Broken Pencils

The Harry Potter Book  By: Heather The book that I am reading right now is an adventurous book that makes your imagination go wild . thinking about how it would be like to jump right into the book and see and feeling how it is like to be a wizard or witch on there way to hogwarty on the train swinging and swaying the kids to school happily awaiting the candy lady to come around and the anticipation of the the new kinds of treats and taste you would get from the candy and seeing a frog flipping and flopping out the train with only one jump and is now blowing and flapping in the wind but you don't care because there is a card awaiting you wondering what famous witch or wizard you would get hounts you and yelling at you to pick up the card to see what you got on the card .then you finally get of the train and you take a kiac to the school  waiting a anticipation builds up because you don't know witch house you are going to be put in. When you finally arrive at Hogwarts you would ...

FREE VERSE POETRY  A Writer’s Pencil By: Makenzi An average pencil is used to write, scribble, and scrawl for when speech does not say enough. Graphite against paper, Leaving a story to be read. Fairy tales of adoration, Fables of devotion, And poems of passion All written to hide a writer’s sorrow. Life is forgotten as words pour onto the page, But eventually there are no more words to write. Life is remembered with all its despair, And the story seemingly repeats itself. An author’s heartache is not hidden for long; Even a thousand words cannot hide the pain of life. A hurricane of depression floods the mind Until it is bound to flow out like a river. There are no longer stories of love and warmth, But rather a single letter of cold heartbreak Simply saying, “Goodbye.” The pencil is no longer used to write, scribble, and scrawl. It sits alone in a pool of a writer’s tears, Leaving a story to be read.

My Cat By: Jenna  You and I are bonded  Like the snow that falls    when it stops, we fall, too it was Like a never-ending call that said "I will be there for you" It might be off and on, sad or happy  It might fall on the wrong person But I will always be there  Like a bunch of white flowers  That gain colors  Eyes that sparkle like a frozen lake  That feeling like when you touch cotton      Soft, but sharp  Lonely, but lovely  Smells like ocean   Fresh and blue Cute and calm  Sweet and spiritual   She's Sour candy  the only one I want to touch  The one I want to spend my life with  And just my best friend 

  Camera By: Ryker I look at this camera as it sits I pick it up hitting the on button and all of reality pops up Picture or video it stands  The metal of the camera is cold and it takes a minute to get used to It has such a memory to it  So much has been captured  Whether it be for my world history or drama Some are just family photos An object like it holds so much history  It has a bit of wear and tear  In it’s semi damaged state it still holds  It’s shutter everytime you click the button is beautiful The eye may have scratches but it still has the right vision needed  It has a legacy to it Just like us all From filming weddings To sequels  It will be there right by my side It is a part of me And will never go away

The Definition of a Home By Raylynn Not all houses are HOMES.. Just because people live in a HOUSE doesn’t mean it’s a HOME.. A HOME is a place where you can be you..  A HOME is somewhere you don’t have to hide.. A HOUSE is somewhere you have to hide who you are..  A HOUSE is a place where you don’t feel supported..  There is a major difference between a HOUSE and a HOME.. A HOUSE is a place where people live together, but don’t connect..  They don’t support and show affection to each other..  Instead they yell and fight.. Point blame, make you feel bad for focusing on getting better..  In a HOME they show affection and support..  Instead of yelling and fighting, they talk things out..  They don’t point blame off the bat, or make you feel bad for changing..  They get you the help you need.. In a HOME you have life and joy.. In a HOUSE you have barriers and constant fighting.. In a HOUSE there are strangers..  In a HOME there is a family....

  Storms By Jade What are storms? A gift? A curse? A blessing? The sound on a tin roof A sound for sleep Or a sound of fear? Thunder rolling in the distance Lighting striking whatever it can reach Storms It's a funny word, ain’t it? You can either love it Or you can hate it Storms are cold and wet Or they are a place where you can cry Without being ashamed Storms are a way of nature crying As quick as storms come, they are gone People come and go, but we choose to stay The skies are still gray, but we are not