Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Kernal Essay

I was at my cousin's gray-brick house for my other cousin's amusing birthday party. My current boyfriend, Chriss, and I walked outside to fool around with the volleyball.
Then, out of nowhere, Chriss hugged me and asked, " Can I ask you a very important question ? " and of course, I nodded. " Will you go out with me ? "
I felt like my heart could just jump out of my body. I answered, " YES ! " in a heartbeat. I was so happy and excited. At that very moment, I thought, " Thank you God ! "

Monday, March 2, 2009

Family Metaphor

My Family is a Volleyball Team !

My family is a volleyball team !
My mom is the coach,
in control and always correcting us.
My sister is the setter,
everlastingly balanced and ready.
My brother is the server,
strong yet weak but also confident.
And finally I am the captain,
eternally full of courage and spirit,
basically holding the team together !

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Ba-Da-Bing !

In the zoo, I skipped up to a group of monkeys. I saw a cute, newborn baby monkey staring at me, and I thought to myself, "Awww, she's so cute ! I can't wait until I get my own baby monkey !"
In the basement of my past, my 7th birthday party flashes. Tears flow, upon seeing a stupid, scary clown. I hauled butt up the stairs to the first floor.

On the first floor of my present, hear now fans cheering. We won ! Yumm...gatorade. I skip to the second floor.

On the second floor of my future, the room is so dark. I open the drapes of my eyes. I see myself in a court of law in front of a big, powerful judge.

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

The Pencil !


A pencil so useful yet not. My pencil helps me write what I feel like writing or when I'm doing my homework. It has multiple uses; you can write with it or erase with it. A pencil smells like wood since it is made from wood. It feels like a baby's cheek since it's very soft. It tastes like paint and wood mixed. It looks like a straw since it's long and straight. Without my pencil I wouldn't be able to do my math homework or write my thoughts down.

Monday, February 2, 2009

My Special Place !

In my red room, all alone
In the deadly dark.
In my red room, alone
in the deadly dark,
I like to think.
What did I do wrong that dreadful day ?
Why is my life so screwed up ?
What's my reason for living ?
Why won't people agree that I was pretty-ugly ?
When i don't want to think about that,
I read very touching, amazing, brilliant books.
Oooo-aahhhh !
> Concrete Poem !