2. My "I am" was my most favorite because i actually put my heart into it and my feelings and i reall enjoyed sharing it with my friends.
3. I think i got my title from previous writings and my life. because when i write something i write for myself but also for others to see what i have gone through and to show them that i can do it than so can they.
4. I may continue writing in my journal but i can hardly ever think of something i usually just go off of something wether its made up or real.. i really hope later on down the road i can come back to this and see what i was like in high school.
5. Window Poem
A weeping willow up ahead i see,
of and old olfactory.
That reminds me as a child,
where i used to go and hide.
To my right is a lovely river,
where a man sits as a fish.
With the water flowing soft and slow, the sun touches and it glows
The old oak with my ree house was gone,
now ses a quaint barn.
but my head is still high,
and my smile always bright.
Someitmes i wonder as the days go by,
what the days mean when the weather chages & why.
always remember though,
Stay bright and clean because you are the window though which you see your home
A small yellow house in the distant hills i see
where the leaves fall freely.
The Autumn is where the day is great,
counting the trees that make the world bright.
Further and further is a lighthouse,
That lights up the town when the night falls.
But the closest thing ad furthest thing at all.
Is the little spider crawng on window.
6.
I am….
I am big and muscular…
I am a brown eyed boy who is alone…
I am a brown hair and tan skin…
Yo soy hispano…
I am a father at a young age but the mind of a wise man…
I am a fiancee of a beautiful girl…
I am a hard working man striving to win the appreciation of my mother…
I am an artist whos goals are set higher than normal…
I am parts of lyrics from S.P.M. in his song “Real Gangsta”…
I am one of six kids…
I am the oldest in my house and second oldest in the family…
I am a paintbrush that slowly brushes across a well primed canvas…
I am a big tree alone in a giant field hangin onto all he’s got during a bad storm…
I am an allegory waiting for someone to understand me truly…
I am a young boy growing up to quick…
I am a very understanding person and responsible…
I am someone waiting to see what my real talent is and what my future holds…
I am a red rose with thorns torn off and blood dripping from the pedals…
I am affable…
I am an olfactory of gun powder…
I am quaint in music…
I am bereft of a father…
I am timorous of spiders and losing my family…
I am a boy who dreams of the firmanent and wonders…
I am a what if guy…
I am a gentleman…
I am respectful…
I am honest…
I am not a trouble maker anymore…
I am a guitar player…
I am a curious person…
I am a student at kickapoo high school…
I am very protective over my family…
I am someone you can come talk to about problems…
I am a person who gives good advice…
I am someone who always wants to know whats going on and tries to fix things.
I am sitting in a classroom typing this right now…
I am a very funny person who enjoys talking to people and getting to know other, who loves making jokes but can always be serious about other things.
I am finally done with what I can think of…
7.I dont plan on becoming a writer anytime soon but i will always write for fun. i love being able to add on to stories and coming up with crazy ideas. I love writing, in this class we could actually enjoy writng about something other than something we didnt want to write about or think about.
8. Ill say this to everyone just keep your head up and never stop writing.
9.My mind once laid numb
because my old flame you left
my finger they ached
from wiping the tears i wept
i thought you were the poetry
the words that completed my heart
i thought you were the other half of my puzzle
but i realize your were just a tiny part
my muse is so close to death
I have ignored her for you
my heart is trying to fix itself
after all you have put me through
poetry once my most cherished art
is become so hard now to compose
the words they lay trampled on by you
why did you crush our simplistic rose.
my mind lays numb after what you've done
and i will never comprehend why you left
but i will not these hands ache anymore
I'm gonna dry up these tears i have wept
7.I dont plan on becoming a writer anytime soon but i will always write for fun. i love being able to add on to stories and coming up with crazy ideas. I love writing, in this class we could actually enjoy writng about something other than something we didnt want to write about or think about.
8. Ill say this to everyone just keep your head up and never stop writing.
9.My mind once laid numb
because my old flame you left
my finger they ached
from wiping the tears i wept
i thought you were the poetry
the words that completed my heart
i thought you were the other half of my puzzle
but i realize your were just a tiny part
my muse is so close to death
I have ignored her for you
my heart is trying to fix itself
after all you have put me through
poetry once my most cherished art
is become so hard now to compose
the words they lay trampled on by you
why did you crush our simplistic rose.
my mind lays numb after what you've done
and i will never comprehend why you left
but i will not these hands ache anymore
I'm gonna dry up these tears i have wept


