Sonnet

Imagine a school where all hope is lost
The halls are darkened with the students souls
Quality education but at what cost
coughs echo through the halls dead and frozen with colds

Commandingly the bell forces us on
Students move on slowly dragging their feet
Why oh why have their ambitions moved on
Finishing a class is now quite a feat

The grades are high but with moral so low
Our minds have been sharpened but our hearts dulled
Our own minds have become our greatest foe
Our souls are pulled into sleep if lulled

This school is trying to bring us all up
But it is only pushing us all down.

The house was made of

Blue berry muffins.  These were no ordinary muffins though, they were as hard as cement, and the blue berries were actually missiles, diligently protecting in inhabitants.  Just then a wobbly old wagon rolled up to the front door. The blue berry missiles silently locked into the foreign object, waiting for a threat to appear.  An old man stepped out of the wagon, his beard fire red and falling all the way down the dust on his shoes.  He squinted looking around the house, checking for any spy's trying to learn how to get in.  A voice code lock appeared from behind the muffins.  He whispered the secret password into the machine, uttering the word so quietly the machine barely picked it up "Gabby".    The door immediate swung open and the man hopped inside and slammed the door shut again.  With a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye, he knew he was safe and sound in his house.

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A Feast of the undead

If i had the chance to invite three people, living or dead, to a dinner party the choices would be obvious.  First off we would need some entertainment so i would bring along Will Ferrell cause he is hilarious. I would force him to wear his costume from elf and have him eat spaghetti with M&M's and skittles on it.  Then i would need someone with wicked stories to tell. Filling this place would be Travis Pastrona the dirt bike legend.  With all the crazy stuff he has done on and off camera he must have some amazing stories.  lastly i would want someone i actually know to be there so it wouldn't be so weird eating with strangers.  So i would bring Mr. Currie to come with me cause he is funny and would be really uncomfortable sitting next to Will since he does think he is funny.

Assonance poem

with this gloomy forcast tonight, almost forgot this Assonance poem
This had given me quiet a fright tonight
Because when i got home i grabbed a bite and the flew a kite
The wind would fight, flying it too all my might
Then the kite hit me in the head, my brother called to me "Stay away from the light!"
But the light was too bright
When i woke, i was about to choke
I had fallen into the water for my brother this was much of a bother
When i got better i wrote a letter
It was to my grandma i wrote it out by hand
I gave my sister a high five then i pushed her off the high diveI hope she doesnt fall into a bee hive,  because then she will be less alive.

The Most Terrifying moment of my life so far...

The most terrifying moment of my life so far actually happens everyday.  It all starts when i am rushed from fifth hour to the cafeteria for lunch.  Normally i sit down at my table with my cold lunch friends and we talk for a while, waiting for the check out lines to die down.   The now deafing chatter in the lunch room tells me that the lines are gone and it is time to go get food. I make my way there, picking out my favorite meal,  grabbing a chocolate milk carton.  As i walk my heart rate starts to climb, the moment is getting closer.  There is no way to avoid it.  I walk on toward the check out grabbing some chips from the rack as i go.  I put in my lunch password, my chest is about to explode.  My sweaty hand in my pocket clutches my wallet for dear life.  This is the moment i dread everyday for it is unavoidable.  Do i have enough money in my account?  Will i be yelled at for not having enough? What if i have to go into the backroom and ask the boss lunch lady for permission to go into the hole?As i punch my last numbers into the machine, i barely manage to spit out my own name.  The lunch lady (or Lord) punches into her computer what i have on my tray.  Feeling like i am about to ralph, the computer in its electronic voice say "Thank you, come again".  I walk proudly away. My heart is calming down.  Before i know it i am back with my friends ready to eat my meal.

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