The Unavoidable Feeling

Author's Note: During Language arts, I couldn't decide what to write about. Then I realized how hungry I was, because this class is right before lunch. This poem describes this feeling.


Working hard,

On the computer,

I notice something,

That should be helped sooner,

A lion-like growl,

Erupts from my tummy.

It's then I realize,

I need something yummy.

Seconds ticking by,

Seems more like hours.

I can't take it much longer,

I don't have those powers.

Then the bell breaks the quiet,

Just like a car horn's blast.

Sitting in the lunchroom,

I'm cured at last.

Finally Here

Author's Note: This poem is based off of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone.  It's supposed to show how Harry's life starts out disappointing and ambiguos, but it all changes when Hagrid takes him away to be a student at the magical school called Hogwarts.

After years of dreaming,

After years of despair,

After years of feebleness,

It's finally here.

I searched for an answer,

I searched for a chance,

I searched for a solution,

That's finally here.

Taken away from misery,

Taken away from longing,

Taken away from pain,

I'm finally here.

Now I have friendship,

Now I have hope,

Now I have opportunity,

Home is finally here.

Can You Raed Tihs?

And yes, I know it's spelled wrong....

Tehre hvae been ltos of tiems in our lievs wehn taehcers hvae mraked us wrnog on qusetinos becasue we mispseleld a wrod. Somteiems the resaon we dind't get as hgih of a socre is becasue of tihs. Splelnig can be a rael prolbem for smoe pepole, but are thsoe taehcers raelly corerct?

I'm a decnet spleler, but I stlil dno't lkie it. A whlie ago, I saw somtehing on the copmuter that was prtety itneretsing. Acocrdnig to profesosrs at Cabrmidge Unviresity, spleling dosen't wrok the way we thnik it deos. Tehy say taht as lnog as the frist and lsat lteter of a wrod styas the smae, the inisde odrer of the letetrs dno't mtater. So deos taht maen taht we hvae been wrnog tihs enitre tmie?

Myabe spleling ins't as improtant as we thoguht. The olny thnig wtih tihs is, olny 55% of pepole can raed wrods tihs way, prboably becasue thye're so uesd to seieng it how it's "supopsed" to be. So tlel me, can you raed tihs?


If you can't read that above, this is what it translates to:

There have been lots of times in our lives when teachers have marked us wrong on questions because we misspelled a word. Sometimes the reason we didn't get as high of a score is because of this. Spelling can be a real problem for some people, but are those teachers actually correct?

I'm a decent speller, but I still don't like it. A while ago, I saw something on the computer that was pretty interesting. According to professors at Cambridge University, spelling doesn't work the way we think it does. They say that as long as the first and last letter of a word stays the same, the inside order of the letters don't matter. So does that mean that we have been wrong this entire time?

Maybe spelling isn't as important as we thought. The only thing with this is, only 55% of people can read words this way, probably because they're so used to seeing it how it's "supposed" to be. So tell me, can you read this?

Paradise

Author's Note: My inspiration for this came from my past trips to Florida, and what the experience was like.

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Stone: Stream of Consciousness

Author's Note: This was a stream of consciousness I had. It doesn't have a point to it.

I look down 1,000 ft below me, into the livid river. My harness straps tightly around me, binding me to the chord attached to the ledge. With a scream that could be heard from the heavens, I plummet down, down, down, my face inches away from the stoney mountainside. Seconds before the water tears me apart, the chord springs me back up. I heave a sigh of relief, knowing I'm able to live for at least one more day.

Epic Skiing Fail

A couple days ago, I went on the ski trip to Sunburst. I was actually skiing pretty okay for me, (which was a miracle) until we decided to race down a hill called the "snow bowl." So we where going down, and I was doing fine, but then I made too sharp of a turn. One ski came flying off near the top of the hill, and as I was tumbling down, the other ski came off near the bottom. When I figured out I was alive, I grabbed my ski and trudged all the way back up to find my other ski. By that time, Everyone else was already riding up on the lift. It was an epic fail on my part.

Rain

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Stream of Consciousness: Fire

Flames lick every inch of the floor, which disintegrates in seconds. I struggle to esape as thick smoke clouds my vision. Flooring is collapsing around me faster and faster with every heaving breath I take. I hear crying off in the distance: my mother's. I head towards her sobs, battling through the rubble. Finally, after the difficult fight, the house admits defeat, and caves in. I rush to my family, tears cascading down my filthy cheeks. My mom holds me tight as we all begin to bawl together.

Spring Will Come

It seems hopeless, that spring will ever come,
With the weather so cold and the snow so thick,
And my skin caked with layers,
Still doesn't always do the trick.
The air so icy,
And the ground so unsteady,
I begin to wonder
If spring will ever be ready.
But the sun does come out,
And the wind does stop.
Snow doesn't always fall,
But on occasion, there is a raindrop.
Grass gets uncovered,
And the snow isn't so high,
Leaves on trees begin to bloom
Out of the corners of my eye.
When the snow melts away,
And the air isn't so bad
A smile creeps over my face,
Because finally, finally,
Spring has come to take winter's place.

Road

Endlessly, endlessly, Pavement stretches across the countryside.
Slowly, slowly, I walk, making the journey as long as I possible can, not wanting to miss a thing. Surely, surely, there's a way to hold on, make it go on forever. But unavoidably, unavoidably, this road will end. But the end, it doesn't mean the end; its only the start of a new beginning.