Poetry

Alone in the Darkness

left in the darknessblack-hole
lost and alone
sadness cascading over me
blind to the world

empty space
declaring its presence
with raw glaring absence
when did the light disappear?

the web of my memories
trapping
showing how it could have been
scaring with blatant lies

eerie calm
after torrents of tears
sucking up the light
by my own black hole

this is the way
that fate spun for me
don’t stand life’s sudden wave
or sand is all that you’ll be

Poetry

Stereotypes

A batty old lady
who calls herself Cady
Lived by herself for a while
And too soon became an ailurophile

A quite able bipod
Athlete with the coach’s nod
Maybe popular, maybe shy
Can never really say after a life under the sky

That scientist’s study
They may get all muddy
but their branch of -ology
makes them oh-so-jolly

Those ancient Greeks
were in no way meek
even though they thought the world was geocentric
they still knew of symmetry and logic

a petite little child
a quite eager bibliophile
the studious mind
and really quite kind

This was for a Language Arts project and I really couldn’t think of anything else. 😛

Photography, Poetry

Watching the Birds

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Chatter chatter chatter
they excitedly flit
from leaf to leaf
Bright black and yellow
on leaves they sit

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Cooing softly
with gentle flutter
from branch to fence to ground
With flashes of white
like silvery butter

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Swallow
High trills
So powerful from a small
stationary soldier,
little ball of spotted grey fluff,
The tiny bird with a rooster’s calls

Quotes

For Those Booklovers

“A room without books is like a body without a soul.” -Cicero (Roman orator and politician)
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So love those books. Care for them. Eat desserts over them. (Unless it’s a library book 😉 ) Don’t dogear them. Read them until they fall apart, and after that read them some more. Check out as many books as you can at the library.
Just love those books.
Age 10-14, Grade 5-9, Lexile 800-900, Misc., Nonfiction

Every Falling Star

51ozm25inrl-_sx344_bo1204203200_This heartrending true story of  North Korean boy Sungju Lee tells a tragic tale of loss and love. With every time his family suffers, from an extended “vacation”, to the loss of his food and education, he attempts to keep his endurance. But as he struggles to survive the world outside Pyongyang, merely 12 years old, he is brought deeper into the despair and poverty of the rest of his country.

Starting as an innocent boy from Pyongyang, with a high-ranking official as his father and a stay-at-home mother, their family falls hard and fast. They are sent into the countryside, when people merely exist, and it is hard for them to do anything past suffer. Just as he learns the ways of the people around him, he loses others things of his. His father leaves to trade illegally with the Chinese, and his mother leaves to ask his relatives for help. But neither returns. Sungju falls into a gang life of stealing, fighting, and mystery. Will he be able to survive?

Sungju’s transformation from little boy to gang leader comes from several revelations. When he learns that not everyone lives like him, it is hard for him to fathom. But as he changes, he learns to persevere. The story of his mixed loss and success is a bittersweet emotion perfectly portrayed by this touching book.

Poetry

Clouds

Stormy gray
Angry with power
In time though,
the ground will flower

Vivid orange
Showy and bright
Sunsety streaks
Laced with light

Fluffy white
Drowning in blue
Birds of all colors
Chirp, chatter, and coo

Misty silver
With a mysterious shine
Disguises the cold
One of a kind