Sunday, August 29, 2010

I love quotes

I Love qoutes. They can be so inspiritional. When I think that the world is falling down, I think of this quote. For one who thinks outside the box (literally) there is no limit. Most people believe that the sky is it, that is Not TRUE!!!!!! Your limit is yourself. You may fall down, but I will pick you back up. You may fall down many times in your life, but there will always be someone who is there to pick you back up. Do not listen to what other people believe. What you think, is your limit. There is no limit to thinking.

"Fortune sides with him who dares."
- Virgil

Saturday, August 28, 2010

I don't know what to do

I don't know what to do,
as I feel alone.
I don't know where to go,
as I feel alone.

I can tell you one thing,
be yourself.
I know where to go,
by myself, Home.

The bird sitting there,
is watching.
It ruffles his feathers as I approach,
but, he does not leave.

I reach my hand out,
ad I collide,
with the feathers.
They are cool and smooth.

I feel his emotions,
I can tell where to go.
He does not leave,
so, I don't let go.

He comes to me,
and sits on my shoulder.
I walk off,
and he stays, right there.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

As one who wandered all night long

I cautiously took one step towards my brother. He was sitting on a small mound, that grew into the ground. Even though his back was turned to me, I could tell that he was upset. In the distance, I heard the Ompa's call. They were beautiful creatures. At least 20 feet long and 10 high. Their shells were very valuable to the Valley in which I lived in. My thoughts were interupted by a loud sniff. My brother, Fi, was 5. As I took another step towards him he turned around, and I could see his face. It was tear streaked. The mound that he was sitting on seemed to shuffle as well. I knew that Fi had great powers, and he used them sparingly. I feelt the ground underneath my feet move! Suddenly, I was lying on my back, and Fi had my head in an arm-lock.
Fi knew that it was me, but he was too upset to see me. I gently stroked his arm, and he let go of my head very slowly and he too lied down next to me. I heard his soft breathing next to my ears. After a while, he got up and walked into the forest.
"You know that father is ill, and we all need you back in the Valley. After wandering tonight, please come home." I said to his back. I knew that he had heard me, but he kept walking on. I could no longer see him as the forest engulfed him. I did not move. I thought about my father, and how my mother died to protect me. The secret room that I had not showed anybody, how the stars were shining down on me and giving me advise. Even though I lived on Earth, there was a deadly forest that was killing anything in its path. We were the only valley left, apart from 2 other races of people, that hate our guts! I suddenly became very angry, how dare Fi leave the family to suffer last year, how dare mother die last year, how dare.... how dare.... I couldn't think of anything.
I decided to go home, when the Ompa's call was very close. I heard some trees snapping, then silence. There was no noise in the forest, except, what was that? I jumped to my feet, grabbed my sword from its scabbard from behind my back, and walked daringly into the forest. My blue dress reached t my knees, and my shoes were scruffed and old, but they were comfortable. I was wearing a brown belt with my sword, and containers for collecting specimens. I raced deep into the forest. Twigs and stones were scraping against my bare legs, but I didn't care. As I approched the Ompa, a hand came out of the darkness and wrapped around my mouth. I could not move. I was opening my mouth to attack my attacker when I saw who it was. Fi had been following me ever so silently, and he knew that I wanted the Ompa's shell. He motioned to me to be quiet, and then let go of my mouth. I then realised that my younger brother had carved his face with scars. He looked closer the 10 than the age that he was.
I opened up my pocket of mysteries and picked out an object. It was cirlular and silver. I threw it at the ground where we were standing. The object expanded into a small disk, it changed colour to white, became more cresant like and turned into a flyer. It is something in which we all use now-a-days for transport. Very efficient and quick!

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Death

This poem is dedicated to my Best Friend Catherine. I know that you do not like this subject, which is why I am writing it.

Cate,
I know that its hard for you,
for all that you have been through.
Please stop and listen.

Death is something that we must face.
Others turn away,
like it was a cool breeze.

I, however, turn to face it,
and stride up to it.
I then jab it with my finger.

You, leave me along,
I have not done my duty.
And I will never.

Being on Earth is like Hell,
and being in Hell is like.....
I want you to stay out of it.

I then turn around and
walk off.
He follows me.

I can feel that he follows me.
In my shadow,
and in my bones.

I will know when my time has come.
He will know too,
and embrace me like a friend.

Cate,
I know that it is hard for you,
so please don't turn your back on him.

Tell him to go away,
and maybe,
he will.

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Haiku/s

These are some Haiku's that I wrote in LEAP English this afternoon!

Cats!
Watching the cats go,
ring-a-ring a rosie, like,
never seen before!

Birds!
Watching the birds fly,
like a liddle dot in the sky.
Come and talk to me.

The animals are
able to talk to me as,
I can understand.

Being able to
talk, and that is a rare gift
to tell someone what.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Poem IV

These are some more poems that I have written





Listen!


Listen, Listen,
Can you hear that?
Can you hear the water trickling,
trickling down the mountain,
Can you hear the cats,
having a chours.
Can you hear the possums,
sitting on the near-by tree?
Can you hear your breathing,
right next to me!

I feel like an elf,
because I can pick up on so much!
I can feel the trees anger on people,
I can tell where the stream is going,
and you can't?
I can see what the river sees,
and where the trees talk.
I can touch its water,
and touch its bark.
I feel emotions that flow through me,
because of these reasons.
Listen, Listen....
Can you hear it to?

Hope!

Everybody has hope,
weather you know it or not.
Your smile has hope,
and your laugh.
Though, there are some people,
who do not.

They don't know what to do,
for they fear for their children,
and their children's children.
They fear for their life,
and don't know what to do.

We must go over to these people,
and give them hope.
Give them a warm hug,
and clean water to drink.
Give them something to remember.

Remember,
we all have hope.
Even your neighbour that you don't like.
You all have hope.
Your smiles, your laughs and your hugs.
you cannot escape hope.
So, give some hope to others.
Hope.

A Smugler's Song by Rudyard Kipling

A Smuggler's Song

If you wake at midnight, and hear a horse's feet,
Don't go drawing back the blind, or looking in the street.
Them that ask no questions isn't told a lie.
Watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by!
Five and twenty ponies,
Trotting through the dark -
Brandy for the Parson,
'Baccy for the Clerk;
Laces for a lady, letters for a spy,
And watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by!
Running round the woodlump if you chance to find
Little barrels, roped and tarred, all full of brandy-wine,
Don't you shout to come and look, nor use 'em for your play.
Put the brishwood back again - and they'll be gone next day!
If you see the stable-door setting open wide;
If you see a tired horse lying down inside;
If your mother mends a coat cut about and tore;
If the lining's wet and warm - don't you ask no more!
If you meet King George's men, dressed in blue and red,
You be careful what you say, and mindful what is said.
If they call you "pretty maid," and chuck you 'neath the chin,
Don't you tell where no one is, nor yet where no one's been!
Knocks and footsteps round the house - whistles after dark -
You've no call for running out till the house-dogs bark.
Trusty's here, and Pincher's here, and see how dumb they lie -
They don't fret to follow when the Gentlemen go by!
If you do as you've been told, 'likely there's a chance,
You'll be given a dainty doll, all the way from France,
With a cap of Valenciennes, and a velvet hood -
A present from the Gentlemen, along o' being good!
Five and twenty ponies,
Trotting through the dark -
Brandy for the Parson,
'Baccy for the Clerk;
Them that asks no questions isn't told a lie -
Watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by.

Rudyard Kipling

The Cats

This is a ballad in which we had to write for english.


The Cats

If you listen carefully and can hear very well,
Don't go listening to things, that you know are wrong.
Ask many people, and they will tell you,
Follow your heart
Follow your desire
And it will follow you.
Listening is important,
but seeing is even better.
The cats know what to do,
and they can listen.
They follow their hearts,
and their noses.
They are scavengers,
and they know what they want.

Cats,
they are everywhere,
and we cannot escape them.
You cannot hurt them because;
Follow your heart
Follow your desire
And it will follow you.
These words are purrre and true.
Listen to your hearts and it will tell you,
Cats,
are loving creatures,
and hate dogs.
They are ready for you,
when you come home from work,
or school.

Hiss, Crash!
you hear from the kitchen.
The cats are having a hissy fit!
You go in, and everything is well.
The cats are on the floor, looking at you saying,
"We didn't do anything wrong"
You walk out, and you swear that,
you heard them saying,
We love you, don't look back.
Follow your heart
Follow your desire
And it will follow you

A Quote from me

You don't have to be famous to be dead, and you don't have to be dead to be famous

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

A funny (but interesting) quote

There are three kinds of lies: lies, damned lies and statistics.

Benjamin Disraeli

Thursday, August 5, 2010

Poems III

These peoms have been written for people who understand my mind and what perspective that I am writing these at. I have written these poems because I felt that Human Beings today do not get to understand much about what is hapennin in other parts of the world. Many people are so worried about themselves that they do not care about anybody else! I have clearly written these from my heart, and have not been edited once written down. I hope that you enjoy them and that they are not too depressing for you.


The only thing

The only thing that we need
We only need food and water
Not gameboys and iPods.
We dont need computers,  But,
We we use these things for pleasure.
While the people in Afghanistan
Dont have food and water.
While we waste our money on things
That we dont need,
They are dying and asking for help!
And we dont hear them
because, we are the only thing


The River

The endless river rolls on forever,
ans it creats and endless line of song.
It comes and goes as it pleases,
And wanderes where no man goes.
On this faithful day,
One man went where no man ventures.
And on this day, the endless river went
with the man who ventures where only the river goes.
The river and the man soon met ther fate.
And on that faithful day,
The river and man followed in each others
foot steps and then,
they were gone.


Let the world be told

We are the world
We control what happens
We tell oour people about our world,
And we should care for it more.
Tell all of your friends of this poem
And of the horrible things that have happened.
And what may happen, in the future.
Tell your mother and father what you plan to do,
And make a difference for this world.
Tell toe world that it is going to be saved from us,
and that it will have to wait no longer.
Shout this from a mountain top and let the world know that;
The people on Earth will save you and the wait is over!
Go out and shout this frm a mountail top,
and thell the younger and older generations what needs to be done