Picture story:
My imagination

When I am bored in class I usually think about something else. Once in Ela, I thought about the mountains where water would fall from high up and splash down onto the ground. Down by the mountains was a forest with trees without any leaves and a field with cold white snow. All the landscape was in purple.

In math I imagined a weird thing-a blue lady with gold that would make m,e blind just thinking anout it all over her neck. Her body was hidden, all except her chest and the bottom of her sea blue face. She was smiling in a good and bad way.

In Social Studies, I imagined a soldier on a tall horse. He was wearing a hat with a black suit and pants. He and his horse were crossing bloody orange fire, it was roaring flames all around them.

In French I imagined the beautiful new arrowed white building, with a wide open space terrace. On it was a man and lady dancing,  the man was in black and red clothes and the lady in a smooth white dress.

In Drama I imagined something funny, two animals-a horse and a squirrel, the horse was holding an instrument and was dressed in a orange suite with a red tie. The squirrel was was wearing a blue dress.

In Science I imagined Barack Obama in, like always, a dark black suite and a grey  steady tie. Strangely enough, he was in a bus alone with nobody in it, he was looking out the window. I wondered what he was thinking of? The bus had green seats and the light were barely lighted even though you felt comfortable with them.

When walking home after school I imagined a forest with mountains covered with trees on both sides of it. Fog was everywhere and it was yellow, same as the trees and mountains. I guess the reason why it was yellow is because in real life the sun was shinning in my face. So I looked straight at the sun which made me close my eyes shut for ten seconds and when I opened them, I was in my room on my bed and just finished dreaming.
  

I'm in a boat on the ocean when I see a mountain crack in half. I'm not so surprised. It's been happening a lot lately. Mountains would crack, people would scream, and then they you run. But this is the first time I'm on a boat and it looks like the mountain is going to fall on top of me! I'm so scared but then I hear my alarm. I open my eyes and sigh in relief as I realize it's just a dream. I see the picture of a lady with the blue face and red lipstick. I think to myself,"Why did mom have to put up that picture in my room."  Then I saw the other picture of a man on a horse while there are burning flames next to him. I try to imagine myself to be him. Running away from flames and trying not to die. Coming back to reality I see the spiked curves on top of the building next to my house and I see and man and a women sharing a hug. Then they step away from each other and start dancing. I go downstairs and see my mom wearing a squirrel mask and my dad wearing a horse mask. My dad is playing the accordion and doesn't notice me but my mom does and puts her hands up in shock. She asks,"Why are you up so early." I respond,"Because you woke me up." I look outside the kitchen window and I see a man fighting a tiger. He puts his hands up in fear while the tiger bears his teeth at him. I call my parents over to look at the poor man. He hasn't been bitten yet but it looks like the tiger might bite him soon. I see him run away in fear while the tiger stays put. I then realize that the tiger has a collar on its neck and every time it moves past its lawn it gets an electric shock. I leave the house after I eat breakfast. When I'm outside I see a bus pass by and there's only one passenger. Then I realize its President Obama! He waves at me and I'm in shock. I realize later that Barack Obama just waved at me!ME! I keep walking and I see a bear hanging from a tree. I soon found out it was stuck in the tree. People were shooting tranquilizer darts at it from a tranquilizer. People were shooting it so that when it got down it wouldn't fight back. I cannot stand to see the sight of the bear being taken down from the tree. By the time I leave it had been 2 hours! I look into the forest and see that it is orange. It is orange because it is fall and the leaves are probably orange. I walk back home thinking that i just had a fun morning.

WHO WANTS TO GO SEE AN OPEN MIC? 

You don't need to read, of course, but it will be fun to go watch and get an idea of what it's like to read. Plus there's pie there. Here's the info:

Brooklyn Open

Monday, October 6, 2014 5:00 pm

Central Library, Dweck Center

The Brooklyn Open is a monthly open mic series for teens. It is a safe space for poets, spoken work artists, emcees, scholars and activists to share their powerful and important voices. These events are run by youth for youth, with youth DJs, youth hosts and a monthly featured poet.

Presented in partnership with Urban Word NYC.

Let me know in the comments if you want to go. If we have a crew of people, I'm happy to bring some folks. We could leave school at 430 and walk over or meet there.

The purple mountains
shine like diamonds
in the tinted gray clouds.
The ever so slight trees
sway in the wind of this
amazing mountain range.


These ruby red lips look 
like blood trickling away
from an open cut.
The dark, mysterious 
shades of blue skin
intrigue me more than the 
stars, moon and the sun.
The big golden chains dangling 
from her neck mesmerizes me.
Streaks of sterling silver makes marks
on the gold gently and softly.

One second

You never think anything will happen because you're just a regular person. 

But one second is all it takes to change everything.

 One second you're alive the next your not. 

One second your walking down the street the 

next your running from who knows what but all you know is you're alive a second longer.

the snow fell down the rocky

LANDSCAPE

trees crawled up the side of the mountain

like a  caterpillar crawling up a tree

snow kept on falling onto

the base of the mountain

it looked like the biggest softest blanket in the

WORLD!

Where I am from


People think I am from Brooklyn,

But no,

I am from my house my room my family.

I am from the fan blowing the cold breeze on my skin while sleeping.

From the dish washer that my mom would but on every night,

Where water would skim on the plates and splash in a cup.

From the loud snoring of my little brother during long night's.

I do live in Brooklyn,

But I don't come from Brooklyn.

I am from my house my room my family.

poem

I'm an only child but I am not lonely. I am the opposite of lonely,
I live a nice life,
I live a happy life

POEM

I'm from my world, my home, my room
I'm from a place only I know how to navigate
Without me they would be lost, lost in the deep nothingness of my world
I'm from a family with a brother and a mom and dad yet I am sad
Sad from being shouted for doing this and that
Sad from losing 10 years of my life
Wishing you could remember
I'm from my life mine and only mine

                                                    Where Im From

                                             Im from dirty dishes

                                                   staying up late 

                                             from listening to music
                                                 
                                              by:Leah Glazer 711

Where I’m From

by Amy Maslin

I'm from messy rooms

from piles of books and crumpled up papers

I am from dishes clanking water spilling and moaning brothers

from muddy cleats and "pick up your shoes"

I'm from airplane sounds and babies screaming

from cramped apartments and noisy computers

from loud brothers and "go away"

I'm from the yes's and no's

the sound of trucks screeching to a halt

from "stop it" to "I love you"

and the broken couch

I'm from rainy days

wet backpacks and too hot pasta

I'm from the people that love me and I'll never forget

My life

I'm from the healthy meals to the not so healthy desserts,

I'm from a Tae Kwon Do center where I am a 2nd degree black belt,

I work hard everyday doing so without getting hurt,

I work there by giving out the flyers I've dealt,

I'm from Brooklyn,

And that's the only place I want to be

LIFE

Life is like the sky

one day it is amazing and easy

the next day it is
DARK
and
STORMY

Life is like nature

a period of time 

the plants are fine

Life is like death

sometimes its short

sometimes its

LONG.

SNOW
Snow is a nice bed with a pillow an blanket
To some its the poison of blood
to some it is a free drink of water to stay hydrated
others is a way to find shelter
but in all in all
SNOW
is a
MYSTICAL THING

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