The Shell and The Glasses

There were biting,
scratching, pounding and darkness,
lost in the loud screams,
the black, horrifying scene.
Blind and helpless against the evil.

Wishes

Poetry Notebook:

Make a Wish selected by Mari Onozato

Description Life throws obstacles in our way, grief, heartbreak, death, that's when I think it's okay to wish; to not care what people say about four-leaved clovers, wishing bracelets being a fake. When I feel like we don't have to be strong all the time, we can wish on 11:11's, dandelions that carry seeds far, far away, and falling stars. I believe that when people say "make a wish" I take it to the maximum.

Synopsis You never know for sure if wishes come true, if the lucky necklace you rubbed this morning would work, but why not?

He Wishes For The Cloths of Heaven by William Butler Yeats
The Wish by Alexander Pushkin
Wish Upon a Sunset by Raymond A. Foss
Wish You Were Here by Raymond A. Foss
Sonnet 135: Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy will by William Shakespeare
I Wish I Was By That Dim Lake by Thomas Moore
A God Would Wish by Raymond A. Foss
Stars by Robert Frost
Maiden Wishes by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

You Can't Have it All

But you can have tubs of ice cream for late Sunday nights, and it’s brain freezes, like multiple electric shocks.
You can have soft pink petals of the cherry blossom trees, falling like snow in Spring time.
You can see the world in your own eyes, and use a kaleidoscope of imagination to make it colorful.
You can have hope and the ability to dream, to help you wake up in the morning, even if its a Monday.
You can have the cries of the sea gulls, that aren’t so annoying anymore, relax you and make you drift away from the world.
You can have dreams, where no one can interfere, where you set sail on your own bed to entertain you in your sleep.
You can take a blank sheet of paper and fill it with words, words that can mean something.
You can have springs in your mattress to jump on for when your parents aren’t home to scold you.
You can hear the ocean through the sea shell, close your eyes, and feel the ocean at the tips of your fingers.
You can’t always please your parents, but you can soften their hearts by giving them the puppy eyes.
You can always have the one friend you don’t feel embarrassed around and where your finally yourself.
You can wish upon falling stars, 11:11’s, and good luck charms again and again.
You can have two luminous eyes of the cat staring at you early in the morning, saying “feed me.”
You can have those pair of sneakers that feel as one with your feet.
You can’t have gorgeous hair, but you can have hair spray and anti-frizz’s to tame them.
You can’t fly, but you can jump on a trampoline, higher and higher, willing your hands to touch the clouds.
You can have rain, buckets of rain, to dance, walk, and sing in.
You can’t always have the knight in shining armor, but you can fantasize of scenes in movies, of the kisses in the rain.
You can have adrenaline rushes when he catches your eye.
You can have friends who you can lean on, and best friends to do crazy things with.
You can’t always have the perfect, picture-perfect skin, but you can put on a winning smile to show you don’t care.
You can’t always have the long end of the wishing bone, or find a four-leaved clover, but you can have a choice to pick your freedom, your path, and what you can have.

Ballet White-Benjamin Moore OC-9

Their faces, masked
with make up.
Concealer and eyeliner for older girls,
blush and lip gloss for younger ones.

She begged her mother
for just a puff of soft, sweet make up.
She appeared on stage without it.

Her cheeks red
from pinching them to make it look like blush,
everyone else in fancy make up,
she stood with red cheeks.

A ballet recital,
they got a dress, too white for ivory,
yet not white at all.
Delicate, graceful, elegant.
"Perfect with blush and sparkles."

"Ballet is for dancing,
not to wear make up"
her mother would chide.

Faces masked
with make up, that kissed their skin,
the stage light illuminating,
every brush,
every slick,
every feature.

Her dress so innocent,
irresistible,
everyone looked more
beautiful.

She wants to,
needs to camouflage,
to hide herself,
her beauty, her soul.

The light shines on her,
with just her dress,
her ballet white dress,
to make her feel beautiful.

Their faces masked,
dress, ballet white,
face, unmasked.

As Simple As Snow by Gregory Galloway

Publisher: Penguin Group

Where I got it: It was recommended by a friend.

One Sentence Summary: Anna, or Anastasia, Cayne is a slightly mysterious, or creepy as her peers would say, high school girl; who believes in voodoo and Houdini spells, the protagonist is a boy who falls in love with Anna and write obituaries together; Anna soon disappears, and only a string of clues left for him to figure out.

First sentence of the book: Anna Cayne had moved here in August, just before our sophomore year in high school, but by February she had, one by one, killed everyone in town.

First Chapter Review: In the first chapter, he begins to explain Anna and his life as he takes the reader back to how it all began, from Anna's unusual personality, friends, background, and clothes, to where he struggles to find something extraordinary in life.

Verdict: This book is something I would suggest to everyone, maybe not boys, and would read again to try to figure out the complications that the book holds.

Cover Comments: The cover shows a girl kneeling in a black dress, fishnet stocking stockings, and black boots. I'm guessing this is Anna. Underneath her is a picture of a snow angel in the snow, making it Winter when Anna disappears.

No More Fun

He lost himself
in a maze of thoughts.
This meeting must not be fun,
but business.

Grass was worn away in front of each trunk,
but grew tall and untrodden in the center.
The sun was slanting in,
so that the shadows were where they ought to be.

Ralph turns to the chief's seat.
Grey trunks rose in front, the beach on both sides, and
the darkness of the island.
He lost himself
in deep waters.

"We need an assembly,
not for fun,
not for making jokes,
not for laughing and falling.
But to put things straight."

"You voted me chief
things are breaking up,
we began well;
we were happy."
Jack stood, scowling in the gloom.

"Fear can't hurt you
more than a dream,
serves you right
if something did get you.
But there is no animal."

Jack was a hunter all right.
No one doubted that.

"He said the beast comes
from the sea."
The last laugh died away.
"If there's a beast,
we'll close in and
beat and beat and beat--!"

"If jack were chief,
we'd be here 'till we died."
"Grown ups won't set fire to the island--"
"They'd build a ship--"
"They wouldn't quarrel--"
"Or break my specs--"
"Or talk about a beast."

The three boys
stood in the darkness,
lost deep in waters.