Crime is Forbidden! Naomi Cariveau. Crime is for bidden and will be hidden. Crime never pays at least this is what the inspector says. Criminals are finally caught and well that is what the police sought! Sometimes criminals escape the police put up yellow tape. When criminals steal when the police search they do not eat a meal. Crime is against the law it does thing the police saw.
i feel it everyday. to me i like pain. the music of the ways how life passes me by makes me want more pain to me. i get pain trown right at me when i come home. depression is my pain. i am a depresion freak. i like me that way, because that is my pain. i hide my depresion so no one knows. but no matter what i do it always shows the pain that i hide and keep way deep down iside of me. poeple ask whats wrong sometimes i dont reply. sometimes i just say i dont know why. but no matter what i do i will always have pain no matter what i go through. if its rough or tough or hard to pass by then thats my depresion that is my sorrow pain that i feel deep down inside.then later on i lay down and cry....myslef to sleep and dont want to wake up.
Green leaves are dying: turning first to red and gold- falling from the trees. -Alex Mason
An old lady lived a boot And all she could do was poot She ate beans all day An she would say There's nothing to do but toot.
By: Kyle Ward and Huey Tillet
I SAW THE SUN BE SET BY REVOLUTION. I SAW THE SON BESET BY REVOLUTION. THE SUN CONTAINS THE NIGHT. THE SON CONTAINS THE NIGHT. I SAW THE EARTH LIGHT AS GOLDEN RAIMENT DON-ING. I SAW THE EARTH LIGHT AS GOLDEN RAY MEANT DAWNING.
as the dry wet leaves
crunch as you walk on them fast
crinkle crinkle crunch
Roses in the garden, Sky on a sunny day. Joy of late December, Weather of early May. Tangerines that are bitter, Lucky four-leaf clover. Serenity of Bliss, That feeling, like first kiss. Unavoidable sleeping time, Liquid flowing from a slashed wrist.
Come Give Me Breath Terry Collett
Come give me breath In the dying time, bring me motion In the last hour; brought flowers
Dead in the glass vase. The near and far; The chosen the elite;
Last rites instead of last orders; The holy book and selected candles Bring you in or bound you out,
The tired mourners wait in the wings Like aged actors for their cue To enter or leave or wait and listen
For the bell of departure To ring in their ears.
THE WALL BY LIP SAI LIN
THE WALL WILL SPEAK WITH A WINDOW
THE SKY WILL COME TO YOU
THE SEA WILL COME TO YOU
THE TREES WILL HERALD YOUR PRESENCE
THE BIRDS WILL SING TO YOUR FAVOUR
THE KITES WILL FLY BEFORE YOUR EYES
THE CLOUDS WILL SAY HELLO TO YOU -0-
LIFE IS HARD LIFE IS SWEET LIFE IS LIKE A CANDY CAUSE IS HARD 2 EAT U CAN HAVE 1 AND YOU'LL BE FINE U CAN HAVE 2 IT WILL COME OUT UR BEHIDE AND IF U HAVE 3 U BETTER SAY GOODBYE LIFE IS LIKE A TREAT THEY COME & GO BUT UR FAVORITE FLAVOR WILL STAY THE MOST THEY'LL STAY TILL IT'S TIME 2 GO DOWN THE HOLE..
The Meaning of Life
Ryan C.H. Leacock
I crawled into a shell
to look for the answer
it was deeper than a well
more annoying than a cancer
a mere clear riddle, designed to intrigue which required no real answer but perplexed like a league of misunderstandable understandables; making the manageable seem unmanageable it struck me that the meaning by definition itself did not do it much justice and provided no help so I looked to the wise men, scholars and on left feeling life's a game; I, simply the pawn then came an answer, which was very deceiving; life's meaning began when I started breathing so quietly I sat down, bewildered in strife; and commenced contemplating, the meaning of life
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