Marcus

10/16/11

4th

Haikou

covered moon light sky

what a beautiful sight

a rare thing to see

The angry skies roar

endlessly throughout the day

no light to be seen

a ladder and toys

a dim light shines on the room

a view to the town

two people one hurt

looking back while running

image of chaos

beauty, merely half

it means nothing without love

together make one

reaches of mankind

extend throughout, far and wide

always polluting

10/16/11

4th

Free verse poem

related goals and objectives

ideals and more

from different nations and countries

all come together ignoring color and race

giving to some and others more

none the less great to all

Many suffer hardships as they approach their goal

others sacrifice friendships and all

some travel many moon and suffer he hellish day

all for that one goal which many only dream

upon arrival we unite to try and reach that one goal

we survived the studies

survive the jobs

all to accomplish the american dream

10/16/11

4th

Limerick

There once was a man named Fred

who sat in his chair and read

he sat all day long

and wrote a great song

went crazy and took some meds

10/14/11

4th

Color essay

blue is a color that satisfies anger urges for me personally, it soothes the mind, calms the soul, and relaxes the body. when i think of blue i think of the ocean waves, tide after tide, i can imagine night blue sky calms as can be. if by any chance i' were to get in any type of argument i can just lay in my bed listen to my music and imagine anything related to the color blue and it magically all goes away. it might seem like a stupid reason to choose blue as my favorite color but when i think of blue i always think about peaceful or calm settings. it's just very enjoyable to feel something like that any time I'm in stress. moreover blue is everywhere peaceful, the water the sky day or night. its basically everywhere so its easy to imagine such things when i see the daily.

10/14/11

4th

The last time

the last time i saw my father was a long time ago, about 10 years ago to be exact. and to be honest it doesn't seem like a big deal after all i hardly met him. i don't rememeber what he was like ow he acted around me but i see him as any other guy i guess.

its weird what i remember about him, which inst much but what i do remember always takes place in parties or family get together event. i can remember the steaks, burgers and beer all around, my family members like my go mother and father, all enjoying Mexican ranchera songs. the night skies in Kansas city and my dad drunk in most of them, once i even remember him giving me a six year old boy , beer! from these memories i remember him being like any normal dad, working when work needs to be done and enjoying himself when he could.

but the reason i haven't seen him in so long is still unclear even now t age 18 i dont know exactly what happened between him and my mom, but i guess its better not to know. any how what done is done and no point in wondering what happened

10/14/11

4th

Sense of smell

some people may hate the smell but they cant deny the fact that fire looks awesome. i on the other hand love both, smell and sight. as a kid i remember sneaking into the restroom, snatching some matches or a lighter along with dozens of miscellaneous items to burn. there in the restroom i'd lock the door and quickly set up my items to burn, take for example a pencil eraser. i'd watch that eraser crackle and pop, but the one thing that was always the same was that distinct heavy smoke burned smell. this wasn't on an everyday bases but when i got bored or my parents left i took that chance to burn something up. as years passed i would burn random objects less and less though. i mean i have to admit burning random things is fun and all but it's also very dangerous and could end up burning down something more than a mere eraser. but every time i do see or smell the burning fire i always get hose memories as a child when i used to burn random objects. its something random that just happens, don't know why and how but it does even though at the age of burning i was only about four or five years old

10/14/11

4th

The royal story

the intruder had just killed at least a dozen people, none of which were his targets. thus the intruder continued on his rampage still no one had a clue what his motives were for taking so many lives. people talked here and there but these talks were only rumors. guards kept coming and kept falling. all this chaos continued until the intruder made his way through the city slums and arrived to the beautify crafted noble castle where only nobility lived and commoners dreamed of living in. the assassin kept getting closer and closer to his targets but not before encountering the higher skilled warriors-crusaders. a couple of these crusaders were sent after this intruder to chase and capture him but were unsuccessful when the assassin lost them and attacked them from behind. continuing his path of wrath he continued though the castle to encounter none other than the king and the queen in their room thinking they'd be safe with just two guards garuding the door. but an ambush awaited the assassin and right their and then the vengeful assassin was captured and imprisoned.

10/16/11

4th

The octopi

The letter, the notes, the tabs, the sound

all these combine to form one

the one thing, which to many is peace

and to others relaxation

Although music may differ from genre to genre

all are understood by musicians, its's like a second language

Mine specifically is guitar

i started learning and playing guitar music like a baby

learns to crawl and then walk and then talk

little by little i acquired more skill, knowledge, patience and appreciation

before, i was but a mere student of this great teacher-music

now i feel as though i can play and shred like the greatest

but i know i still have much more to learn than playing fast the skills i need and require are like those of the octopod

sliding sly up and down the fret board

as though i have eight arms

this talent these octo-arms so it seems this conversion can only me reach that one goal

to play without struggle as the deadly octopus swims through his territory

no one dare defy it

and with enough luck and hard work i hope to reach that level

in which no one question my talents or criticize my playing

and how the octopus only comes out when coaxed i too seek that appraisal

so only those few lucky enough will hear me create

and communicate my language and my thoughts through music

i hope to know music like the octopus knows its arms and play

as swiftly as those eight arms coordinate and obediently sway through

the ocean

only then will i be as swift, smart, and sly as the octopi.

10/14/11
4th
Humpty Dumpty
Special agent Dumpty was on a mission, a top secret mission to retrieve information that had been stolen from the U.S government. E.T.A was five minutes. Agent Dumpty was prepared and ready for action. The ftime came and he jumped out towards his destination. As he fell he thought of what his next step would be. He activated his schute and slowly frifted to the building roof. Quickly he detached the schute removed the cover for the air vent and successfully infiltrated the base. He made way to his objective but the room where the info was stored was full of troops and scienteist. “Now this is what im talking about” he said to himself. agent Dumpty prepared for battle, smoke grenades, pistol in hand and his guts to move forward. agent dumpy,strategically there two smoke grenades landing so he could see the agents but they could not see him. as soon as they started smoking agent Dumpty ran throughout the room taking gout the troops one at a time as quickly and as swiftly as he could, there was no room for error. he had successfully infiltrated the building. but to agent Dumptys surprise this was all a set up agents quickly surrounded him and threw him in a jail cell. the next morning the capture rs escorted the agent to what they called death sentence. agent Dumpty accepted his fate and soon met his death as they pushed him off what most consider to be the most gruesome way of dying for an egg- the wall.

10/14/11
4th

Something scary

Like many other phobia’s, my phobia is that which is almost impossible to get over.
I don’t know when I realized about my phobia fear but what I do know is that it is terrible once I give into the fear. My fear of these heights isn’t much of a problem, its not like I walk on the edge or on the top of building to get home or anything.
I wouldn’t know why or how I acquired this fear of heights; it would seem as though I was born with this phobia right from the start. The first time I can remember noticing I was scared of heights is when I was I don’t know say 10 years old. I got on the roof of a house to fetch a water toy we had been playing with. To be more specific it was foam board used when swimming. So anyways, I got the toy threw it down and when I was about to jump I froze I couldn’t jump, I tried but I always stopped. It felt like I was about to dump from a two story house, you might think liked wow big deal, but trust me for a 10 year old boy with phobia of heights that’s like starring at death right in the eyes.
Ever since then, going up on a roof seems like I’m at least five stories high. Hopefully somehow over after time I can get over this fear since height is an advantage and its always a great experience when one does something to do with outrageous heights

10/14/11
4th

Fable

Once upon a time in the plains of Africa there lived a giraffe. This giraffe would never mind her own business; she would always interrupt the other animals’ conversations and would always tell everybody she knew about others’ secrets! After a long time people found out about the giraffes dishonesty and she started losing friends. Eventually the giraffes all lonely and has nobody to talk to. So the giraffe set out to find some new friends but everyone now new about the poor giraffe’s dishonesty and untrustworthiness. And so the giraffe was left to be by herself alone with no friends that could trust her. The moral of the story, think before you speak