Friday, April 27, 2012

It Isn't Fair - Courtney


It Isn’t Fair

Each year the town gathers in the square.
Every June 27th they all gather together for the same reason.
The assembly.
The kids assemble first
The adults assemble last.
They all know why they’re here, but nobody wants to talk about it.
As each name is called a representative from each family approaches the box.
Takes a slip of paper.
Returns back to their spot.
There’s no sound.
Nobody stirs besides the ladies fanning themselves from the heat.
All the names are called.
There’s a panic to find out who it was.
Who got the paper with the charcoal dot.
“It isn’t fair!” She shouted as the crowd pushes her to the front.
No more words are heard as the people with stones surround her.
It isn’t fair.

The Lottery


The Lottery

It makes sense to them,
To kill and be killed,
To know you might not live,
I think they secretly like it,
Why would they put up it for so long?
They are weak; they are vulnerable,
They wait to win
And win to wait
To stone and be stoned,
Your time will come,
Sooner than you think,
Just like Tessie.

-Rohmee Mathe

The Lottery


On a bright and sunny day,

The lottery takes its place.

Grab some stones,

And get the black box.

And hope for the best,

Hope it’s not you.

Your name is called. “Tessie!”

Make your way through the crowd,

And hope for the best.

Hold your hands around your head,

And hope for the best.

They pick up the stones,

Get ready, throw.

And remember it’s a bright and sunny day 
     ----Haleigh 


This Isn`t Fair -Jasmine



Today was the day
I wanted to run away from this village
The idea of this lottery was madness
Who would think of such an idea?
I couldn’t stand that our whole life we lived in fear
Why is life so cruel?
I wanted to shout “No” as soon as I heard my name
Tessie
Who would have guessed that my death would be caused by stones on this very day?
“It isn`t fair”

the lottery

Unavoidable,
this tradition.
Who will it be?
Who will be drawn?
Tessie,
she was the one.
She couldn't escape her fate.
Center cleared,
villagers all around,
"It isn't fair",
her final sound,
and then stoned.
Her death,
a public affair.
-Breanne

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

a new day

I take a step into reality.
I am frightened.
I am an alien in this world.
Independence was never my thing.
I will not fail, those words seem unreal.
I take another step and come to a door.
I open it, but I am greeted by heartache.
My self confidence deteriorates.
There's no one to feed my hunger and quench my thirst.
I want to succeed.
I must succeed.
I will succeed.
Every step begins a new day.
-Breanne

The mirror -Jasmine

Chapter one
I looked at the mirror
I stared at myself
I could feel tears coming down
I didnt feel beautiful
I am ugly
They were right

Chapter two
I looked at the mirror
I stared at myself
More tears fell
I am not beautiful
I wish I was
They were right

Chapter three
I looked at the mirror again
I stared at myself
But then I looked away
I tried to ignore myself
I didnt feel beautiful
But I didnt feel very ugly

Chapter four
I walked past the mirror
I didnt feel ugly
Instead I felt beautiful

Dont let anything hold you back

I can see it in the distance
Something that shines so brightly
But I cant reach it
It's too far away
I try with all my might to grab it
But somethings  holding me back
Like someone is pulling me further
And further away from it
They keep pulling me in
I'm struggling to break free
But I can't
The shining bright star
Its becoming more and more faint
I cant let it go
I keep trying and trying to break free
But i cant
I can't let the star get out of sight
It's no use
The rope keeps holding me back
But it cant, it wont anymore
I break free from the rope
   --Haleigh

Me, Myself, and I

Chapter 1

My twin stares at me.
I hate her.
She is dumb and ugly.

Chapter 2

I don't see my twin anymore.
Everything is wrong.
Where did she go?
i miss her.

Chapter 3

I'm looking for my twin.
I'm lost.
I can't function without her.

Chapter 4

I find my twin.
She is happy to see me.
I am happy to see her.
She is me and I am her.

Chapter 5
I love my twin.
I love myself.
 
-Rohmee

short chapters


Kailene Power
Mrs. Smith
Creative Writing
April 24, 2012
The Maze
Chapter One
I take a step and the maze closes.
There’s no turning back, the opening is gone.
I walk down a long strip of maze.
There are many turns to choose.
I choose a dead end.
There’s no way out.
I should have brought a map.
I find my way out.
I’m free.

Chapter Two
I’ve been walking in this maze.
I’ve had a steady pace.
No horrible turns or dead ends.
I stop paying attention.
My mistake.
I hit a dead end.
Now it’s harder to get out.
I get out.

Chapter Three
I get out of the maze.
No more dead ends to worry about.
Until I hit the next maze.
There are only a few dead ends.
I hit one.
I got out no problem.
I get out of the maze.


Chapter Four
I get to a new maze.
It’s bigger than the other two.
I go to step in.
I step back out.
I walk around the maze.
I look back at what I avoided.
I learned.

-Kailene Power

Today is the day - Courtney


I put my toes in the water
It is too cold.
Another day, I tell myself.
I’ll come back another day.
The water reaches my legs.        
Each step I take the water numbs my legs a little bit more.
Another day, I tell myself.
I’ll come back another day.
The water reaches my stomach.
It’s not as cold today
The water is easier to swim
But I’m not ready.
I’m not ready to go all the way under.
Another day, I tell myself.
I’ll come back another day.
Today’s the day.
No more waiting
Thinking
Procrastinating
I dive head first into the water
I can easily overcome the cold
I swim easily to the other side of the lake
No more waiting
Thinking
Procrastinating
Today was the day

Monday, April 23, 2012

Dark and Teary

Once upon a midnight drewry, while
I pondered weak, and weary
The saddness that poured all around me
The emotions ran through me
I thought to myself once more
Of a dream, where I cried
And all my tears splashed to the floor
I lifted my head
Look out the door
The rain was falling, once again, once more
Then i realized
That there were no more tears to cry
All I had to say was goodbye.
        --Haleigh

Dreary Night -Jasmine

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary
I found a beautiful maiden and i wondered why she was standing there
Her face was pale and her eyes were dark like the night
She stood there quitely so I moved a bit closer to her
But she still didnt move
Finally we stood face to face
And I could see the sadness in her eyes
She put her hand on my shoulder
Then I could feel her icy touch slowly draining me
Slowly I felt myself drifting away
And the last words I heard were "Im so sorry"

A Dark Stormy Night


Courtney

Once upon a dark and stormy night
Many people were involved in a fight
A little girl watched from her windowsill
As the people in the street below began to fight without will
The area she lived in wasn’t very nice
The neighborhood was dark and damp and filled with mice
The crime rates were high and many robberies were clear
And everyday she wished she didn’t have to live here
Each night she looked out her window and wished upon a star
And her only wish was that she wished she would go far
Far away from where she was now
Because she knew if she stayed her future would only spiral down
She needed to get out but the opportunities were slim to none
But she knew the only solution could be solved with education
She went to school, but she didn’t fit in
Girls bullied her and for once the good didn’t win  
It got too much for her to handle, she was in a state of depression and continuing to fall down
If people noticed her at all, all they noticed was that she constantly had a frown
It was hard to be happy in a place where nobody knew your name
Yet they only judged you from the truth that they claimed
Years later an article in a newspaper read a girl had killed herself, the cause was unknown
No note was left, because she had no one she could call her own.
But the people who noticed knew it was because of the struggles she had
Nobody ever realizes what they do to someone can make them overwhelmingly sad.
Be careful what you say because you never know what the affect could be.
You don’t want to be the reason behind someone’s sadness that only they can see

midnight emotions

Once upon a midnight dreary, while
I pondered weak and weary
The stars shined bright twinkling in the night, as
I over-analyzed
Darkness surrounded me, while
I lay alone with no one around
For a moment everything seemed at ease, almost
as if I had found peace within me
-Breanne

Once upon a midnight dreary, while
I pondered weak and weary,
I thought about him,
In a room so dim,
A room so lifeless,
 All I could think of was his likeness,
Is it healthy to think of someone this much,
Maybe I’m too obsessed,
He makes me so stressed,
But it feels so lovely,
To know my heart is heavy,
Love is tough,
Especially when it’s only lust,
Only want,
Only taunt.

 -Rohmee Mathe