Day: 12. April 2010

The beauty in fire,

The way a wild fire’s flames lick the life from the plants and animals around it.

The way a house fire fills the house with thick black smoke.

The way fire destroys everything around it.

But, the forest fire always renews life.

House fire builds a new home.

If we look past all the destruction we can see,

The Beauty in Fire.

Idioms

- by Gracie Blucher

I learned about idioms yesterday.

It was a piece of cake.

We had to do a paper.

I partnered with Dani

Cuz two heads are better than one.

My friend told me a secret.

I let the cat out of the bag.

I bent over backwards for Liz.

I… I have to bite my tongue.

Do you get what I’m saying?

Good. We’re on the same page.

Yesterday was icing on the cake!
I felt on top of the world!

But today, I got up on the

Wrong side of the bed.

My mom was acting odd.

I spied on her, but

Curiosity killed the cat

And me. I need to learn not to

Cry wolf.

Oh well.

here i am

there you are

the invisible line stands between us

the one of friends and more

can i cross?

no i must wait

i must wait for these old wounds to heal

the wounds from the last time i crossed the line of

friends or MORE

Some people think that spring does not bring all it should;but I assure you it surely would. Find a way to show that light, make it good make it bright. The Lucky stars we see at night, are maybe not at springs delight. But if think that it could be right, for spring to sing all through the night. But if you think that it is right, sing o merry kids through the night.

You ice skate.

You horseback ride.

You play the games I play.

You…

You are incredible.

Sometimes, when I feel jealous of your success

Your fantastic, incredible success

I remind myself that you are my best friend.

And I feel better again.

You are passionate.

You have been awarded statewide honors.

You…

You are my BFF.

(This poem is dedicated to my BFF, Kayleigh. You are truly amazing!)

Poem is a poem  no matter what it says.
Poems are like the wind on a early summer day,
like the roughness of a earthquake in one’s mind
They may bring people to their knees,
The hairs on the back of one’s neck stand on
but whatever they say
poem is a poem no matter what it says
A poem may make a differences in a hundred lives
may make hopes turn into dust ,
not a human or a tiger or anything can stop it from being a poem. Poem is a poem  no matter what it says.

You took my heart

and tore it apart

You chained me to the ground

from pains and troubles I am abound

Now I can’t brake away

Why did you have to make me stay?

You left me here with a chained heart

Bob you’re so nice,

but you rob up all our food,

and gobble it up like your a monster.

Bob you talk so much

and you walk so fast.

Bob you’re so rad

and you’re sometimes kind of mad.

Your a nice 58 year old lad.

Bob you’re so clean

that even if I drop a bean

I’ve seen you clean the bean.

Bob you’re such a clown

that when I’m down I’m up.

Maybe you’ll put a crown and make me laugh even when I’m up.

Bob you’re so helpful

that you might built for us to make and show your niceful

even when I say I’m sometimes poopful you’ll say

a memory that happened to you and you’ll be kindful.

Bob your a little bold.

Not old.

It’s like gold seeing you.

Bob your so crazy,

but a little lazy,

and I’m wondering ” Are you shaving ? ”

Bob you’re so healthy

and wealthy.

That when I see you it’s fun.