The Way to Greatness
By: A.P. grade 8
We are what we are
All that we are arises with our thoughts.
With our thoughts,
We make the world.
Do not dwell in the past,
Do not dream of the future,
Concentrate your mind on the present moment…
For greatness.
Even if everyone else is not doing good,
I alone will.
Even if everyone else is doing wring,
I alone will not.
If you know anything that is hurtful and untrue,
Do not say it.
If you know anything that is helpful and true,
Find the right time,
it is the way to greatness.
Eyeballs for Sale
By: D.M grade 7
Eyeballs for sale!
Fresh eyeballs for sale
Delicious, nutritious,
Not moldy or stale,
Eyeballs from manticores,
Ogres and elves,
Fierce dragons’ eyeballs
that cook by themselves.
Eyeballs served cold!
Eyeballs served hot!
If you like eyeballs,
Then this is the spot.
Ladle a glassful, a
Bowlful or pail-
Eyeballs! Fresh eyeballs!
Fresh eyeballs for sale.
Always Believe in Yourself and Your Dream
By: N. A. grade 6
The future belongs
to those who believe
in the beauty of dreams.
Always believe
that you will ultimately succeed
at what ever you do.
You are meant to be
whatever you dream of
becoming.
Hold on to your dreams
and never let them go.
Show the rest of the world
how wonderful you are!
Always be yourself,
because you are filled with special qualities
that have brought you as far as you are today,
and that will see you through.
Make your heart happy,
and let it reflect everything you do.
Wish on a star that shines your sky.
Don’t ever forget that you are unique.
Always believe in yourself and your dreams.
Monday, October 27, 2008
Thursday, October 16, 2008
SUBMISSIONS
Write, write, write! The Writers Club would like poems and stories from any student interested in sharing their thoughts and words. If you have an idea, a masterpiece is just around the corner! You can come see Miss Cleary in Room 256 anytime for topics, suggestions, or proofreading assistance! My door is always open!
WRITING CONTEST!!!
Do you want to earn merits? Do you want to get publish on the Mustang's Writers Club website? All you have to do is write a poem and submit it by Thursday, October 23, 2008 to Miss Cleary in Room 256. Write about anything you are feeling passionate about: friends, relationships, school, family, etc.
Get writing!!
Get writing!!
Ghost's Cry
There is a girl that comes here everyday.
Always staring at the horizon.
As if to be waiting for someone.
With faded eyes
and a look of lonliness
tears form.
They fall upon her cheek
as rain fills the sky.
She does not move or speak.
Still and quiet.
There alone in the darkness she stays.
Lifeless.
Waiting there.
Without a word.
Just standing.
Silently crying.
As she looks out to the horizon
For eternity she waits
'Til the day she finds what she is looking for.
When she has no more need to cry
and her smile returns,
But until that day comes, she is Ghost's Cry.
-K. M. (Grade 8)
Always staring at the horizon.
As if to be waiting for someone.
With faded eyes
and a look of lonliness
tears form.
They fall upon her cheek
as rain fills the sky.
She does not move or speak.
Still and quiet.
There alone in the darkness she stays.
Lifeless.
Waiting there.
Without a word.
Just standing.
Silently crying.
As she looks out to the horizon
For eternity she waits
'Til the day she finds what she is looking for.
When she has no more need to cry
and her smile returns,
But until that day comes, she is Ghost's Cry.
-K. M. (Grade 8)
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Silence is Golden...I think not
Darkness is all around...
Silence...there's not a sound
I cry from sudden fear
Only... I cannot hear
Something reaches out to me
But I cannot see
Nothing can stop the tears
that fall from my eyes.
Why can't I see, or hear my own loud cries?
Frustration overwhelms me fast
How long will this last?
I am a bee and the world is a wild flower
I pass by it without my seeing power
Hidden beauty, Forever my blind spot
From now until the day when I rot
I never hear it calling
And I let my tears continue falling...
- T. S. (Grade 8)
Silence...there's not a sound
I cry from sudden fear
Only... I cannot hear
Something reaches out to me
But I cannot see
Nothing can stop the tears
that fall from my eyes.
Why can't I see, or hear my own loud cries?
Frustration overwhelms me fast
How long will this last?
I am a bee and the world is a wild flower
I pass by it without my seeing power
Hidden beauty, Forever my blind spot
From now until the day when I rot
I never hear it calling
And I let my tears continue falling...
- T. S. (Grade 8)
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