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By Robin, 14 The waves scream and crash upon a forgotten beach, And slowly in whispering tones, they recede quietly. Then, out of the great blue emerges a monster, A wave powerful and fierce, but within there is hidden beauty. The perfect wave.
I quickly look down and squeeze my feet in the warm sand And I feel comforted and safe, But when I look up I am filled with a void of fear as the blue monster, as big as a building, comes crashing in. Then, it lost its fierce height and was reduced to a minuscule mass. It was less frightening, but it looked sad and scared. It was scared...It was scared of me.
The wave tumbles in, and it screams like the screams of a hundred children. For then the beastly wave was tamed.
I took one last breath of the salt drenched air, and I slowly turned toward the nearby tropical forest, But what lies within the dense overhangs, Even the great majesty of the sea does not know. (April 2007)
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Grandma's House
By Hannah , 14 Visiting my Grandma has always been fun. Her home is always warm, cozy, and comfortable; her pillows are pillows are fluffed- My Grandma's house.
When we are at Grandma's, she cooks the best food around. the kitchen is busy and always smells of delectable, mouth-watering, deserts and dishes of the meal- My Grandma's house.
My Grandma always keeps her house decorated in a cozy way. She isn't like some Grandmas who keep their homes all colorful and playful; looking like a colorful bird- My Grandma's house.
When I go to Grandma's, I can eat all the food she makes. The scrumptious steak and, cherry cobbler. All of it is like heaven- My Grandma's house.
Peace and quiet is what I would like at my Grandma's. Unfortunately, that peace is somehow disrupted by the boisterous, and the rambunctious brothers and cousins- My Grandma's house. (April 2007)
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Tropical Passionfruit
By Alexis, 14 Just with one spritz and the sweet smell reminds you of being on a private island just for us. The smell of soft oceans, musk, and exotic fruit embodies you while the reminisce of a relaxing day feel so close, it can be true.
Another spritz and our personal island becomes more real, suddenly I can smell the sweet nectar of a Tropical passionfruit follows us as we walk on your private island and you feel the warm sand between your toes which never felt so swell.
Your final spritz hugs you like an embrace from your grandma and bids you good day. The tropical passionate settle within you and like all good things, it must come to an end, sending you back yo reality. (April 2007)
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Beach
By Adam, 14 The smell of the sea-salts And the smell of the water mix together In an environment where Everything is peaceful and serene.
Feel the sand shifting between your toes As you climb up the dunes, Which are treacherous mountains. Feel the water surge past In an attempt to knock you down. And just feel the sun hitting you with its rays.
The sound of the seagulls laughing in the sky Can be melded in with laughs and screams of people Enjoying a happy part of their lives. The surf crashing down And the natural sounds Provide a place of seclusion And a retreat for those who need it the most.
There is not much of the beach to taste, Except for the ice cream, The cotton candy, Or the delicious seafood That the coast is famous for.
However, those four things are petty When compared to looking At the sands and waters before you. To see the blues, greens, and whites of the ocean, To see the browns and whites of the sand, And to see the diversity In the colors of the many people and wildlife. It is a truly exhilarating experience. Because this is the beach. (April 2007)
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In the Eyes of Eye
By Ryland, 13 At the beach, in the dead of night, Blue-black waves in the moonlight. Dark behind, dark beside In front, a tan beach, where the sea creatures hide. This is what I see, This is in the eyes of me.
Seeing it all, the beauty makes it sure It should always be forever pure. But people come, they build away, Lost is the earth, rock, and clay. It's ten to one, that is what this is Man thinks that everything is his. This, is, what I see, This is in they eyes of me.
The life of the sea is dead The perfection in an eternal bed.
Now at the beach there's no more light, covered by the shadow of man's might, It's now dark - a scorched black sight.
Blocked by pitch, I no longer see, Never again with the eyes of me. (April 2007)
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New York City
By Brandon, 14 These cars speed through the highway A car represents me everyday As they pass trough the city strife People cut me emotionally like a knife See people come and go out of my life They don't know they cause me strife
As you can see My life is like NEW YORK CITY (April 2007)
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Midnight Star
By Linwood , 13 The midnight star Shining bright In the heavens above. You can taste the mist, And a kiss from the moon From the stars above.
You riding low In the midnight snow Then you get stuck Oh no But look up, And see the midnight star You want be alone.
When you eating pancakes In the middle of the desert, Don't be worried, Because the midnight star, Is coming your way.
Riding your horse Made of sugar canes, And licorice Then he dies And you're stuck alone, But don't be scared IT'S COMING YOUR WAY! Man.
Just watch out, And shout My house, my house And the star, Will come your way. (April 2007)
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Out of the Ashes
By Sherry, 13 A mother and baby once lived in a house, It was beautiful, down by the bay. With a cool ocean breeze, and the wind in the trees, And the most perfect, bright, sunny day.
The two lived in peace, and happiness too- God himself seemed to bless them with luck. Then one fateful day, their luck ran away, And the most horrible tragedy struck.
The baby was napping, and so was the mom, When the breeze knocked a candle askew. But since the two were sleeping so soundly, Neither mother or child even knew.
The mom woke in a sweat, with her hair to her neck, To the sound of her small baby's cry. The house was ablaze, with a thick smoky haze, And the air was chokingly dry.
The mom rushed to her child, and picked her up quick, Before all of the smoke got inside her. She covered the baby's nose and mouth with a cloth, Then she tried to escape the fire.
The baby and mom escaped without burns, And the fire department was there. The ambulance had also arrived on the scene, And quickly gave the mom and child care.
The baby was fine because she had the cloth, So she hadn't inhaled too much smoke. However, the mother's case was not the same, And she violently started to choke.
The medics did all they could to save her, They truly and honestly tried. But the mother had far too much smoke in her lungs, So she sadly and tragically died. (April 2007)
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A really high guy
By Alex, 13 A really high guy He jumped off the Empire State Building and felt the cool rush of air on him. Then he hit his tongue on the pavement below and tasted the bitter dirty road. Then the blood comes rushing out like a mountain stream with its nasty smell. The greasy wheel of a taxi hurdling towards his head. The utterly loud screaming of the man as the taxi drives over his head. (April 2007)
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Lumpia
By Anne, 15 Ginger sizzles in the pan "Watch your fingers!" A cry from my grandmother shatters the silence I obey, Narrowly missing a pinkie. Chop...Chop...Chop. Minced carrots and green peppers fall into the pan.
Two eggs are blended into a paste That binds the wrappers. Fingers are coated with gooey liquid, Dripping down our arms. "Lay the wrapper flat. Palm-sized amounts. Fold over. Paste and repeat." I chant in Rhythm. Our hands are in sync. Flowing as one.
Smells are intoxicating. Rising to the gods, For them to smell.
Everyone flocks to the kitchen, Laying in wait. Ready to pounce.
Biting into one becomes an adventure. Seducing my mouth until I grab another. And another. And another. And my hand reaches out to grab one last one. But. They're gone. (April 2007)
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Peanut Butter Hershey Kiss
By Hubb, 31 A Hershey kiss is a candy sensation That is sweeping the nation. The chocolate tastes so rich There is absolutely no glitch. Just when you think it is too good to be true, The indulgent peanut butter comes out of the blue. With their outsides so creamy And the peanut butter so dreamy, Kisses are so luscious They are fit for a duchess. The chocolate exterior Is not at all inferior To the peanut butter inside, All opinions aside. The figure of a kiss is faultless The morsel shape certainly was not thoughtless. You think you can only eat one, But you continue until the whole bag is done. A kiss is a treasure chest Once you open it, the inside is the best. (April 2007)
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Saxophone
By Zach, 14 The moment I gazed at it, it gave me a sparkle in my eye. It was a blazing sun on a hot summer day.
The feel was smooth and cool as my hand ran down the side of it.
It smelled like a freshly cut piece of precious metal. When it was played, it was like an angel playing it, so crisp and clear
The taste of the reed and the mouthpiece gives you the feeling of being in control. It gave my senses the best sensation I've ever seen, smelled, touched, heard, or tasted, in my life
It was a brand new sax staring me dead in the eye. This beautiful instrument was calling me to buy it. I knew this sax was meant for me. (April 2007)
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Summer
By Kevin, 14 Autumn is done, when the leaves are falling Winter is through, when the snow comes around. Spring is over, when the birds are calling And summer comes with a brand new sound.
Th sun shines bright Through the cotton ball clouds, The weather is right And the flowers stand proud.
Kids are playing Until the day is done, So now they are waiting For the next day to come.
Summer, Summer, Summer like a big slice of pizza you're loved by all But it makes you wonder, About the beauty of Fall. (April 2007)
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Left With Memories
By Sade', 13 As you walk out the open door, I scream on my knees, "Come back, come back to me!" You turn around, And see my rugged face and red eyes from the pain and sorrow of you deserting me.
You slowly wave good-bye with your muscular right hand, Wink your honey- brown eye and say, "I will return, someday."
As you close the squeaky door behind you, I slowly rise to my feet and walk into my cozy room. I reminisce on the the way that we laughed. Looked at pictures with twinkles in your eyes and smiles worth a million dollars.
I lay on the bed, With my sweaty face smushed into a cold pillow, as I cried myself to sleep. I think of you because you are my everything. You are like the stem to my rose, the mouse to my computer, and faith in my life. Without you, I would be NOTHING! (April 2007)
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The 5 Senses
By Samicus, 14 I felt scared as I stared at this picture of an odd mixture of men with masks.
I ate a lot and they were quite hot my mouth tingled with delight because the chips tasted just right.
The band Queen made a great scene in my head, with this great song that has no wrong.
Warm and fuzzy is how I felt when I had this nice blanket.
This water bottle had a horrible smell. I was worried I wouldn't live to tell of this disgusting smell. (April 2007)
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Devil eats the pony
By Daniel, 13 The devil eats the pony frightening to all not a pretty pony which is very weak and small the pony he will burn in his roaring fires slowly it will burn along with sinners and liars after it is torched he will take his pitchfork making sure it's scorched and eat it off his fork (April 2007)
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In the Kitchen
By Janel, 14 The pans are out, The oven's on, In charge of it all is our mom. The rice is steamed, The pork is fried, When the onions are chopped, my mamma cries. I strip the shrimp and the salad is tossed, I do as I'm told because Ma's the boss. The scent of chicken floats around, and the sputtering of eggrolls make the only sound. After hours of work, we now can see that our elaborate is feast is finally ready. (April 2007)
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Devilish Waves
By Dominic, 13 Blue swirling waves, You feel the mist against your cheeks. They throw you around like a ball. You wash up against the shore. You feel the sand on your back, You're safe. You are dragged ashore by warm, caring hands. Now you can rest assured that you'll be cared for. Better yet, is that you'll survive. The devilish waves have spared your life. (April 2007)
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