness.<br /><br />‘Conqueror.’ The flames softened.<br /><br />‘What have you conquered?’.<br /><br />‘Everything!’ Flames roared, soaring beyond the bloody beaches<br /><br />‘Every blade of grass.’ it turning to gesture.<br /><br />Ashes<br /><br />‘Every star and moon.’ It leaped to look.<br /><br />But only to see embers has taken their place.<br /><br />Anger mounted only making it burn brighter.<br /><br />‘The universe!’<br /><br />The fire gaped at the bleak red sky.<br />But the universe is nothing but the same red.<br />Beautiful Red<br />Suddenly the sky shuttered into gory pieces and the ocean gave up its hopeless struggle<br />The fire still burns on…burning nothing.<br />Without purpose.<br />Still burning...the same dull red.<br /><br />-Sida Bai, UHill<br /><br />A Brother's Suicide Note<br /><br />My brother, listen to my words carefully.<br />I tell you this after I lost<br />the battle against the rich.<br /><br />Never have a will to become rich.<br />I would rather die from hunger<br />than become rich.<br /><br />It is a sin to live as a rich man.<br />A rich man sucks up the blood of<br />a worker's thighs.<br />A rich man buys women<br />as easily as they spend money on drinking.<br /><br />How can a person<br />use another's sweat to creat his wealth?<br />How can a person<br />use another as a tool of his pleasure?<br />How can a person<br />use another as a machine or an animal to make money?<br /><br />I can't criticize a person<br />Who earned his position<br />and therefore is enjoying a wealthy life.<br /><br />However, my brother.<br />Never become a judge or a prosecutor<br />who sends innocent people to jail<br />in return for wealth.<br /><br />Never become the tool of oppression<br />hired by the rich.<br /><br />-Julie Myung, UHILL<br /><br /><br />On a desert island<br /><br /><br />Aaron is buried in grief.<br />He is waiting and waiting for somebody to rescue him.<br />Suddenly he complains of hunger.<br />He wanders around the area.<br />A few minutes later,<br />He comes back with some fish<br />caught on a fish spear that he has made.<br /><br />Oscar has gone mad.<br />He thinks nobody is coming to rescue him.<br />He thinks he will be stuck on the island forever.<br />He starts to cry loudly.<br />He is in the depths of despair and he is lonely.<br />Two days later,<br />He commits suicide.<br /><br />Bernard adjusts himself to the new environment.<br />He doesn’t care if somebody comes to rescue him or not.<br />He starts exploring the place.<br />He finds a type of fruit<br />he has never seen before.<br />He enjoys the fruit and starts to enjoy<br />the new environment.<br />ABby takes a rest in the shade.<br />She is having a very peaceful time,<br />watching the landscape and the ocean view.<br />She watches Aaron catching fish<br />and then helps Bernard picking fruit.<br /><br /><br />Most people with blood type O are idealistic and passionate. Talk romantically.<br />Most people with blood type A hate it when the conversation suddenly disconnects or ends.<br />Most people with blood type B are able to talk about any types of things. They are talented speakers.<br />Most people with blood type AB enjoy talking about art or literature. They don’t like loud and prattling conversations.<br /><br />-Julie Myung, UHILL<br /><br /><br />The things I want in my life time<br /><br /><br />I want to find the skirt I want is on sale for half price<br />I want to hear my favorite song on the radio.<br />I want to fall in love<br />and I want to receive a special glance,<br /><br />I want to have a good conversation.<br />I want to have someone to play with my hair.<br />I want song lyrics printed inside my new CD so I can sing along without feeling stupid.<br />I want to get butterflies in my stomach every time I see that one person.<br />I want to make eye contact with a cute stranger.<br />I want to see smiles and hear laughter from my friends.<br />I want to hold hands with someone I care about.<br />I want to run into an old friend and realize that some things (good or bad) never change.<br />I want to discover that love is unconditional and stronger than time.<br />I want to hug the person I love.<br />I want to watch the expression on someone's face<br /><br />as they open much-desired present from me.<br />I want to watch the sunrise.<br />I want to get out of bed every morning<br />and thanking my parents for another beautiful day.<br /><br />-Julie Myung, UHILL<br /><br /><br />DO NOT HESITATE<br /><br />Have wisdom to look back the time<br />when you hesitated in a fright.<br /><br />You trusted yourself,<br />And that’s why you reached up to here.<br /><br />When you can’t see what’s going on,<br />Take a few steps forward.<br /><br />No one knows<br />What will happen in the future.<br /><br />The most important thing is that<br />In that moment<br />When you begin to step forward,<br />In that moment<br />When you begin to trust yourself,<br />Your fear has disappeared already.<br /><br />-Jieun Kim, UHill<br /><br /><br />LIFE IS A GAME<br /><br /><br />Life is a series of games<br />Which I am forced to play.<br /><br />I always think of giving up<br />Yet I hate to be defeated even more.<br /><br />If I can’t avoid it,<br />I should enjoy it.<br /><br />If I should enjoy it,<br />I’d rather love it.<br /><br />I’m intoxicating to it now.<br />I expect brand new items.<br /><br />I am adapted to the rules of games<br />I am learning the new tactics.<br /><br />Who says games are futile?<br /><br />If it deserves to be fought,<br />It also deserves to be won.<br /><br />-Jieun kim, UHILL<br /><br /><br />Diligence<br /><br />If I were you I'd be much better<br />At things you do so disinterestedly<br />Waste of opportunities, waste of potential<br />Lacking perseverance, lacking diligence.<br /><br />If I were you, where would you be?<br />Would you be watching from the outside<br />Awed at my prowess?<br />Look at me succeed!<br />Why won't you learn?<br /><br />-Kanghee Park, UHill<br /><br /><br />Life Sucks<br /><br />I dreamed and I aspired<br />To be a doctor or a lawyer<br />Or a buisness man, who never tires.<br />I could've been if only that teacher<br />Didn't give me<br />That horrible 90 and gave me 3 percent higher.<br /><br />My mother complains<br />My father won't love me<br />I'm getting tummy pains<br />'cause I don't want to make food<br />I want that new cellphone!<br />LEAVE ME ALONE!<br />'cause I'm in a bad mood<br /><br />-Kanghee Park, UHILL<br /><br /><br />A Trudge<br /><br />Dark, shadows; wander, braille.<br />Narrow corridors; slowly, walk.<br />Feel, push, your way through,<br />sludge, rats; dirt and grease.<br /><br />Sharp stones on walls; feel it.<br />slippery, guiding, then turn - a pot of gold.<br />Seams from the sky from metal grates,<br />bring thin rays of light, a gift.<br /><br />Watch the lights; follow it,<br />it brings help, hope - opportunity.<br />It's not always tough.<br />Take a chance, succeed.<br /><br />-Kanghee Park, UHILL<br /><br /><br />Don't Look Back<br /><br />When I was a little boy<br />Life bored my time away<br />I was tired of my childish toys<br />Nothing went my way<br /><br />Times sure have changed in just few years<br />Now that no one cares<br />Sure, no one gives two pennies worth<br />At all, how I fare<br /><br />This new freedom intrigues me so!<br />I've got places to explore<br />It comes with a few sacrifice<br />But it's worth the many chores<br /><br />-Kanghee Park, UHILL<br /><br /><br />Poem Number Six<br /><br />Crumpled papers strewn around the room,<br /><br />Pens broken and abandoned.<br /><br />Assignment tacked, crooked, on the wall –<br /><br />A death sentence, just watching, just waiting.<br /><br />Heart racing, face pruned,<br /><br />Palpitations soon begin.<br /><br />Pen and paper not yet romancing,<br /><br />For the pen cannot commit.<br /><br />Words thrown tentatively, unsure,<br /><br />Then annihilated by angry scribbles.<br /><br />Thoughts jumbled, fingers frozen,<br /><br />A clock ticking away the hours.<br /><br />Page after page, tree after tree,<br /><br />Word after word, destroyed.<br /><br />Blue smudges, inky bitterness, sore neck.<br /><br />Such is the excruciation,<br /><br />The struggle, the fight<br /><br />To write the sixth and final poem.<br /><br />-Tian Wen, UHILL<br /><br /><br />A Time<br /><br />Pitter patter, gentle rain<br /><br />Beats upon the ground,<br /><br />Dusty grime invades her tongue<br /><br />As he makes not a sound.<br /><br /><br />Stumbling right on past her<br /><br />Like she was never there,<br /><br />He thinks her too demanding,<br /><br />Not knowing that she cares.<br /><br /><br />Thunder rumbles overhead<br /><br />Night blankets the sky<br /><br />Lightning mad as anger<br /><br />Flashes o'er the mountains high.<br /><br /><br />One too many nights<br /><br />Spent on "Does he care like me?"<br /><br />One too many words unspoken<br /><br />Of things that ne'er will be.<br /><br /><br />All she ever wanted<br /><br />Was for him to take each day<br /><br />With joy, with hope, with her<br /><br />Not to be pushed away.<br /><br /><br />Rain and thunder chill their bones<br /><br />Night blankets the sky.<br /><br />There once was time for sorry,<br /><br />But now its time to say goodbye.<br /><br />-Tian Wen, UHILL<br /><br /><br /> Lost<br /><br />Wandering out there<br /> Somewhere outside<br /> in the middle<br /> of nowhere<br />a stranded captain leads his crew<br />of suspecting little critters,<br />on the edge of their moving wagon,<br />searching for a glimmer<br />one ray, that light........of hope<br />But...<br />isolated and lost,<br />traveling in circles<br />becomes a game of survival<br />rather than an adventure<br />of curiosity<br />will he find his destination?<br /><br />-Clement Cheng, UHILL<br /><br />Pics<br /><br />We capture a frozen frame,<br />that exact moment in time,<br />all the pixels seem the same,<br />cheerishing it for a lifetime.<br /><br />Everyone loves taking a picture,<br />always beautiful and bright,<br />also rich in texture,<br />creating a stunning light.<br /><br />Anything can be an image.<br />of human, animal or nature.<br />Forever kept in storage,<br />It's what we call a picture.<br /><br />-Clement Cheng, UHILL<br /><br /><br />Painful Endurance<br /><br />Tears from the eyes causes pain<br />when a loved one leaves<br />the heartbrake causes pain<br />to a feeling we cannot believe.<br /><br />When prey and predator meet,<br />How will the outcome look?<br />There the enemies will meet<br />the blood will be from one life he took.<br /><br />The animal kingdom has sacrifice<br />the food chain causes death<br />Humans must also endure sacrifice<br />it's hard to even hold your breathe.<br /><br />-Clement Cheng, UHILL<br /><br />The Masked Performer<br /><br />One that is masked,<br />is one that is blind to you,<br />but to them,<br />you're but a small piece of the puzzle.<br /><br />The man is a performer,<br />but really,<br />he is a magician.<br />His acts of illusion are just part of his show<br />what also remains hidden,<br />is his identity...<br /><br />The sense of uncertainty,<br />he puts in his audience,<br />is the key to his routine of tricks,<br />and ultimately,<br />leads to his success and popularity.<br />He works your brain<br />to question your sense of reality<br />that is the story,<br />of the Masked Performer...<br /><br />-Clement Cheng, UHILL<br /><br />Star Glow<br /><br />It was a night so long ago<br />That I saw you below,<br />I am lost in your magic<br />Filled with yellow and gold.<br /><br />All the love we know<br />Is said to be in glow<br />And it was your beauty,<br />That gave the stars their perfect glow.<br /><br />Mark Kong, UHILL<br /><br />Sweet September<br /><br />I look toward the sky<br />And found a storm there<br />And I look again<br />Howling and weeping in<br />Sweet September<br /><br />Upon the grass I lie<br />Full of your warm embrace<br />To face the your bliss<br />And listen to your sweet song<br /><br />Sweet September<br />How long have I been asleep<br />You paint with all your might<br />Full of ginger and red<br />Blossom blooms under your might<br />Kissing calamity<br /><br />Like a world on fire.<br />-Mark Kong, UHILL<br /><br />Marriage<br /><br />When I was a young pup<br />I dream of growing up<br />Dream of fairy<br />And getting marry<br /><br />My woman doesn’t have to be wise<br />Because then everyday will be a surprise<br />She will think I am a fuss<br />When really I am a wuss<br /><br /> But if the day ever come<br />That I find a woman rich<br />But acts as if she was a witch<br />I would let her know <br />How ugly she really show<br /><br />If I ever find a woman that is true<br />That is when my heart will know<br />That this is the woman for me<br />And I will be completely free<br /><br />King of the Beast<br /><br />In the distant skies<br />Arose a mighty cry<br />Comes the king of the jungle<br />Like a king he moves,<br />Muscles rippled as proves<br />Thy strength that grips his body<br />As hunger shine in his eyes<br />Never a sound made<br />As he leaps forward<br />Towards the prey<br /><br />Tasting<br />Devouring<br />In the silent forest of the night.<br /><br />-Mark Kong, UHILL<br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span>Impossible<br /><br />You can smell the freshly mowed grass as you<br />run down the field,<br />You can feel eyes glued to you,<br />You accept a pass from your teammates as you<br />start dribbling the ball not even thinking<br />once about stopping,<br />You come close to the net and you can hear<br />your heart beating,<br />As you kick with all your might and starre<br />in awe for your results....<br />"GOAL"<br />you hear out of nowhere,<br />By now you know that<br />Nothing is impossible.<br /><br />-Naz Kohan, UHill<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></span>Multiple Choice<br /><br />I'm sitting here,<br />Crammed in a tiny desk<br />In a room with more<br />than twenty people,<br />Looking around the room,<br />I see the confused expressions<br />on some people's faces,<br />I can hear pencils scribbling<br />and erasers erasing like lightning<br />I look at my paper again<br />and decided whether to choose<br />A, B, C, D or E,<br />As the teacher finally yells<br />"Time's up"<br /><br />-Naz Kohan, UHILL<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span>No Such Thing as a Happy Ending<br /><br />I still remember your smile,<br />that melted my worries away,<br />I still remember your gift to me<br /> on my birthday,<br />I still remember your captivating eyes<br />reassuring me everything would be fine<br />as i rip a picture of you<br /> into shreds<br />And as I throw it into the fireplace,<br />I still remember how you told me<br /> it would last forever,<br />Watching it burn to pieces,<br />I get a feeling of satisfaction!<br />-Naz Kohan<br /><br />Aging with Friends<br /><br />Chilly wind<br />Tickles my ears.<br />With my imaginery buddy,<br />I talk, think, smile.<br />Realizing the speed of time,<br />I feel lonely but happy.<br />I am lonely because<br />I am too old for being a<br />Friend of Zack.<br />I am happy because<br />Suzanne has grown a lot bigger than I am.<br />Whenever they come,<br />I 'll bark as loud as I can<br />And shake my tail as fast as I can,<br />With all the energy left in me.<br /><br />Well I am too tired<br />And I want some sleep.<br /><br />-David Choi, UHILL<br /><br /><p style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 0.05pt;">Forgiveness<br /><br />I am on a bench<br />Oblivious to<br />Passer-bys<br />Mothers with children<br />Girls with skipping ropes<br />Boys with their socceer ball,<br />Reminding me of the present,<br /><br />Their world is not mine<br />Those happy scarless hearts<br />Remind me of a life that<br />I never had.<br /><br />Have they ever<br />Felt the sting of discrimination?<br />How many times I have felt<br />Ashamed of my skin colour<br />I despise but cannot help.<br /><br />Who am I to blame?<br />Why should I feel shame?<br />Forgiveness is so much harder that<br />They teach in Sunday school.<br /><br />I forgive them because<br />Of the strength of my people because<br />I don't want them as a reason<br />To hate myself.<br /><br />Unshakle the past<br />The future bekons<br />It's 6 o'clock and I am born again.</p><br /><p style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 0.05pt;">-David Choi, UHILL<br /></p><p style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 0.05pt;"><br /></p><p style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 0.05pt;">Chapters of Time<br /><br />Grey hair<br />Short and neatly combed back,<br />Shining in the sunlight<br />Young eyes in<br />A wrinkled face<br />Staring through a moving window,<br />Views the<br />Changing world<br />"It's so different"<br />Regretting the speed of<br />Time.<br /><br />"This world,<br />Saturated with<br />Memories of my past<br />I was a part of it<br />I helped build it<br />I could've done better"<br />Wise grin on his<br />Face.<br /><br />"This hammer does not belong to me anymore<br />But to my children."</p><br /><p style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 0.05pt;"><br /></p><p style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 0.05pt;">-David Choi, UHILL</p><br /><p style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 0.05pt;"><br /></p><p style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 0.05pt;">A Poet</p><p style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 0.05pt;"><br /></p><p style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 0.05pt;">I am a poet<br />Because<br />I can feel,<br />Think,<br />Write,<br />And speak.<br />Are you a poet?<br />Oh, I am sorry<br />You're not a poet.</p><p style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 0.05pt;"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><b><span style="color: black;" lang="EN-CA"></span></b></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 0.05pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><span style="color: black;" lang="EN-CA">-David Choi, UHILL</span><b><span style="color: black;" lang="EN-CA"><br /></span></b></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 0.05pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><b><span style="color: black;" lang="EN-CA">The Internet</span></b><span style="color: black;" lang="EN-CA"> </span><span style="color: black;" lang="EN-US"></span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 0cm;"><span style="color: black;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><span> </span></span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 0cm;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><span style="color: black;" lang="EN-CA">I am w</span><span style="color: black;" lang="EN-US">a</span><span style="color: black;" lang="EN-CA">ndering </span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 0cm;"><span style="color: black;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">In the secret garden of the Internet,</span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 0cm;"><span style="color: black;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Time flies </span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 0cm;"><span style="color: black;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Like a bird in the sky, leaving no trace.</span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 0cm;"><span style="color: black;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">If one day,</span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 0cm;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><span style="color: black;" lang="EN-CA">The </span><span style="color: black;" lang="EN-CA">Eden</span><span style="color: black;" lang="EN-CA"> were not there,</span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 0cm;"><span style="color: black;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Time would grow its root and refuse to care.</span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 0cm;"><span style="color: black;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">My story would be sad.</span></span></span></p><br /><p style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 0cm;">-Candy Zhou, UHILL</p><p style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 0cm;"><br /></p><p style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 0cm;"><span style="color: black;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><b><span lang="EN-CA">The Tea Cup</span></b><span lang="EN-CA"><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-CA"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-CA">Charming as its appearance</span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-CA">The tea cup sits on the book</span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-CA">As the sea waves outside the patio</span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-CA">The tea sings a silent lullaby</span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-CA">For my good night’ s sleep</span></p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br /><span lang="EN-CA"></span></p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-CA">-Candy Zhou, UHILL</span></p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br /><span lang="EN-CA"></span></p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="color: black;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><b><span lang="EN-US">Photo</span></b><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-CA"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 0cm;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" lang="EN-CA">My childhood photo album is a magic box.</span></p><span style="font-size: 12pt;" lang="EN-CA"> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-CA">When it is open,</span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-CA">Laughers and songs are flying around </span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-CA">Like little birds in the sky.</span></p><br /><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">-Candy Zhou, UHILL</p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br /></p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="color: black;" lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><b><span lang="EN-US">Whipping Cream Winter</span></b><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US">Flurries of pearls drop to the ground from a broken necklace</span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US">Snowmen stand like statues</span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US">Trees becomes crystal carvings</span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US">Roofs prick through the white blankets</span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US">A whipping cream winter</span></p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br /><span lang="EN-US"></span></p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US">-Candy Zhou, UHILL<br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br /><span lang="EN-US"></span></p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><b><span lang="EN-US">Happy Valentine's Day</span></b><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span> </span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US">No matter how I try, you seem far away.</span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US">You look like an angle, Heaven is where you stay.</span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US">But why can't you stay with me,</span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US">That's the way we used to be!</span></p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br /><span lang="EN-US"></span></p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US">-Candy Zhou, UHILL<br /></span></p></span></span></p></span></span></span></p></span></span></span></span></p></span></span></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24756686-114641767297639485?l=dudeswithpens.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dudeswithpenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08156325930474761169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24756686.post-1146249493196969492006-04-28T11:19:00.000-07:002006-04-29T22:42:55.416-07:00<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Portable</span> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family:Arial;"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--><!--[endif]--> Pretty brunette, working silently in a stuffy, crowded class room<o:p></o:p><br />Full of yelling adolescents, throwing crumpled paper balls and gossip<o:p></o:p><br />in exotic tongues to the simple ears, punctuating the dusty gloom<o:p></o:p><br />White paper lined with blue, smudged with equations and graphs <o:p></o:p><br />On which her neat, bubbly writing flows across, solving inequalities.<o:p></o:p><br />Occasionally punching numbers into her Casino calculator that sits<o:p></o:p><br />On a cramped, dull wooden desk, varnish scratched away, covered in doodles<o:p></o:p><br />Its countless identicals, sitting in crooked rows, after lessons of digits.<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p><br />Brushing back her long brown hair, flowing down tanned anatomy<o:p></o:p><br />Covered by a tight pink/black top, worn light blue jeans<o:p></o:p><br />After bending down to retrieve a pen, fallen on the dusty floor,<o:p></o:p><br />Covered with imprints of chair and desk legs, pressed down by sweating teens.<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p><br />Light hazel eyes, gaze at the sluggish clock older than she is,<o:p></o:p><br />Riveting onto the chalky dark green boards blanketed by smeared white dust<o:p></o:p><br />And the aging collage of stale photos, wrinkling and struggling<o:p></o:p><br />to hang on to the walls, beside the door, hinges consumed by rust, <o:p></o:p><br />As her eyes drift past the still-life, and catch my studying eyes<o:p></o:p><br />before they return to the notes. Both sets of eyes look away shyly,<o:p></o:p><br />and the awkward moment is passed as time is up and the class starts to rise<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family:Arial;"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p><br />-Elitez Psycho, UHill<o:p></o:p></span></p><br /> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Naturally Perfect</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family:Arial;"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p><br />All bask in the shine of your sunrise smile,<o:p></o:p><br />Each unique, each experience is rare.<o:p></o:p><br />In the glow, light roan horses race for miles,<o:p></o:p><br />Through a silky chestnut forest of hair,<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p><br />Matching the swirling hazel and green eyes,<o:p></o:p><br />Which radiate beauty and energy,<o:p></o:p><br />Rivaling the endless depth of the skies.<o:p></o:p><br />Gazing in, all can see the synergy.<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p><br />Intellect, kindness, warmth, and devotion,<o:p></o:p><br />These characters are which cold days are warmed.<o:p></o:p><br />The extent is as vast as the ocean,<o:p></o:p><br />By perfect qualities your soul is formed.<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p><br />Loved and cherished by all who surround you,<o:p></o:p><br />A pure white swan that all regard in awe.<o:p></o:p><br />Perfection equals you and all you do,<o:p></o:p><br />A crystallized snowflake having no flaw.<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p><br />A pedestal is not created here,<o:p></o:p><br />This barely describes what’s already there.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family:Arial;"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p><br />-Elitez Psycho, UHill<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family:Arial;"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family:Arial;"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><!--[endif]--><o:p style="font-weight: bold;"></o:p><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Generals</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family:Arial;"><span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p><br />a POET is a general,<o:p></o:p><br />deploying words on paper… <o:p></o:p><br />using,<o:p></o:p><br />columns of verbs, and<o:p></o:p><br />ranks of adjectives.<o:p></o:p><br />placed at the exact, no mistakes. <o:p></o:p><br />placements of similes, and<o:p></o:p><br />metaphor assaults.<o:p></o:p><br />used with care, zero inaccuracy. <o:p></o:p><br />charges of stanzas, and<o:p></o:p><br />guards of rhythms,<o:p></o:p><br />down to every detail, snafu intolerance. <o:p></o:p><br />winning the skirmish, onto the war.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family:Arial;"> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p><br />-Elitez Psycho, UHill</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family:Arial;"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Did You Know? </span><br /><br />Can You See,<br />the gaunt street-urchins, with straggly disheveled appearance,<br />sifting through garbage trying to stave off starvation?<br />Can You Hear,<br />the wailing of blood-shot, bleary-eyed people,<br />grieving in a dreary, wet, stone cold graveyard?<br />Can You Smell,<br />the nauseating stench of blood, gore and death,<br />floating lazily over a smoking war-torn city?<br />Can You Taste,<br />the air, saturated with thick black smog<br />slowly leeching the life out of our once lovely planet?<br />Can You Feel,<br />the ugly dark pain, coiled around a home<br />quietly ripping apart the hopes of a child?<br />Did You Know,<br />That this is our world?<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family:Arial;">-Elitez Psycho, UHill</span></p> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />LOST IN A MAZE</span><br /><br />Here I am,<br />In an inextricable maze.<br />Lost.<br />Without knowing which way to go.<br />Without knowing where I wanna go.<br /><br />Here I am,<br />In an inextricable maze.<br />Frightened.<br />Standing and waiting for someone<br />Who can help me to get out.<br /><br />-Kim Jieun, UHill<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />When you are faced with difficulties…</span><br /><br />When you are faced with difficulties,<br />Look at the blue sky for a moment.<br />And just relax yourself.<br />Then start thinking about people around you<br />Who would look at the same sky as you.<br /><br />When there are heavy burdens on your back.<br />Let the wind blow them off.<br />It will watch you with breathless attention.<br />And take them without any hesitation.<br />As it always do.<br /><br />-Jieun Kim, UHill<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Get Real</span><br /><br />Watching as you please<br />With lifeless eyes glued onto the screen<br />What good is gazing at deafening TV<br />If you can attain more realistic image?<br />Throw away your TV<br />And peer through the window at the touch of nature<br />Breathe the piney, fresh air,<br />Soft with the gentle breeze<br /><br />-Junghoo Kin, UHill<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br />Waiting </span></span><br /><br />Yesterday I went shopping<br />A poor guy came to me<br />Asking me for money<br />I didn't give him any<br />People ignored him by passing<br />Passing<br />Passing<br />He didn't say anything<br />Sitting there like a statue<br />And doing nothing<br />Just Waiting<br />Waiting<br />Waiting<br />Waiting for people coming<br />Hopeless<br /><br />-Susan Hu, UHill<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24756686-114624949319696949?l=dudeswithpens.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dudeswithpenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08156325930474761169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24756686.post-1145931890035821812006-04-24T19:20:00.000-07:002006-04-29T13:10:00.626-07:00<div style="font-weight: bold;">Pyramid<br /><br /></div> <div> </div> <div>Success if always sweet</div> <div>But the route to it is as bitter as can be </div> <div> </div> <div>Have you ever noticed </div> <div>in the pyramidal society these days</div> <div>the bottom is always crowned</div> <div>while the top is always lonely</div> <div> </div> <div>But once you are at the top,</div> <div>you seem to forget </div> <div>those who have assisted us throught our hard times</div> <div>who are now hollering behind us</div> <div>fighting each other to get to a higher place</div> <div> </div> <div>Oh, the cursed realistic cycle</div> <div>of combatting for fame and superiorly! </div> <div> </div><br /><span id="_user_fruitbaskets@gmail.com">-Cindy Zhu, UHill<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Scrambled Day in the Dark</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"> </div> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><font>One unfortunate morning</span></p><font> </span><div style="text-align: left;"><font> </span></div><font> </span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><font><font>I woke in pitch black</span></span></p><font><font> </span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><font><font> </span></span></div><font><font> </span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><font><font><font>I took a peek at my alarm clock</span></span></span></p><font><font><font> </span></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><font><font><font> </span></span></span></div><font><font><font> </span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><font><font><font><font>And found it turned off from its usual quack</span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></div><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></div><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><font><font><font><font><font><font>So I hazily grabbed my watch</span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></div><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font>And my fatigue instantly flew in a boom</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font>As the numbers reflected in my eyes</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font>Appears to be 10 minutes before doom</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font>I screamed and jumped out of bed</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font>And raced upstairs to get dressed</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font>I reached out of turn on the light</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font>But none of them came on bright</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font>As I realized that we had no electricity</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font>I grew frustrated with cark</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font>So I ran to school without breakfast</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font>And had to wash my face in the dark</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font>I barely made it on time</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font>And I suffered in hunger 'till lunchtime</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font>And that was when I realized</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font>How could I possibly remembered to bring lunch</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font>In this chaotic morning crime?</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><br /><span id="_user_fruitbaskets@gmail.com">-Cindy Zhu, UHill<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font>Beggar</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> <span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10;"> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Yesterday I went shopping </span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">A poor guy came to me</span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Asking me for money</span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I went away quickly</span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">People ignored him by </span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Passing </span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Passing</span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Passing </span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">He didn’t say anything</span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Sitting like a statue</span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Just Waiting </span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Waiting </span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Wafting </span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Waiting for people’s coming</span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-US"></span> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">-Susan Hu, UHill<br /></span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-weight: bold;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span></span></span></p> </span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font>He left</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"></span><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font>He came</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"></span><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font>He loves me</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"></span><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font>He loves her</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"></span><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font>He smiles at me</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"></span><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font>He smiles at her</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"></span><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font>Saying my true love</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"></span><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font>Cheating on me</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"></span><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font>Shocking </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"></span><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font>Tearing </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"></span><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font>Dying<br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font>-Susan Hu, UHill<br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font>If I Stayed at Home All Day!</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><br /><br />As soon as kiwi exploded beneath my foot<br />I should have know<br />That something EVIL was about to happen<br /><br />When I arrived at my kindergarten<br />They began to throw my hat<br />Into the nasty garbage bin<br /><br />My 14th pair of glasses broke<br />By a rugby ball flying at me.<br />A bunch of kangaroos<br />Began to chew my nose so fast.<br /><br />Oh as if it would stop<br />But as I lied down in my bed<br />My bed broke down with a loud THUD<br /><br />Oh if I stayed at home all day,<br />Disastrous day, how I felt outrageous!<br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> <span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10;"> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;">-Junghoo Kim, UHill<br /><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Waiting <br /><br /></span>Yesterday I went shopping<br />A poor guy came to me<br />Asking me for money<br />I didn’t give him any<br /> People ignored him by passing<br />Passing<br />Passing<br />He didn’t say anything<br />Sitting like a statue<br />And doing nothing<br />Just Waiting<br />Waiting<br />Waiting<br />Waiting for people coming<br />Hopeless<br /><br />-Susan Hu, UHill<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Cheater</span><br />He left<br />He came<br />He loves me<br />He loves her<br />He smiles at me<br />He smiles at her<br />Saying my true love<br />Cheating on me<br />Shocking<br />Crying<br />Dying<br /><br />-Susan Hu, UHill<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Cheng Du-hometown</span><br /><br />China<br />Hometown<br />Enjoyable, comfortable <br />Never boring<br />Gone to immigrate<br />Distance, (great and frightening)<br />Unexpected<br />Homesick<br />On the other side of earth<br />Mom cried<br />Everybody cried<br />Tears every day<br />On the other side of the earth<br />Want to return<br />Never happen<br /><br />-Susan Hu, UHill<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">There once was a girl named cherry </span><br />Who never could say she was sorry <br />She hemmed and she hawed <br />She squirmed and guffawed <br />Then left very fast on a dory <br /> <br />-Susan Hu, UHill<br /><br /></span></p> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24756686-114593189003582181?l=dudeswithpens.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dudeswithpenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08156325930474761169noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24756686.post-1145929401462392292006-04-24T18:43:00.000-07:002006-04-24T19:20:12.706-07:00<div style="direction: ltr;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">10th grade</span><br /><br />As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me.<br />she was my so called "best friend". I stared at her long, silky<br />hair, and wished she was mine. But she didn't notice me like that,<br />and I knew it. After class, she walked up to me and asked me for<br />the notes she had missed the day before and handed them to her.<br />She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to<br />tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends,<br />I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.<br /><br />11th grade<br /><br />The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears,<br />mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the<br />sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2<br />hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she<br />decided to go to sleep. She looked at me, said "thanks" and gave<br />me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know<br />that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too<br />shy, and I don't know why.<br /><br />Senior year<br /><br />The day before prom she walked to my locker. "My date is sick" she<br />said; he's not going to go well, I didn't have a date, and in 7th<br />grade, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would<br />go together just as "best friends". So we did. Prom night, after<br />everything was over, I was standing at her front door step! I<br />stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want<br />her to be mine, but she doesn't think of me like that, and I know<br />it. Then she said "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a<br />kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I<br />don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy,<br />and I don't know why.<br /><br />Graduation Day<br /><br />A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it<br />was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an<br />angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but<br />she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone<br />went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I<br />hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said,<br />"you're my best friend, thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I<br />want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends,<br />I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.<br /><br />A Few Years Later<br /><br />Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting married<br />now. I watched her say "I do" and drive off to her new life,<br />married to another man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn`t<br />see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she<br />came to me and said "you came!". She said "thanks" and kissed me<br />on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't<br />want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I<br />don't know why.<br /><br />Funeral<br /><br />Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be<br />my "best friend". At the service, they read a diary entry she had<br />wrote in her high school years. This is what it read:<br /><br />"I stare at him wishing he was mine, but he doesn't notice me like<br />that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I<br />don't want to be just friends, I love him but I'm just too shy,<br />and I don't know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me!"<br /><br />I wish I did too... I thought to my self, and I cried.<br /><br />-Annonymous, UHill<br /><br /><br /></span> <div><span style="font-weight: bold;">A star.</span><br />My dream.</div> <div>To catch this big shiney star.</div> <div>But everyday, the star seems to be farther out from my reach.</div> <div>Should I give up on my dream, my hope?</div> <div>No.</div> <div>Because this star,</div> <div>is my only hope.<br /><br /></div> <div> </div> <div>-Doris Chan, UHill<br /><br /><br /><div id="mb_0"><div style="direction: ltr;"><div style=""> <div><span style="font-weight: bold;">Life</span><br />is long lasting.</div> <div>It should be full of happy memories.</div> <div>Life</div> <div>Is a blurry image. </div> <div>Life </div> <div>depends on how you live it.</div> <div>No one can tell you what to do.</div> <div>You are in charge of your own life.</div> <div>You have a limit of one lifetime to live.</div> <div>So choose every step of your life wisely.</div> <div>Be smart</div> <div>Because it's your life.<br /><br /></div> <div> </div> <div>-Doris Chan, UHill<br /><br /><div id="mb_0"><div style="direction: ltr;"><div style=""><div style="font-weight: bold;">Cuddly.</div> <div>Unique.</div> <div>I made it myself to keep me company when I feel lonely.</div> <div>Stained with tears of sadness and tears of joy.</div> <div>Red with blue spots. </div> <div>It is</div> <div>my pillow.<br /><br /></div> <div> </div> <div>-Doris Chan, UHill<br /><br /><div style="font-weight: bold;">my closest friend.</div> <div>now slipping farther away from me.</div> <div>A shameful crack that destroyed our close friendship.</div> <div>Our bridge is broken.</div> <div>No more mouthing words to each other or passing notes behind the teacher's back.</div> <div>My closest friend left.</div> <div>And she has taken a huge chunk of my heart with her when she left.</div> <div>We started out so close, but ended up so far apart.</div> <div>Wishing that one day, that she will finally see </div> <div>how much I really miss her.<br /><br />-Doris Chan, UHill<br /><br /><div id="mb_0"><div style="direction: ltr;"><div style=""><div style="font-weight: bold;">I am a stranger.</div> <div>I have lost my soul to the world.</div> <div>Forgotten identity.</div> <div>I wonder,</div> <div>Who am I?</div> <div> </div> <div>-Doris Chan, UHill.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ceiling</span><br /><br />High above in your room,<br />a big rectangle, painted with white,<br />has little bumpy stuff all over it.<br /><br />The surface that is,<br />as hard as a rock,<br />reflects the light of your lamp,<br />and creates a big shadow.<br /><br />I stare at it a lot,<br />even though there¡¯s nothing to stare at,<br />and is all empty.<br /><br />It is called ceiling.<br /></div></div> </div></div><br />-Rina Park, UHill<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Anorexic</span><br /><br />The beast<br />controls me,<br />nags me,<br />and never goes away.<br /><br />The rule was:<br />the worse you feel, the better youare,<br />the emptier, the freer, the purer.<br />This kept me going.<br /><br />I was obsessed over evey calorie.<br />I took 3 minutes between bites<br />I could not help it.<br /><br />Another meal,<br />another lie,<br />another fight.<br /><br />My life has been eaten away,<br />I am a wasted body, a wasted life.<br /><br />Can I learn to be so present?<br />Can I learn to be so full?<br /><br />-Rina Park, UHill<br /><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><span style="font-size: 10.5pt;" lang="EN-US"> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span></span></span></p> </span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24756686-114592940146239229?l=dudeswithpens.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dudeswithpenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08156325930474761169noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24756686.post-1145911130419439342006-04-24T13:03:00.000-07:002006-04-24T18:54:48.656-07:00Special Love<br /><br />Its today that she arrives<br />Mom's coming home<br />I missed her perfume, her contagious laughter<br />And her special kind of humor<br />I was like a baby crying out for Mom<br /><br />'Knock knock'<br />She's home<br />I suddenly picture a perfect TV reunion<br />Where they kiss and hug<br />And now I imagine myself hugging<br />And kissing Mom<br />I promise myself to do it<br />Because that's what they do on TV<br /><br />I see her tiered but delighted to be home<br />Love is swirling around me<br />I almost hug her<br />But¡¦¡¦ I can't<br />Instead I hug her breathlessly in my mind<br /><br />As she naps I watch her<br />I see her face filled with a life story<br />I see myself, my brother, my father<br />I see our education and money within every line on her face<br /><br />My heart begins to burn<br />Then my eyes fill with tears<br /><br />I lean down to kiss her warn cheek<br />I realize love is not only expressed in a hug<br />This is our own way of love<br />Our special way<br />I love you Mom...<br /><br />-Katelyn<br /><br /><br />The Blackboard Henry Lee<br /><br />Large, green, and rectangular<br />Chalks and brushes lie underneath<br />Ancient scratch marks still remain<br />Soft tapping from distant classrooms<br />Distant drones of teachers voices<br />Conjures up ancient memories<br />As I stand facing towards it<br />Forgotten recollections<br />Of my long ago childhood<br />Start slowly drifting back<br />Large , green, and rectangular<br />It is<br />The blackboard<br />Left here to lie forgotten<br />In this abandoned schoolyard<br /><br />-Henry Lee, U-Hill<br /><br />Hljödhr Zar'oc<br /><br />The silent misery<br />He sits alone, staring at the stars<br />Wishing he was someone he can never be<br />To be near her, the girl of his dreams<br />He feels not jealousy, but sadness<br />For what he knows can never happen<br />But can only be dreamed about…<br /><br />Kenneth Lim, Uhill<br /><br />My Journey<br /><br />I started a journey<br />A while ago;<br />It started simply<br />All the while slow.<br /><br />In the beginning<br />The path was cleared.<br />To venture forward<br />I never feared.<br /><br />Hour by hour<br />Day by day<br />The years went by.<br />"Come what come may."<br /><br />But then I found<br />A branch in the road.<br />I thought and pondered;<br />My progress slowed.<br /><br />Then the way<br />Became dark and dim.<br />I stumbled and fell;<br />My success was slim.<br /><br />Then I saw<br />Along the way<br />A candle glowing<br />Night was day.<br /><br />My mind cleared<br />My fright was hollow.<br />The dreams I held<br />Were mine to follow.<br /><br />Sight restored<br />Logic unfrozen<br />I now follow<br />The path I've chosen.<br /><br />David Henkelman, UHill<br /><br />The laughing hyena<br /><br />The laughing hyena<br />Sits in the corner alone<br />He will laugh no moreI<br />t¡¯s like he¡¯s turned to stone<br />The spectators angry<br />Only one looks sad<br />He feels its pain<br />For the life it never had<br /><br />-Kenneth Lim, UHill<br /><br />Perfection<br /><br />I looked into the mirror today...<br />there was a crack in the reflection<br />I thought it was the mirror<br />But it was my own perfection...<br />Never I thought I would fall in love so soon<br />again the way I did<br />Never I thought I would laugh the way<br />I used to as a kid<br />I never realliy liked my smile<br />But, you helped my like it like you do~<br />Never I thought I would find love again<br />But then...I found you =]<br /><br />I always want to be there<br />when you smile and shed a tear<br />I don't keep many things in my heart<br />But you I hold so dear~<br />You go through my mind all day...<br />But stays forever in my heart<br />All of the emotions that I felt<br />would keep me happy all the while<br />Makes its way to what I say<br />I love this guy - With eyes so kind<br />So I bid you please<br />Don't leave me behind. . .<br /><br />Catherine Hou, UHill<br /><br />Honger Boi<br />Long black hair - style of a movie star,<br />contrasts against such a simple red shirt<br />A high-tech cell adn that cool sway when you walk<br />surely makes you stand out all above the rest<br />A Super-Honger B-Ball Boy<br /><br />A bouncy personality<br />a sweet look and a<br />warm inviting smile - Makes you happy<br />flashes my way...<br />can't help but stare...and smile back =]<br /><br />In a breath, all is gone<br />pulled away and down the hill<br />easy come easy go - makes me laugh<br />Looking back ; hope to see you one last time...<br />A shinmy new silver mercedes.<br /><br />Catherine Hou, UHill<br /><br />One Night's Magic<br /><br />Here I am again, waiting for your smile<br />come with me in the twilight of tonight<br />Take my hand and follow me for a while...<br />and I'll tell you a tale of pure virgin white.<br /><br />so open you mind and I'll start my spell,<br />I'll take you to place where you'll be free.<br />Lands of fantasy where the dragons dwell;<br />Rendezvous with the maids of the deep seas.<br /><br />Fly in the sky with the seraphs of fame,<br />Visit the paradise of light and creeds<br />Or fall into the abyss of deep flames,<br />Just cut yourself to see how much it bleeds.<br /><br />Bloodthirsty demons feed upon your pains,<br />However, nothing in this world sustains.<br /><br />Catherine Hou, UHill<br /><br />Flower Fire [ü£ûý]<br /><br />An abandoned old beach I sat<br />On a neglected cold rock - sprayed with stardust.<br />The cool calming waters : swaying from side to side<br />brushed and hugs my toes.<br />Feels Nostalgic...<br /><br />The clear seafoam waters tell of a story.<br />A goldfish of my love.<br />Springs to life and dances like the fireworks<br />of the night.<br />The Scent Of Summer Rain Surely Takes Me Back.<br /><br />The life of a goldfish is shortas short<br />as a Summer's fling - almost bland<br />Yet this goldfish is enigmatic,<br />After all~ it takes after you<br />Memory Which I Will Never Forget.<br /><br />For a moment there, I only wished for<br />your happiness.<br />But now the time's long past - and<br />my goldfish danced off with the strong chilling winds.<br />It's Sad To Part, But I won't Forget. . .<br /><br />Not with the fireworks going BANG in the Sky.<br /><br />Mustafar<br /><br />On Mustafar<br />The boiling lava<br />The soft black sands<br />Eat away at the fallen one,<br />the chosen one<br />With flames so searing<br />You want to scream so loud<br />The whole universe trembles<br />But you can't, because<br />The fire's burned away your throat<br />The shadow approaches<br />You black out<br />The first dawn of light<br />In your universe brings you pain<br />The light always burns you, and<br />Always you will<br />Lie on black glass sand<br />Beside the lake of fire<br />While flames devour your flesh<br />You open your scorched pale eyes<br />But you can't see, not really as you used toS<br />ensors integrate light and shadow<br />Into a hideous simulacrum<br />Of the world around you<br />Or perhaps the simulacrum is perfect<br />And it¡s the world that is hideous...<br />You scream with your mechanical voice<br />And reach for power<br />To crush the shadow<br />Who has destroyed you<br />But<br />You are so much less than what you were<br />In the end you cannot touch the shadow<br />In the end you don't even want to<br />In the end the shadow is all you have left<br />Inside your furnace heart<br />You burn in your own flame.<br />As the volcanoes of Mustafar<br />Erupt around you<br />Bathing you in their furious light<br />You are lost in your own darkness<br />This is how it feels to be Anakin Skywalker, forever<br /><br />Kenneth Lim, UHill<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24756686-114591113041943934?l=dudeswithpens.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dudeswithpenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08156325930474761169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24756686.post-1145908936170781802006-04-24T12:53:00.000-07:002006-04-24T13:03:13.790-07:00The Worst day of my life.<br /><br />I still remember-<br />the worst day of my life,<br />I got up late,<br />forgot it was Friday,<br />and when I went to school,<br />no one was there,<br />the hallways were quiet,<br />and everyone was in class,<br />that’s when I realized that I was 30 minutes late for class.<br />Later that day,<br />I lost my favorite ring,<br />I searched and searched for it,<br />but it was never found,<br />then I fell down in the gym,<br />and got a huge bruise on my leg.<br />The rest of classes were extremely boring,<br />I had a science test that day,<br />somehow, I just couldn’t concentrate,<br />but I did my best anyway.<br />After school,<br />I walked home in rainy weather,<br />I was wet and muddy,<br />and caught a cold that evening.<br />It was the worst day of my life.<br /><br />-Jinie- (Gr.8)<br /><br /><br />There once was a fellow named June,<br />Who likes to take pictures of moon,<br />He likes to play,<br />Talks everyday,<br />And loves to play with balloons.<br /><br />-Jinie- (Gr. 8)<br /><br /><br />The Walk<br /><br />I remember, from our walk:<br />touching smooth, pale tree bark.<br />It shone with a white light,<br />laden with brown strips very bright<br />the size of sewing needles,<br />some small as strands of hair.<br />a small piece of wood light as a pile of grass<br />small enough to hold it in my grasp<br />without revealing the secret within<br />It was brown, bright,<br />with long thick strips of pale white.<br />all different shades of brown,<br />light as dry soil,<br />and dark as ebony.<br /><br />-anonymous<br /><br />The Rose<br />Red petals encircle the pollen within<br />The petals, they feel as soft as a baby’s skin<br />But that is an insidious lie<br />For the stem of a rose defies replies<br />With thorns so sharp and menacing<br />It may be called of the flowers, king<br />Aiding a lover’s way to express<br />And with it, confess<br />His undying love<br />For his lover, who in his eyes looks as graceful as a dove<br /><br />-anonymous<br /><br /><br />Sharks<br />Nature’s fierce predators<br />roaming the deep ocean floor<br />feared by all,<br />KINGS of the ocean.<br />Like lightening<br />they flow,<br />swim,<br />zoom towards their helpless preys.<br />Likes knifes<br />their jaws snap,<br />break,<br />chew,<br />almost everything.<br />They are the ocean’s very own submarines<br />equipped with built in paddles,<br />eyes,<br />nose,<br />to guarantee that the target will never escape.<br />Like rain clouds<br />their figures appears suddenly,<br />their shadows blocks the sunlight,<br />then vanishing into the dark water.<br />Sharks<br />they don’t wobble through the ocean.<br />They glide,<br />they slide<br />s m o o t h l y<br />at the most unexpected places,<br />Roaming the deep ocean floor<br />feared by all.<br />KINGS of the ocean.<br /><br />-Anna Chen<br /><br /><br />Love for the Ocean<br />Painting tucked<br />E v e r y w h e r e .<br />Dreamy watercolour seascapes of<br />sky<br />and water<br />and ships.<br />He had tried to paint the ocean.<br />I was infinitely glad for having been there,<br />having learned that<br />love of the ocean is the<br />love of life,<br />a love that never leaves us<br />as long as we live.<br />We are like rocks,<br />blithely<br />riding<br />the<br />tides,<br />only to be beached<br />until some kind hand throws us back to sea<br />(Words from “A Day on the New Hampshire Shore” by Steve Creech in Chicken Soup for the Ocean Lover’s Soul, page 70)<br /><br />-Anna Chen<br /><br /><br />In Love with<br />The Ocean<br />When the light cool breeze swept by me,<br />I noticed that the air, the smell was so fresh.<br />The endless waves thundered upon the sandy shore<br />With the burning hot sun shinning.<br />The sand felt soft under my bare feet.<br />The ocean, the water stretched as far as eye could see.<br />A thin black line separated the deep water from the shallow.<br />The ocean was calm, connecting people all around the world together.<br />A pile of filthy shell and seaweed washed onto the clean beach.<br />A log stood out boldly, failed at its attempt at camouflage.<br />A small fishing dock floated on the edge of the water.<br />I knew right that moment when I first saw it: I love it!<br /><br />-Anna Chen<br /><br /><br />The Poet<br /><br />A poet is a painter<br />Splashing colors onto paper<br />Creating the outline<br />Fixing the shape<br />Then carefully adding in minor details<br />Bright<br />Dark<br />Always trying out new techniques<br />Always capturing the best of their subjects<br />Over lining with black on the edges<br />For perfection<br />Finishing with scribbled signatures<br /><br />-Anna Chen<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24756686-114590893617078180?l=dudeswithpens.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dudeswithpenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08156325930474761169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24756686.post-1145122747031777442006-04-15T10:35:00.000-07:002006-04-15T10:39:07.043-07:00Greetings poets,<br /><br />This month we at dudes with pens will be selecting our favorite poems (one junior and one senior) out of the poems that are submitted until the end of April, and will be awarding them a very cool prize. This will not be of cash value, but it will be awesome. This decision will be made by panel. <br /><br />Keep these poems coming!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24756686-114512274703177744?l=dudeswithpens.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dudeswithpenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08156325930474761169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24756686.post-1145121408259916192006-04-15T10:14:00.000-07:002006-04-24T12:52:44.576-07:00A Dialogue<br />Of course not.<br />So you don't have a mother?<br />Bingo!<br />Wow...<br />That's why I'm looking for her.<br />But she's not here,<br />is she? She could be anywhere.<br />Under the floorboards<br />in the attic. Or in the pantry,<br />in quiet places where mice leave footprints<br />in flour.<br />That's not what I meant.<br />It doesn't matter anyway, does it?<br />She's still<br />dead.<br /><br />-Ashlyn Anstee<br /><br /><br />Ivy<br />It's cold-<br />Your tea is boiling over and there's no one<br />left to warm your sheets but the water<br />from the kettle.<br /><br />Everyone rushes- but nobody rushes<br />to point out the rainbow<br /><br />made by the sun hitting the<br />sun shower, hitting the tin roof,<br />hitting your face.<br /><br />Everybody rushes, but your tea is boiling over,<br />and no one is rushing to keep their chin up,<br />keep their hair down, keep their ifs, ands, or buts-<br />It's cold-<br />and the ivy's dying in the street,<br />because there's no where to go but down,<br />because once you've reached the moon,<br />because everyone's rushing, and your sheet are empty-<br /><br />and you wake up not knowing if it's worth it to get out of bed.<br /><br />-Ashlyn Anstee<br /><br />Tense<br /><br />I am a drosophila in a Petri dish<br />Under an electron transmission microscope<br />The eye of God<br />I see<br />Through extended virtual light rays<br />A mirage<br />Controls me<br />As chemicals and enzymes<br />Slit my scalp<br />And wiggle<br />In<br />My<br />Brain<br />molarity or molality<br />or reality<br />Outside<br />The purple sky<br />Paper flowers<br />Candy clouds<br />Each raindrop is not a product of hydrogen and oxygen<br />Gas condensation<br />Covalently bonded with two pi bonds<br />Colligated through hydrogen bonding dipole-dipole forces with London<br />Dispersion Forces<br />Each Drop is a unheard story<br />That God<br />And I<br />Cry.<br /><br />-Kimmy Tao<br /><br /><br />No shame<br /><br />One candy<br />Two friends<br />Back and forth<br />Back and forth<br />No you have it<br />No you have it<br />Three<br />Four<br />Back to me<br />Supposedly<br />But I didn’t see<br />When it was grabbed away from me<br />No Shame smiling silently<br /><br />We call her “No Shame”<br />For she is never humble<br />She talks about her shiny eyes<br />And how her face is so beautiful<br />She never declines<br />When you offer her food<br />She constantly whines<br />When there’s work to do<br /><br />But that is why she is real<br />As real as that mole on Mao’s chin<br />Her honesty<br />hides no lies<br />And that,<br />Is the beauty<br />No shame<br />Reveals<br />Within<br /><br />-Kimmy Tao<br /><br />The Rise<br /><br />Irony is in the waking<br />It is an open-window nightmare<br />Where birds are shot<br />Their entrails hung from trees<br />While other birds peck at their carcasses<br />On the ground.<br />Paper flowers grow under purple clouds<br />As arrows of sunlight pierce<br />Their flesh<br />And life bleeds into the soft earth<br />Where a solemn tree<br />Uproots itself from the jungle foliage<br />Finally free of its earthly chains<br />A wish untold, granted.<br />Its first step towards a new beginning<br />Was followed by a fatal fall.<br />The tree had no legs.<br /><br />-Kimmy Tao<br /><br />Two Reality<br /><br />White on black is contentment in lifeboats<br />above the waves of stench<br />uproaring<br />never a straight line<br />uproaring<br />droplets of sad faces fill up<br />eyes of anger float on the liquid surface<br />the liquid being bloody<br />Spit.<br /><br />-Kimmy Tao<br /><br /><br />1. OF MIDNIGHT AND MASQUERADES<br /><br />A pearl of white within the blackened sea<br />Of disgusted fascination and tears<br />Resisting the heart's shrieking urge to flee<br />And satisfy all your unfounded fears<br />Your garments dark, your face white marble stone<br />The brilliant light you shed on my parade<br />Rise you angelic up, but still alone<br />A radiant soul in this bleak masquerade<br />Let morbid curiosity consume<br />Come see the smiling body lying cold<br />And smell death's already-pungent perfume<br />Follow the procession of young and old<br />You watch the earth, its people pass you by<br />And so, in my gilded coffin, do I.<br /><br />-Robin<br /><br />2. THE BLOODBATH<br /><br />Does he hear it?<br />Does he hear the subtle ringing of the knife,<br />Euphoric and hungry,<br />Stained by blood and screams of men<br />Who have passed this way and fount nothing but death<br />(and a good shave)<br />To satisfy them?<br /><br />Does he know what the world can do to him?<br />That it can make him measure days in pain and shovels<br />And call it law with a hammer?<br />Does he know vengeance will come from razor blades<br />And whistled tunes<br />And that with a flick of metal<br />He can be a practice throat?<br /><br />Does he feel the displacement of the air?<br />Does it whisper a hello to him, his name,<br />Weaving a spell of docility and salvation?<br />Does it spit on his dishonourable skin<br />Hissing and weeping, for blood and for sin,<br />Splitting hairs and veins?<br /><br />And silence reigns with the violin.<br /><br />-Robin<br /><p>Dreams</p><p>Behind every dream</p><p>There is a fantasy world</p><p>Waiting to be found</p><p>By a careless mind</p><p>What are dreams... </p><p>anyways?</p><p>Hopes for people,</p><p>Or...</p><p>Do you know?</p><p>-Moony Qi</p><p>Friendship VS Age</p><p>We were best friends when we were nine<br /> Good friends when we were eleven<br /> Friends when we were thirteen<br />What a wierd pattern!?<br />Our friendship didn't grow and shrink instead!<br />I wonder why...Age?</p><p>Moony Qi</p><p>Make It Stop ( found poem - original taken from "the perks of being awallflower" by stephen chbosky )</p><p>Yellow piece of paper</p><p>Lines</p><p>Because that was</p><p>what it was all about</p><p>His teacherAn A</p><p>A gold star</p><p> </p><p>That was the year</p><p>all the kids</p><p>He let them</p><p>And his mother and father</p><p>A lot</p><p>The girl around the corner</p><p>signed</p><p>with a row of x¡¯s</p><p>His father tucked him in at night</p><p>always there</p><p> </p><p>A white paperBlue lines</p><p>The name of the season</p><p>What it was all about</p><p>And his mother never</p><p>The kids told him</p><p>They would burn</p><p>Thick lenses</p><p>And black</p><p>And the girl around the corner laughed</p><p>And his father got mad</p><p>He cried</p><p> </p><p>Innocence: A Question</p><p>About his girl</p><p>Strange steady look</p><p>He never showed her</p><p>Too much make up that made him cough</p><p>he kissed her anyway</p><p>because that was the thing to do</p><p>Tucked himself into bed</p><p> </p><p>Brown paper bag</p><p>Absolutely Nothing</p><p>That was what it was really all bout</p><p>An A</p><p>And a slash on each damned wrist</p><p>because this time</p><p>he didn't think he could</p><p><br /> - Freda Li</p><p> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24756686-114512140825991619?l=dudeswithpens.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dudeswithpenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08156325930474761169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24756686.post-1145060702113812412006-04-14T17:22:00.000-07:002006-04-14T17:25:02.113-07:00The Chalkboard<br /><br />There it stood.<br />With it’s flat and smooth surface.<br />Silently contributing.<br /><br />-Joyce L.<br /><br />Kite<br />Up in the sky high.<br />The wind wave hi.<br />The kite dance by.<br /> Floating freely.<br /> Floating softly.<br /> Without any worries,<br /> Nor sorries,<br />The kite went high.<br /><br />-Joyce L.<br /><br />What’s Worst Than Today?<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">It was raining cats and dogs.<br />My friend and I lost all sense of direction.<br />Then we went into a gas station.<br />Bought some drinks and snacks.<br />Asked for direction but pointed us the<br />other direction.<br />Took the whole two hours to find the bus station!<br />Thought the nightmare’s over but then…<br />We found out the drink we digested has expired!<br />Together went home with a stomach ache<br />that lasted for three days!<br />What’s worst than today?<br /><br />-Joyce L.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24756686-114506070211381241?l=dudeswithpens.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dudeswithpenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08156325930474761169noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24756686.post-1145060490124125102006-04-14T17:12:00.000-07:002006-04-15T18:53:19.333-07:00Reflection<br />Shiny glass surface<br />fragile yet wonderful<br />reflecting your face<br />elegent and beautiful<br /><br />-Bonyoung K.<br /><br />Knife<br />Sharp and gleaming sword<br />used for cooking to feed<br />but it can kill without a word<br />weapon or tool, it's your need<br /> <br />-Bonyoung K<br /> <div><strong></strong> </div> <div>Trouble with my alarm clock</div> <div> </div> <div>My clock ringing at five to ten,</div> <div>I ran hurriedly to school to face my angry teacher.</div> <div>Running my best, I received my punishment.</div> <div>In science class, I tripped,</div> <div>dropping all my testubes which broke into countless shards of glass.</div> <div> </div> <div>After school I thought the day was going to turn out okay,</div> <div>Because my father had promised to meet me at the air port.</div> <div>Impatiently waiting, I decided to look around the airport.</div> <div>Instead, I got lost for three hours.</div> <div>What a disasterous day!!</div> <div>I feel as frustrated as an egg on a frying pen.<br /><br />-Chanwoo K<br /><br /><div>There once was a kind woman named Sun.</div> <div> </div> <div>A boy named Chanwoo was her first son.</div> <div> </div> <div>Chanwoo was bad indeed</div> <div> </div> <div>But she helped him to succeed </div> <div> </div> <div>To stop his brother from shooting a gun<br /><br />-Chanwoo K<br /><br />On a cold day in August<br />Found poem (Truman Capote, 1924- 1984, A Christmas Memory by Truman Capote) <div> </div> <div>The moon rises quite high,</div> <div>Suffusing the house with darkness,</div> <div>The window turns into a mirror,</div> <div>Smooth as creek pebbles,</div> <div>Reflections mingle with </div> <div>The rising moon.</div> <div> </div> <div>Caarackle!</div> <div>Stalked with coal and firewood,</div> <div>The Black stove sounds minature thunder</div> <div>As it catches flame.</div> <div>Nose-tingling odours saturate the kitchen.</div> <div>Puffs of smoke drift out to the world.</div> <div> </div> <div>I feel warm and sparky inside myself,</div> <div>Carefree as the wind in the chimney.</div> <div>My dancing shadow rolicks on the walls,</div> <div>Wobbling like a drunkard's legs.</div> <div>We giggle; as if unseen hands were tickling us.</div> <div>Our cheery voices rock the chinaware</div> <div>On a cold day in August.</div> <div> </div> <div><div><strong><u>Untitled </u></strong></div> <div><strong></strong> </div> <div>The man values his children</div> <div> </div> <div>as much as the sky filled with endless stars.</div> <div> </div> <div>To reach the stars,</div> <div> </div> <div>The man must leave his children in darkness</div> <div> </div> <div>But the stars shine so bright that greed</div> <div> </div> <div>Withing the man can not refuse.</div> <div> </div> <div>So he carries his children while reaching his hand out in futile attempts.<br /><br />-Chanwoo K<br /></div></div><br /></div><br /><div><strong><u>Chalk Board</u></strong></div> <div> </div> <div>White ghastly powders tracing down its length,</div> <div> </div> <div>Hitting its bumpy dents like many holes on the surface of the moon,</div> <div> </div> <div>Sometimes it sings of its loathsome screeching cries,</div> <div> </div> <div>Wide in length and dark green coloured,</div> <div> </div> <div>It is the teacher's sole companion along with the over-head.<br /><br />-Chanwoo K<br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24756686-114506049012412510?l=dudeswithpens.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dudeswithpenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08156325930474761169noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24756686.post-1145059920757543322006-04-14T17:10:00.000-07:002006-04-14T17:12:00.756-07:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">Wind in the Chimney</span><br />FOUND POEM: Truman Capote 1924-1984 (from a Christmas Memory by Truman<br />Capote)<br /><br />In the kitchen hulling a heaping buggy load of windfall pecans.<br />The kitchen is growing dark.<br />Dusk turns the window into a mirror<br />Our reflections mingle with the rising moon as we<br />work by the fireside in the firelight.<br /><br />The black stove, stoked with coal and firewood,<br />glows like a lighted pumpkin.<br />Eggbeaters whirl, spoons spin round in bowls of butter and sugar.<br />Vanilla sweetens the air ginger spices it.<br />Melting, nose-tingling odors saturate the kitchen.<br />Suffuse the house, drift out to the world on puffs of the chimney smoke.<br />I feel warm and sparky as those crumbling logs.<br />Carefree as the wind in the chimney.<br /><br />-Joyce Lin<br /><br />THE JOURNEY<br /><br />In this whole world,<br />where all people try their best<br />to reach for the top.<br />where all people are so competitive<br />to achieve the same goals.<br /><br />Look for a centain thing,<br />which you really want.<br />The thing that will make you unique.<br />The thing that others never dreamed of<br />The thing that will change this whole world.<br /><br />Don't follow others,<br />"Just Be Yourself"<br /><br />-Jieun Kim<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24756686-114505992075754332?l=dudeswithpens.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dudeswithpenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08156325930474761169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24756686.post-1145059634008535432006-04-14T16:59:00.000-07:002006-04-14T17:07:14.013-07:00Beautiful Mistake<br /><br />He was dangerous.<br />I should have known<br />but it seems I am<br />addicted<br />to danger.<br />Never hurt by him on my hands or face<br />but my heart<br />paid the price<br />He sucked me in<br />with lies<br />and threw me away<br />with truth<br />Everything I ever wanted<br />Everything I had ever hated<br />Everything I had ever loved<br />was him.<br />He's ill in the mind<br />manic and lost<br />Controlling me because everything<br />around him was<br />spinning out of control<br />Crystal meth made him see<br />darkness<br />hallucination<br />and disease<br />I made him see light<br />and what he had become.<br />He was sinking too fast<br />I couldn't catch him<br />but believe me... I wanted to.<br />Hurt by all the lies I was fed<br />Broken memories remain in my head<br />It breaks my heart that his soul is dead.<br />The screaming I didn't mind<br />it's the broken heart inside<br />that makes me cry.<br />Even though he caused more pain<br />than I thought I could take<br />he was such a beautiful mistake.<br /><br />-Julisa<br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;">Deep Eyes</span></p> <p>Look into the eyes of someone you love<br />and image them with tears<br />shining bright yet dark with shadows<br />with looking back on the years<br />Look into the eyes of someone you love<br />and imagine them with pain<br />written all over their body and face<br />remembering they were trapped until you came<br />Look into the eyes of sumone you love<br />and imagine them with cuts and scars so deep<br />they seep through the skin into their heart<br />realizing what they could not keep<br />Look into the eyes of sumone that you love<br />and imagine them burried and scared<br />fighting for life and clawing at the end<br />knowing that maybe no one cared<br />Look into the eyes of someone you love<br />and imagine a smile upon their face<br />knowing they've found truth and love<br />That no one can replace.<br /></p><p>-Julisa</p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">Dear Love.</span></p> <p>Out of hope and love<br />I hope you love me.<br />I watch you,<br />and adore you,<br />hopefully, one day<br />I'll be with you-<br />In your arms<br />but also,<br />in your heart.<br />Holding your hand<br />but holding truth,<br />so we'll never be apart.<br />I miss good times<br />and love so bold.<br />In a world of our own<br />Without you, my heart is cold<br />summer is here<br />but everything seems so dark<br />I can see the place<br />where we sat<br />at 4 am in the park<br />talking- but never saying what should have been said<br />now look at us.<br />empty and bare<br />sad as a new boy touches my hair<br />he's nice and he's funny and he has a clue<br />and he's trying to win my heart<br />but he's just not you.</p><p>-Julisa<br /></p> <p><span style=";font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Sans-serif;font-size:130%;" >Things you would never see.</span></p> <p><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><strong>inside a kids hand, is another pretty toy<br />Inside a flirts mind, she's checking out another boy.<br />inside an abusive parents house, is a broken crying child<br />inside a procrastinators room, the homework slowly piles<br />inside a teachers head is the next hard lesson plan<br />inside a young boys hear, he wishes to be a man<br />deep inside a pessimists heart, all hope quickly fades<br />inside a cancer victims mind, she hopes to see the next day<br />Inside a celebrities hand there tons of money to spend<br />deep inside a loners heart, she desperatly wants a friend<br />deep inside everyones thoughts, they wonder who they should be<br />deep inside everyones lives, are things you may never see</strong><br /></span></p><p>-Julisa</p><p>Two-Faced</p><p>Every morning I meet her in the hallway<br />She greets me with a warm smile<br />"You are so lovely", she says<br />"You are so kind", she says<br />"You are so smart" she says<br />As if she were my best friend<br />As if she cared deeply for me<br />And I almost believe her<br /><br />As I walk away from her<br />I almost feel the tip of a knife<br />Brush my back of my neck<br />I feel my ears burn a little<br />Then the rumors circle the school<br />And curious eyes follow me<br />I imagine her words of praise<br />Smashing into two thousands of pieces<br /><br />Is there a way that<br />I could not care?</p><p>-Katelyn Y</p><br />Black Nail Polish<br /><p>Its times like these<br />when just looking at my reflection in the mirror<br />pierces my heart more than<br />all of the hurtful words you said<br />combined<br />Its when I abuse myself<br />for believing each and every<br />cold-hearted lie<br />that made its way out of your manipulating mouth<br />Now the days I drag myself through<br />seem more surreal<br />then those fake smiles and conversations<br />that you buried and suffocated me under<br />When will this game end<br />to end my scarring pain<br />So that I can finally be free<br />from your controlling blue eyes<br /><br /> - anonymous</p>Honesty Is Never The Best Policy<br /><br />Whoever said<br />Sticks and stones<br />may break my bones<br />But words<br />can never hurt<br />me<br />Obviously never experienced<br />heartbreak.<br /><br />- anonymous<p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24756686-114505963400853543?l=dudeswithpens.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dudeswithpenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08156325930474761169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24756686.post-1145058759257691302006-04-14T16:51:00.000-07:002006-04-14T16:52:39.266-07:00<div>-A Very Warm Room-</div> <div> </div> <div>In a class where there is a lot of light</div> <div>for sure everything will look bright</div> <div> </div> <div>On the walls there are many arts</div> <div>but don't forget that this class has 2 parts</div> <div> </div> <div>In one room there is cramics and clay</div> <div>while in the other people study and play</div> <div> </div> <div>It's not only an artroom</div> <div>but a social class</div> <div> </div> <div>Where socials 8 is being thought </div> <div>by 2 teachers in class</div> <div> </div> <div>First out art teacher tried teaching it</div> <div>then a student teacher took over quickly</div> <div> </div> <div>There is a funny teacher named Fregusson</div> <div>and the new one is called Ms.Fullerto</div> <div> </div> <div>They both work together ina big classroom</div> <div>It's room 11 our own socials/art room</div> <div> </div> <div>By: Hoori Barkh Eng.8 <u-hill><br /><br /><div> -You are My Favourite Place-</div> <div> </div> <div>An orange ball with black stripes</div> <div>is always bouncing up and down</div> <div> </div> <div>Within your boundaries it must lie</div> <div>if it goes out it's not your fault</div> <div> </div> <div>Everyday boys come to you</div> <div>to play and enjoy their lives</div> <div> </div> <div>Even though you are always occupied</div> <div>we never hear you cry</div> <div> </div> <div>You seem old and weary </div> <div>but people still love you</div> <div> </div> <div>One each side two baskets are waiting</div> <div>for those orange balls that are shaking</div> <div> </div> <div>Beside the tennis court you</div> <div>are U-Hill's own basketball court</div> <div> </div> <div>Bye: Hoori Barkh Eng.8 <u-hill><br /><br /><div>-Important New Technology-</div> <div> </div> <div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">It’s my favourite device</span></span></div> <div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">It has quite a high price</span></span></div> <div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"> </span></span></div> <div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">The one that I have is white and shiny</span></span></div> <div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">It’s also very very tiny</span></span></div> <div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"> </span></span></div> <div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">24/7 my favourite song is heard</span></span></div> <div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">The one that sounds like a baby bird</span></span></div> <div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"> </span></span></div> <div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">With this cool ring tone</span></span></div> <div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Which has a background of its own</span></span></div> <div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"> </span></span></div> <div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">This object is my favourite as you can tell</span></span></div> <div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span lang="EN-CA"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">It’s my imaginary cell</span></span></div> <div> </div> <div>By: Hoori Barkh Eng.8 <u-hill></div><br /></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24756686-114505875925769130?l=dudeswithpens.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dudeswithpenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08156325930474761169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24756686.post-1145058668387083132006-04-14T16:43:00.000-07:002006-04-14T16:51:08.400-07:00black<br /><br />sitting alone in this empty room<br />it feels like these four walls are closing in on me<br />and if you listen<br />hard enough<br />you can almost hear them whisper my secrets back<br />my soul is being stolen<br />by everyday wasted spent regretting the past<br />in this unsatisfying darkness<br />wishing I could take back the words I never said<br />and these cold floors hold no comfort to my burdening concerns<br />my works are so known unspoken<br />that I began to wonder if my voice is still exsistent<br />but there are<br />no more tears to shed.<br />no more promises to forget.<br />no more hearts to break.<br /><br />-Freda<br /><br />To the top<br /><br />Reach the top! Only the top!<br />My ambition pushes me<br />My parents pressure me<br />All this drives me to the top<br />Eventually<br /><br />Alas! I did it! I feel pride.<br />I AM the top!<br />My parents love me<br />Their huge smile for me<br />But I keep questioning<br />Am I doing this all for me?<br /><br />Oh, I see another winner<br />From across the world<br />Is he better than me?<br />Is he smarter than me?<br />Could I really be lost?<br /><br />Oh, dear. Is this really the top?<br />'Gotta be the best, gotta work harder!'<br />My brain pumps like a machine<br />I must be perfect<br /><br />Wait wait<br />What is happening to me?<br />I'm loosing my thoughts<br />My vision is blurred<br />My hards tremble<br />I am out of control<br /><br />What about tomorrow,<br />Would it be miserable like this?<br /><br />-Katelyn Y<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24756686-114505866838708313?l=dudeswithpens.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dudeswithpenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08156325930474761169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24756686.post-1144536207757675362006-04-08T15:37:00.000-07:002006-04-08T15:45:04.856-07:00<div><span style="font-size:85%;"><b><span style="font-size:85%;"> <p>untitled<br /></p><p>H</p></span></b>arrys a humble boy<b> <p>A</p></b> real hero in my mind<b> <p>R</p></b>ons his best friend<b> <p>R</p></b>eally though, so is Hermione<b> <p>Y</p></b>ou could call them a trio <p> </p><b> <p>P</p></b>laying quiddich is Harry's favorite<b> <p>O</p></b>bviously hes a great flying<b> <p>T</p></b>hats because James was his father<b> <p>T</p></b>hough sad a tale it is<b> <p>E</p></b>ven though Harry survived<b> <p>R</p></b>eal family would be nice</span></div><span class="ad"> <div>-Lea<br /><br /><p style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;">That Child</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:100%;">Lost efforts of everyone you know</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:100%;">you walk as if it was your last</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:100%;">deep into the sorrow and pain of yourself you enter a room</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:100%;">that child sitting ever so still</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:100%;">the one mourning her failed efforts kisses the blank pages goodnight</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:100%;">for tucked away are the secrets no one knows but her and her sanity</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:100%;">Wanting to free the pain she once endured</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:100%;">you watch and wonder why she’s so lost</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:100%;">whispers of voices focus upon you as the sinking pain lurks through that room</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:100%;">you place a hand on that child </span></p> <p><span style="font-size:100%;">the warmth is overtaken by the thought of disbelief</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:100%;">as the glare of blank pages is nothing but those of your own</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:100%;">waiting to be filled</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:100%;">a tear rolls down the cheek of the child as she whispers look what you’ve become</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:100%;">distilled from thought whirlwinds arise as those pages fill with every ounce of your body and soul </span></p> <p><span style="font-size:100%;">ending with good night it all fades into the horizon</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:100%;">As you kiss yourself goodbye with new hopes of freedom you see that child in you</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:100%;">As every minute passes she grows as you and fades as you</span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;">-Rachel</span></p><p><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-weight: bold;">untitled</span><br /><br />staring into the abyss of darkness<br />until the silence becomes too loud to bear<br />grasping at ends of desire so hopeless<br />then again love was never meant to be fair</p>-Freda<br /><br />let go<br /><br />she stares back at her reflection in the mirror<br />at the ugly mascara stained tear tracks that imprint her face<br />and the dark brown eyes that hold so much insecurity and confusion<br />wisps of black hair she hides behind caress and frame her face with grace<br />and she asks herself<br />why she can't escape the hurt she's held on to for so long<br /><br />-anonymous<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><br />The Blackboard 2</span><br /><br />On the cold, smooth surface<br />White curves spring alive.<br />Out of the rectangular greenish board,<br />Each letter and word<br />March around, squeaking.<br /><br /></div></span>- Junghoo<br /><br /><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><b><u><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:18;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><br /></span></span></u></b></p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><b><u><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:18;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><br /></span></span></u></b></p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><b><u><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:18;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><br /></span></span></u></b></p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b><u><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Old</span></span></u></b></span> </p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"> </span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">I was supposed to write an ode</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Or so I was told </span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">By my teacher, who said:</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">"You shall only write about heads."</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><font><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"> </span></span></span></p><font><font><font> </span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font>and so I did write</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font>a poem at night</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font>and I called it "an ode</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font>to the teacher who's head looked like a toad."</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font>Next day I was sent</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font>by a teacher who was bent</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font>on forcing people to write poetry about a head</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> <wbr> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font>Oh dread<font><font><font><script><!-- D(["mb","</span></p>\n\n<p><font><font>(She told me: &quot;at poetry, you are a novice,&quot;)</span></span></p>\n<p><font><font>and then marched me off to the office</span></span></p>\n<p><font><font>she left me there</span></span></p>\n<p><font><font>to tare my hair</span></span></p>\n<p><font><font>until a man called Mr.Chu</span></span></p>\n<p><font><font>rescued me. He said I was new.</span></span></p>\n<p><font><font> </span></span></p>\n<p><font><font>&quot;Believe me,&quot; he said, &quot;at this school, there are few</span></span></p>\n<p><font><font>who behave more immaturely than you.&quot;</span></span></p>\n<p><font><font>&quot;The teacher was right, and in my eyes, </span></span></p>\n<p><font><font>you should deal with problems your own size</span></span></p>\n<p><font><font>and not create ones bigger than your share</span></span></p>\n<p><font><font>or the next teacher might not be as fair </span></span></p>\n<p><font><font>and treat you differently than me</span></span></p>\n<p><font><font>and then perhaps hit you on the knee.&quot;</span></span></p>\n<p><font>",1] ); //--></script></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font>(She told me: "at poetry, you are a novice,")</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font>and then marched me off to the office</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font>she left me there</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font>to tare my hair</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font>until a man called Mr.Chu</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font>rescued me. He said I was new.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font>"Believe me," he said, "at this school, there are few</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font>who behave more immaturely than you."</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font>"The teacher was right, and in my eyes, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font>you should deal with problems your own size</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font>and not create ones bigger than your share</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font>or the next teacher might not be as fair </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font>and treat you differently than me</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font>and then perhaps hit you on the knee."</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><script><!-- D(["mb","<font>&quot;So, Bill, remember what I have just said</span></span></p>\n<p><font><font>and don\'t you go off writing a poem about <i>my</i> head!&quot;</span></span></p>\n<p><font><font> </span></span></p>\n<p><font><font>I went back to class, and to my surprise</span></span></p>\n<p><font><font>the teacher was standing beside buckets of ice</span></span></p>\n<p><font><font>throwing them at people who behave like me</span></span></p>\n<p><font><font>(She was a very crazy teacher, now you see.)</span></span></p>\n<p><font><font> </span></span></p>\n<p><font><font>and somehow, she drove the topic</span></span></p>\n<p><font><font>back from the subject: &quot;exotic&quot;</span></span></p>\n<p><font><font>onto (you guessed it) the head</span></span></p>\n<p><font><font>and ,oh ,poor old Ned</span></span></p>\n<p><font><font>he threw at the teacher a shell</span></span></p>\n<p><font><font>and then he got expelled.</span></span></p>\n<p><font><font>Then the teacher triumphantly exclaimed.</span></span></p>\n<p><font><font>&quot;anyone who says another word will receive the same.&quot;",1] ); //--></script><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">"So, Bill, remember what I have just said</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font>and don't you go off writing a poem about <i>my</i> head!"</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> 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style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><font><font><font>I went back to class, and to my surprise</span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font> </span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><font><font><font>the teacher was standing beside buckets of ice</span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font> </span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><font><font><font>throwing them at people who behave like me</span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font> </span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><font><font><font>(She was a very crazy teacher, now you see.)</span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font> </span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font> </span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><font><font><font>and somehow, she drove the topic</span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font> </span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><font><font><font>back from the subject: "exotic"</span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font> </span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><font><font><font>onto (you guessed it) the head</span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font> </span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><font><font><font>and ,oh ,poor old Ned</span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font> </span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><font><font><font>he threw at the teacher a shell</span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font> </span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><font><font><font>and then he got expelled.</span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font> </span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><font><font><font>Then the teacher triumphantly exclaimed.</span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font> </span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><font><font><font>"anyone who says another word will receive the same."<script><!-- D(["mb","</span></span></p>\n<p><font><font> </span></span></p>\n<p><font><font>…yes, for me, it was an interesting day</span></span></p>\n<p><font><font>And I almost got expelled, but WAIT</span></span></p>\n<p><font><font> </span></span></p>\n<p><font><font>How did this all happen again?</span></span></p>\n<p><font><font> </span></span></p>\n<p><font><font>Oh!</span></span></p>\n<p><font><font> </span></span></p>\n<p><font><font>The poem I wrote.</span></span></p>\n<p><font><font> </span></span></p>\n<p><font><font>Well, I still think that my English teacher is </span></span></p>\n<p><font><font> </span></span></p>\n<p><font><font>(look at the title of this poem)</span></span></p>\n<p><font><font> </span></span></p>\n<p><b><u><font><font>TOAD!</span></span></u>\n</b></p>Word .doc is attached. <br /><br />--<br /></div>",1] ); //--></script></span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font> </span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font> </span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><font><font><font>…yes, for me, it was an interesting day</span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font> </span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><font><font><font>And I almost got expelled, but WAIT</span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font> </span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font> </span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><font><font><font>How did this all happen again?</span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font> </span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font> </span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><font><font><font>Oh!</span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font> </span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font> </span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><font><font><font>The poem I wrote.</span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font> </span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font> </span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><font><font><font>Well, I still think that my English teacher is </span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font> </span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font> </span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><font><font><font>(look at the title of this poem)</span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font> </span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></p><font><font><font> </span></span></span><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><font><font><b><u><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">TOAD!</span></span></u></b></span></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><font><font><font><br /><b><u><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:18;"></span></u></b></span></span></span></p><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span><font><font><font>-Bill<br /><br /></span></span></span><div style="direction: ltr;"><font><font><font><br /><br />THE PEN<br /><br />Out of the narrow, pointed tip<br />The letters and words begin to drip<br />However solid his body might be<br />How nice and kind do you think is he?<br />Surely you might remind yourself<br />How he has sacrificed himself<br />You will soon want to thank him for being<br />Your bestfriend as a non-human being<br /></span></span></span></div><span class="ad"><font><font><font><br /><br />-Junghoo<br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span><font><font><font> </span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' 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