Month of April, 2007

THIS IS THE BEST BOOK EVER!!!!!!!!!

Sliced bread was banned during World War 2
More than 1.5 million Americans are allergic to peanuts
In Thailand, you don't receive presents on your birthday, you give presents!

"Why hello little one, she said as sweetly as possible in case my mom was listening, I am here to talk about your progress in class" I know that lady,what's your problem?

Meat loaf is a vegetarian
A lions roar is louder than a jackhammer
Phobatriviaphobia is fear of trivia about phobias
an adult turkey has over 3,500 feathers

This is a really, really, good book. It reminded me of Alice in Wonderland, only because she fell down a hole and Gregor ( the main character) also did. Other than that, they're totally different.

My heart was pounding. The most awful person in the world was waiting on my front step. As she rang the doorbell, my hand slipped onto the doorknob.

In the morning, when Cherry woke up, she found herself in Bobby's hands. (again) She looked around, and she realized where she was: Bobby's school!

Author's Note: I wrote this at lunch today. :) I just think that it is so amazing that, how through the hardest time in my life, God gave me someone to love me... no matter how hard things get...

Chapter 1 Happy Days

Author's Note: This poem could be talking about Rocco and I, or God and I. It's either a Romantic poem or a Religious poem, whichever way you would like to see it...

You Lift Me Up
By Kiowa

Author's Note: Also, another poem I wrote last night about Rocco and I... who would've guessed? lol

I Can’t Get You Off My Mind
By Kiowa

I can’t get you off
My mind.

Author's Note: I wrote this in resteraunt last night, before I went to see a concert at my church. I was thinking about Rocco, and my depression, and how it affects me.

Author's Note: Another poem about Rocco and I. I luv it when he hugs me. :) Who wouldn't luv to be hugged by a boy you care about?

Safe In Your Arms
By Kiowa

Safe in your arms.

Author's Note: A poem I wrote yesterday night. About Rocco and I. I'm inspired to write these journals in poem form, becuz of a book I just read called Impulse, also by the same author as Burned.

Twisting,
Turning,
Burning,
Yearning.

Yearning for you
Or someone else

Twisting,
Turning
The path is curving
And somehow
I am lost

Buring and yearning
The end is near

If I jumped out of a train
Would you?
If I ran a marathon
Would you?
If I stole a diamond
Would you?
No.
You wouldn't.
I know you would just be
YOU!

Author's Note: I would like to get the message across that anyone can be anything they want to be.

Can apes wear capes?
And can snails have nails?
Can dogs be frogs?
And can cats have hats?

10

Author's Note: I wrote this in the hospital also. I find it much easier to think about "us" rather than to think about "them".

Will We Go?
By Kiowa

Will we go much farther

Author’s Note: This is, rather a depressing poem, about the relationship with a guy that I am going through now. Everything has been perfect, between us.

Author's Note: Now I know where they get the term "emo" from. Your "Emo"tions can cause a lot of depression, which has something to do with being "emo".

Author's Note: I wrote this yesterday while waiting in the hospital becuz I was feeling sick becuz of my stress/depression.

Author's Note: A poem I wrote about two days ago when Rocco and I basically confessed how nervous we are about... us... I mean, i'm worried and nervous, i think he's just nervous...

Author's Note: This is just a poem I wrote when I was feeling pretty shaky about everything that was going on.

I contorted my mouth into a horrid shout, expecting it to be muffled by a gunshot.
Not a click.

THE BUSINESS (PART 1)

"Mr. Bene there's a phone call for you!"
"Mr. Bene your coffee's done!"
"Mr. Bene teenagers are vandilizing your posters should we call the police?!"

Author's Note: More feelings from this past week...

We Belong
By Kiowa

I know it in
My heart
When I see your
Smiling face.

I know it in
My soul
When you take my hand
In yours.

Author's Note: I wrote this yesterday night, shows the feelings I have for the past couple of days.

You Surprise Me
By Kiowa

Everyday I am
Shocked by your
Loving heart
For me.

Author's Note: I wrote this when my mom brought up the subject of Rocco ever coming with me to the national park we occasionally go to, becuz I love it so much...

Our Secret Place
By Kiowa

the boar charged. Its horns were bent low and its chest heaved under the strain of anger. I, Viola, uttered a quick pray to God, cursed, and jumped.

blah.... my throat hurts banana it is scratchy "sweet child of mi-ne".... blah blah blah blah blah blah blabber im annoyiing u now..

It's summer. The air is thick, sweet, and warm, like melted salt water taffy.

There's nothing to write about, no inspiration. Everything that's interesting you can't put into words. A sunset is just orange. The ocean is just cold.

Later that evening, Miria lay in bed. She had long abandoned the love story. It was nearing nine o`clock. She lay in bed, staring upwards, seeing not the ceiling but Tom`s laughing face.

The sun swished in through the creamy white window blinds of of Hotel Dolphin. Slyly, it blinded the sleepy trio of Vishi, Doc, and Smeesh in the hotel room.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: there really is a Santa Clause Lane...so the big ceramic Santa statue thing is gone now, but i still call it that. This story is true. (this poem I mean)

it's summer
the air is

A wonderful book! This is about a girl with the name Hero, named after a girl in the Shakespearean play, Much Ado Nothing. Hero has just moved to Maryland, and she doesn't have any friends.

My chest rose steadily up and down, a bead of fearful sweat dripping down my forehead. The footsteps were closer now, louder.

This was a very moving book. And very interesstingly writen. Each chapter has two parts. The first part is writen as every average story.

Hehe, more of a song than a poem, but I don't care.

--
(chorus)
Don't you agree that the time has come?
And if you look you'll see that we're all one.
A life of peace is not impossible,

Flows through the fountain
Bursts open
Blue or clear,
I prefer clear,
It shows that
The water is not contaiminated

I cross my eyes
Now the water is twisted....
Into a whirlpool,

Little leaves bloom,
I understand

Flowers slowly bleed,
Their colors

Life goes on,
I understand

And here I roll
Like the gentle breezes
You often feel
Yes, here I am

Over the next 3 days, nothing irregualar happened, and I calmed down slightly. I could focus more on the frontpage article I had to write.

Author's Note: Just some flying thoughts jumbled together in my brain pushing to get out...

What You Mean To Me
By Kiowa

What do you mean
To me?
Now that is a
Question I

Author's Note; A random free-verse poem I wrote today after school.

Did You Notice?
By Kiowa

Did you think I
would notice
as you ran your
thumb along my
index finger?

Author's Note: I wrote this during the break of the second day conference when there was nothing really to do.

Everyday Is A Miracle
By Kiowa

You say you want
To witness a miracle

Author's Note: A poem I wrote the middle of the second day of my conference, after I called Rocco to say a simple, "hello" when I really wanted to say that "i miss you"...

Hello, I Miss You

Author's Note: I was doing some looking-back on life a few nights ago, and I was remembering all of the fun stuff I used to do as a kid, when I was immature.

Author's Note: A poem I wrote, literally, right in the middle of one of the conferences over the weekend. LOL

Passion Of The Ultimate Sacrifice
By Kiowa

Why can’t the world just understand

The endings might not be very good, but this book has lots of suspense that make it impossible to put it down!

I just stood there staring at the chaos when a robot extened a green bean that wrapped itself around my neck and picked me up.

*********************

Author's Note: A poem I wrote on the movie and real-life happenings to the Invisible Children. This is a touching movie, and feel free to visit the home site. (link below)

Author's Note: One of the lessons we learned while at my fun church conference over this past weekend...

Find Your Talent
By Kiowa

Find your talent
The one that God
Gave to you to show

Author's Note" more feelings towards Rocco. I really do wanna be his Best Friend, but I know I could never take him away from his other friends, nor do I want to...

Author's Note: What I was trying to describe was that even though the feeling was still somewhat there, and I can still see our hands clasped together, I want us to still be with one another...

Hi, I'm Tracy. I'm 12 years old and I go to the performing arts school of Brooklyn New York were I take a gizillion dance classes.

Love was the hardest thing Tracy has ever been through, or should I say going through, cause love dosnt stop hurting until you die.

Soctty groaned in pain. He felt as if a 100 ton anvil had been dropped on his forehead, a sort of intense pounding sensation.

I loved the trilogy Lionboy. The books are called Lionboy, Lionboy: The Chase and Lionboy: The Truth. It is soooo cool! I LOVE it!

Author's Note: Inspired by the song, You Found Me by Kelly Clarkson. I wrote this sloppy poem last night, hoping to get some of the most recent thoughts out of my head.

Author's Note: A poem I wrote over the weekend, talking about how I wish Rocco would come with me to church.

I picked myself off the floor, my chest still pulsating quickly. I plucked my cellphone from my pocket, for the actual land line had been smashed. I dialed 911, my fingers trembling slightly.

When Bobby and his mom got home, he immediately took out the candy bag and started to open it. His mom started to yell at him of course, but Bobby just ignored her and started eating.

One day, Bob just so happened to look in a window and find a little boy that seemed tall and scared of getting ransacked. He didn't know that the tall guy was Master Hong- a 6th degree black belt.

Poem Number One: Our Precious Day

Long ago,
We heard the birds.

Do we still?

Long ago,
We heard the land.

Do we still?

Long ago,
We heard th triumph.

Do we still?

Yes,

Poem Number One: Most Important

You're not stuck up,
You're not self-concious.

But you are,
Most important.

Face it.

Poem Number Two: You

A forest...
A field...
A desert...

Humiliation,
Your fear?
Grudges,
Your weakness?

Don't,
Be fooled.
You're not,
Alone.
"Stuck Up".
You're not,
Alone.

Grudges,
Your weakness?
Tears,
Your secret?

Don't,

Hey Haley,
How do you like you're school now?
I love it here at Amder privet school.

Author's Note: I'm so freakin' nervous about all of this!!!

Are We Ready?
By Kiowa

This is all so new
And it’s the first time
That someone I like
Actually likes me, too.

Author's Note: I wrote this as thoughts and memories ran through my head and played over and over again as the rain fell down from the sky outside of the car and as i lay falling into a deep sleep...

Author's Note: I worte this on Friday as mom and I and the other kids from church were driving up to the teen conference for churchs all around the country. :) I was already missing Rocco. lol

I LOVED THIS BOOK!! i couldn't but it down! It was fantastic!!!

Tick Tock
Echoes the clock
Tick Tock
I've got writer's block

Click Clack
Is the sound
A keyboard would make
If my mind didn't ache

Tick Tock
Coos the clock
Tick Tock

Loved it!

"Rem!"I looked up from the comic section of the newspaper. It was Gar, my best friend since kindergarten. Are names may sound funny, but we made them up for each other.

Polly is walking in the gutter, kicking pebbles.

Author's Note: Well, I wrote this yesterday, I would have to say that today has been a lot better then the past three days. Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday I was waking up and puking uncontrollably.

A dove swopes down and comforts us. It's white colored feathers are as pure as the water I drink. It's comforting cues calm all who hear it.

First, let me start with a small sypnopsis of the book. Brian Hammet's, the captain of his highschool basketball team, girlfriend has been murdered, along with her younger brother and her mother.

I arrived home at about six o'clock. The sun was just beginning to set, the dimming light casting a strange orange color that mingled with the gray February sky, creating a ominous purple.

"Sit down, Miss Rhub," Mrs. Haley demands. I sit in the ruddy swivel chair and look into her eyes. They don't look happy. "This behavior in unexceptable, Blanche,"

This is just, so great. I loved it. It is one of my favorite books ever. I couldn't put it down. it was fantastic!!!!

I LOVED THIS BOOK!! It is about a girl who has been expelled from so many schools she must go live with her dad, step-mom, and step-sister in a rural part of Ireland. It is FANTASTIC.

This book is about greek mythology, but during the present. its not boring at all! I loved it!

There are times you feel like chocolate; and then, there is none.

"Amazing Grace!
How sweet, the sound!"

How could I know how
Sweet the sound really is?
If the sound was heard
I could judge it

And I don't even know who Grace
Really is

Day 4 of the Wierd New Place
(June 4) Washington D.C.
3:00pm
Living Room

Author's Note: I wrote this today at school, this explains what has been happening to me most recently, meaning yesterday and today...

Because Of You
By Kiowa

This feeling is
So weird.

Author's Note: Also written at church on the same day of "I'm Not Scared..."

I Have…
By Kiowa

I’ve gotten over the shock
Faster than I thought
I would.

Author's Note: Also written the same day as "Broken Relationships"...

Feelings Of A Broken Girl
By Kiowa

I feel like I’m going to die
My head and heart keep
Throbbing.

Author's Note: I wrote this poem the same night as "Daddy, Daddy, Don't Leave" and it shows my feelings now and what they were...

Broken Relationships
By Kiowa

I always thought that

Author's Note: Also wrote this at church, same day as "I know That There Is A Chance"...

I’m Not Scared...
By Kiowa

I am scared
Of not a lot
But of a few
Things.

I am scared

Author's Note: I wrote this on Sunday, the day after I wrote "Daddy, Daddy, Don't Leave" and I wrote it at church...

I Know That There Is A Chance
By Kiowa

Peace has finally found me

MILKWEED by Jerry Spinelli

"I hate this. You know I do." I moan. Mum is setting out bowls of grapes and peanuts. I plop on the old couch and pick up a grape.

It was about six o'clock, and I was just closing down for the day, shutting off my laptop, clicking off my desk lamp, suddenly, Mr.Zeman came rushing out of the elevator, wheezing tiredly.

She is out there
Watching, waiting
For a person who cares

She is looking for help
She wants you to
Tell her
What you're doing
Wrong

I've heard it more than once
Coming from her mouth

I pressed enter one last time, printed the article I had just finished, and stood up from my comfortable leather chair. It was time to submit my daily article to David Zeman, the main edi