Limerick

There once was an old Israelite
Who possessed lots of red dynamite
He had great pity
On the neighboring city
So he blew them up late in the night.

Trigger

An inch supports life.

A metallic piece moves just so far.

Like an autumn sky, before storm,

All seems fine, then, chaos.

Gone.

The eye of death looks straight, no emotion it shows,

It performs so well, unconscious of the effect.

Like a child manipulated to steal,

No influence has the eye on the backlash, no opinion on its duty,

Just the operator, manipulating the piece,

Damage, terror, war.

All a result of an inch.

This is Just to Say

This is just to say,

I put chocolate pudding in your gas tank.

There’s no need to forgive me,

Chocolate pudding tastes way better than gas.

If Only

If only, if only, I could drive, thinks the young boy doing his chores.

If only, if only, I could get married, thinks the new sophomore in college.

If only, if only, We could have kids, thinks the groom walking down the aisle.

If only, if only, He would grow up, thinks the new father.

If only, if only, He would grow up, thinks the father.

If only, if only, He would leave for college, thinks the aging father.

If only, if only, Thinks the old man on his deathbed, I could go back. 

Whales killing Trainers

On February 24, 2010, a KILLER whale was performing a routine show when it went crazy and dragged

Dawn Brancheau to the bottom of the pool; drowning her. People said that this is terrible, but I think it makes a lot of sense(I am by no means glad this happened).

     First, compare that tiny pool to the ocean. There's no comparison. Imagine being locked inside your bedroom closet for the rest of your life. You'd be pretty crazy, wouldn't you?

     Secondly, this whale was a KILLER whale. Hint, hint, zookeepers? Killer?

     I think that this is a terrible tragedy, but the whale was being natural.  

The iPad

Me with the iPad!










After eating some Pizza Hut, my dad and I went to the Apple store. iPlayed with the iPad. It's sooooo cool! iFind the book feature the thing that would lure me in, iMean, if people can read 100's of books without even physically turning a page, I'm in! Sadly, my wallet was recently stolen, so I'm 25 dollars back on buying one.

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A brand new enthralling story-
A music player with calming music for enhanced reading experience-
More poems
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Leaves-Another Poem By Me

*Snip* A leaf falls from the sky and sends ripples to shore. Down the stream it floats, around bends and breaks, not knowing where it goes. Past the wet sandals, whose owner meanders about without them, "Not I," says the leaf. Past the pebble wedged between two toes, wiggling for freedom, "Not I!" again says the leaf. Past the long forgotten sweet gum ball at the bottom, covered in algae, "Not I!" once more says the leaf. Down the waterfall and into the air flutters the leaf, and into a green pond of dormancy to be covered in algae, trapped, and alone.

Temptation-A Poem By Me

Temptation
As the fiery passion burns out the exhaust of the rocket ship, the temptation of the approaching star looms ever closer. Investigation and ambition draws the ship nearer like a fish on a hook, unable to control its course. Invisible gravity tugs at the will of the ship, pulling it ever closer only to be consumed by burning flame. Yet, belief speaks that all is fine; surely the ship will not be destroyed. Closer and over the line draws the ship, and it is gone, obliterated by such innocent temptation.

The Letter D Part 3-The Final Installment

Part 3
Wow. Mr. Herrera. Dead. I felt anger swelling inside of me. I wanted to make Ms. D. PAY for what she did to him!
In a super hero-like feat, I tried to rip off the straps-and failed. The needle punctured my skin and I screamed in agony as the yellow liquid drained into my stomach from the needle. I was going to die. Ms. D. had won. She was probably going to conquer the world now.
As I felt the acid eating away at my stomach, there was an explosion in the side of the wall. Lots of darkly dressed men dressed in suits that said FBI ran in and shot Ms. D. I yelled ,”Help!” and passed out.

***
That gets us to where I am now. In a hospital bed, room 256. My family is here. Everyone. Today, the doctors said that there is nothing they can do. The acid continues to eat at my inside, and I wear a smile for my family. This smile is a dark curtain hiding the pain inside that is slowly eating my life away.

The End

The Letter D-Part 2

Part 2

I awoke. I opened my eyes. Darkness. Was I at the dentist’s office? This table sure felt like one of Dr. Fred’s tables, however, unless it’s a bad day, Dr. Fred usually doesn’t usually strap me down.
“Hello!” my call echoed across the apparently large room,”is anybody the-“ a hand clamped over my mouth.
“Shut up, kid!” the hand’s owner scolded in a whisper. Hmm…that voice sounded familiar. I thought
I kept quiet as the hand left my mouth and the footsteps pitter-pattered away.
After a few minutes of quiet, I whispered,” Hello?”
“What?” said that familiar voice.
“Where am I?” I asked.
“At school,” came the reply.
“What part?”
“Underneath it.”
“How?” I asked.
“Well, “ he said,” it’s a long story.”
“Tell me.”
“Alright. About 25 years ago, a lady named Mary Denelux started the Parragon Mining Corporation. After a few years, she started selling her top export, dynamite, to various terrorist organizations. Mary played a part in the Oklahoma City bombings and other disasters. The terrorists convinced her to join them, and she then went on to be an inside terrorist for the Taliban in America, and, believe it or not, she built her first base right here, about three years before your school was built.”
“Then we must be inside of her building,” I said, a hint of fear creeping up my spine.
“Yes, we are, but you didn’t let me finish. Mary was discovered here when your school was built. She was supposed to serve a life sentence in jail, but she paid her bond and fled to Tanzania. No one has seen her since, at least, no one is willing to say that they have. I’m here on a lead that she is back and trying to execute some new plan of hers,” said the voice.
“Neat, but, who are you?” I asked.
“I’m Mr. Herrera,” said the no longer unknown voice.
“Wow!” I said,” So, you’re not really a math teacher?”
“No, I’m not,” he said,” I work for MI6.”
“THE MI6?”
“Yes.”
Bang! The gunshot rang throughout the room. As I heard it ricochet off of something metal, my eyes flew to the sight of the shooter-Ms. D.! So she was Mary Denelux! I thought. Wow. Terrorism really took its toll on her.
“Why did you eat that popsicle?!?!” she asked.
“I was hungry,” I replied.
“That was for the principal! I was going to bring him in and get the password to the school’s bank accounts!”
“I didn’t mean to foil your plan,” I said.
“Well you did, and you’re going to pay!” she screamed.
She flicked a switch and the lights came on. The room was covered with large shipping crates that looked kind of like dumpsters. My heart skipped a beat as I saw the large hypodermic needle moving towards me with a yellow liquid inside of it. I also saw the table with an array of fork and knife-looking things on it.
“That capsule in the popsicle cost me 15,000 dollars!” she yelled.
“I sure am sorry, again, I didn’t mean to do any harm!” I told her.
“That’s too bad, sonny, ‘cause you’re gonna pay!”
She pressed a button on the wall, and a keypad flipped out from a brick. She then moved a joystick that moved the hypodermic needle towards my stomach.
“This will slowly cause all of the mucus that lines your stomach to wane away while the potent acids in your stomach dissolve first your stomach, then your entire internal organ system!” she said.
While closer and closer the needle moved, something wasn’t quite right. Where was Mr. Herrera? He worked for MI6, couldn’t he do something? How ironic! Just as I was doubting him, a crack rang through the room. Surely that was Mr. Herrera! I tried to sit up the best I could and saw a sight. The bloody body of who used to be Mr. Herrera lying on the floor.

Next installment in production.

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Congratulations to one Mr. John (middle initial) Steakley for posting the first comment. Ever.

The Letter D-A Story(not the truth)

As I woke up last Thursday, I couldn’t believe that there were only seven weeks of school left. After seven weeks, it would be smooth sailing. The Beach,the lake. Oh yeah. However, I had some big assignments in almost all of my classes so I had to keep my mind focused.
Cole greeted me with a smile as I walked into the cafeteria later that morning.
“Ahh, the fresh smell of a new day,” he sighed as we walked to our lockers. “Did you finish the math?” he asked me.
“Yes, but I had some trouble with the circle measurements,” I replied.
“I found it quite enjoyable,” he said.
We continued on and parted ways at the central stairway. I dropped off my instrument in the band room and continued on to my first period class. Mr. Herrera wasn’t there, just weird old Ms. D.
Ms. D. Had been a sub last year in sixth grade, but, unfortunately, she followed me up to seventh grade. The droopy skin on her arms and her horrible socks with her Choco’s (yes, socks with Choco’s) made me want to vomit. Fortunately, she was hard of hearing and engrossed in a novel, so, instead of working on the classwork, we just played spades the whole 52 minutes.
Later that day, when I was walking to lunch, I noticed that there was no one attending the front desk. I glanced toward the back and saw a box of Krispy Kreme doughnuts in the break room calling for me to come and devour them. I’d won Good Citizen twice; they wouldn’t punish me too badly- anyway, I'd only get one.
Perfect. No more doughnuts. However, there was a box of Skinny Cow popsicles in the freezer. Chocolate-not my favorite, but it would have to do. It did all right.
My first bite was pretty good, along with the second. The third bite had something crunchy in it. I felt dizzy. Really dizzy. As I dropped like a rock to the tile floor, I glimpsed the infamous Choco’s with socks walking my way.
To be continued...

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