Monday, January 12, 2009

Day One



The Notebook
A notebook is like my brain first it takes in everything I write or think then
it is also like a computer since it takes in my writing and keeps it sometimes forever.It smells like a tree since it comes from a tree it sounds like an ocean wave first when you flip the pages all at once it sounds like the waves crashing in the beach it tastes like wood burned wood it also feels like a sharp knife when you slid your fingers across the edge of the paper.A notebook can kill you so be wise. Don't think just because it is small and flat it can't hurt you. It can't only just hurt you but it can also kill you.Don't judge something by its looks.

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Kites


Screaming from the top of his lungs in the middle of the afternoon, "Lets go fly kites." Kaio and Jake ran out of the house. They are brothers. To fly kites was their favorite thing to do. They went to a field; nobody was there. Kaio and Jake finally got their kites to fly. Jake didn't know how to handle his kite very well so the kite began to fall. Crashing to the ground his kite broke in half.

Thursday, October 30, 2008

Poetry






I scream for ice cream with vanilla cream.
This ice scream that I want is in my dream.
This poem is a perfect poem to a person who likes this ice cream.
This ice cream taste like a yummy chocolate cake on a hungry day.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Dialogue

In my room with pink walls sitting on my bed in my pj’s talking on my palm phone with my hair down talking to my friend that has brown hair.


"Hey, what is up?"

"Hey, well nothing just listening to music."

"What kind of music?"

"I’m listening to rap. Do you like rap?"

"OMG I am so hungry. Anyways I hate it."

"I’m hungry too. I love rap! It's so gangster,
hahahaha."

"Yeah well that’s your opinion not mines."

"True so what kind of music do you like?"

“Well I like listening to Rock music.”

“Oh cool. I’m not a big fan of rock.”

“Well this is getting very boring so I got to go talk to you whenever.”

“Ugh, fine talk to you never.”



Monday, August 25, 2008

Blue


Blue looks like the paint in my bathroom wall. Blue feels like the cold water of the ocean in the morning. Blue tastes like a sparkling water on a hot afternoon. Blue smells like fresh picked blueberries. Blue sounds like the calming waves.