machete man

sword skills by the the machete man

my story

its a Monday morning bright and early, my homework's late  and my ties too small ! that's a good way to start of  another school day. period 1 I have P.E , period 2 I have Maths , period 3 Science , period 4 I have Art and Finley Period 5 its English. my Favourite lesson of all is English the only reason I like it is because of my teacher! he is so easy to wind up no one does the work, no one has there tie done up and certonly no one listens to him! our books are empty, are folders full of doodles, our chewing gum stuck underneath the desks, and we always play games on our phones.


That is how i would write How to torcher your teacher as a story ,




      

my free choice poem

In some sense, it could be argued a category about Life is a vague, nebulous cop-out. Any poem ever penned by Man or Woman would surely gain ready admittance here. All poems, almost by definition, are about Life.
But don't, for a moment, think that makes this category any less important. On the contrary, if the poems and topics you are about to explore are about Life, then they are also about you.
No one person can ever experience all that life has to offer. It is only through sharing - experiences, feelings, insights - that we can hope to grow beyond our own meager lifetime. Are you ready to grow today?
Let the countdown begin

1900 poem

I Speak Not
by Lord Byron -- (1788-1824)
I speak not, I trace not, I breathe not thy name;
There is grief in the sound, there is guilt in the fame;
But the tear that now burns on my cheek may impart
The deep thoughts that dwell in that silence of heart.
Too brief for our passion, too long for our peace,
Were those hours - can their joy or their bitterness cease?
We repent, we abjure, we will break from our chain, -
We will part, we will fly to - unite it again!
Oh! thine be the gladness, and mine be the guilt!
Forgive me, adored one! - forsake if thou wilt;
But the heart which is thine shall expire undebased,
And man shall not break it - whatever thou may'st.
And stern to the haughty, but humble to thee,
This soul in its bitterest blackness shall be;
And our days seem as swift, and our moments more sweet,
With thee at my side, than with worlds at our feet.
One sigh of thy sorrow, one look of thy love,
Shall turn me or fix, shall reward or reprove.
And the heartless may wonder at all I resign -
Thy lips shall reply, not to them, but to mine.

Green and speckled legs,
Hop on logs and lily pads
Splash in cool water.

I thought love was just a mirage of the mind,
it's an illusion, it's fake, impossible to find.
But the day I met you, I began to see,
that love is real, and exists in me.

Wild Animals

When you look at wild animals
they are breathtaking,
so pure and natural.

If the animal looks you in the eyes
you can feel connected.

If the animal walks up to you
takes food from your hand,
you can feel trust.

When the animal keeps returning
for food,
you can feel needed.

By mistake
you take the animal home,
you can feel complete.

Time goes on
you look into the animals eyes,
you can feel sadness.

Knowing that
you have to return the animal to the wild,
you can feel loss.

When you let the animal go,
it runs! 

Jenna Thomas