Concrete Poem

Square

I am a regular quadrilateral shape and I have four points to my body figure. I have four

equal sides which means each point are 90 degrees and I equal up to 360 degrees total.

I have 2 hypercubes and 2 orthaplex in my shape figure and that might be real hard to see.

No one knows how it feels to be a square and other shapes call us plain and dumb at times.

But I just think they are jealous that they can't have good body points to their names and at

times they want to be like us but it doesn't realy matter because squares never cry when things

like that come int our way. We love ourselves and we love the things about us and we are smart.

Well if you ever want to know how it feels to be at our shoes just look at the things they has came

after our name like for example a rhombus or twisiting our bodies into diamonds, trapezoids and just

other good shapes like that. Triangles are super hatredful of four point shapes because they are lame

at being only three and nothing more than that but it's whatever because it's your choice to be like us.

Daily Journal

The house was made of…bricks and it made me love the house evevn more and I loved the look fo the bricks that made the house look more beautiful. But for some reason I felt that some things in the house was wobbly and I was scared to go inside the house and see what it was made of. Like for example, the door wasn't acting right and I was worried that it might fall off, and then the windows wouldn't open when I tried to fix it and see what was going on because the hot was a little bit too hot. Then there was twinkle noise that I heard from upstairs and I went to go see what was that racket that I heard. But it was only the old rocking chair that my grandma gabby use to sit in and I started to get sad because I missed her so much. But I went outside in the backyard and there was a wagon that we use to ride in with the horse that she use to own but it had went away to my mom's house so that way we can have it full time to ourselves.

Sonnet Poem

What Do I Look Like To You Everyday?
What Describes Me When You Think About Me?
Being Speechless Not Knowing What To Say.
Give A Kiss to You In My Favorite Dreams
Do Not Want You To Leave Me No Time Soon.
Thou Shall Not Hate But Have Even More True Love.
Wish That We Can Go Far From Earth To Moon.
If You Die I Know You'll Watch From Above.
Am I Beautiful When You Hold Me Close?
I Don't Want No One Else In Life But You.
Passion But Tickles When You Touch My Nose.
All I Know Is You Are Meant To Be True.
Together We Stand, Together We Fall.
Throughout Our Ups And Downs We Beat The All.

Daily Journal

If i could invite three people to talk to for an hour it would be my Auntie Tasha, my best friend Amanda Johnstad, and Tupac. Tupac is one of America's greatest MCs there has ever been in American history. Auntie Tasha had a baby girl name Tatyana and she passed away in '04, but she was real fun but crazy at the same time. Then my best friend/godsister died in '09 and she was a good friend to me and she inspired me to do half the things that i am doing. But they all have been an inspiration of me and they have taught me some things that I have learned from my mistakes or something I will use in the future and I really want them to tell me their feelings of how they are whereever they ended up. And also how they feel about how the world is ending up these days just things like that and what they wil do to live another day.

Assonance Writing Assignment

As I ran with a knife in my hand trying to keep myself protected from my dad.
I had trust in him until we started to fuss and now he's chassing me with anger in his body.
Telling me to get back here or I was going die but I knew he was going to anyway and I started to cry.
I run into my room waiting to see if he was going to come but it was silence until I heard a loud boom at the door knowing he was trying to come in.
He come in and we started to fight each other and knew this was going to be the last night I see and I tried to fight back but something happened to me.
He stabbed me and the time was Seven and as I layed down dead I knew my spirit was flowing to Heaven to be in peace for eternity.

Daily Journal

I remember during the summer before the 8th grade, we had we went to Valleyfair because it was hot out and we wanted to have fun before we went back to school. SO what we did was that there was a ride called The Wild Thing. The lately news of the rollercoaster is that it had broke down fo a while because it had fell off the trail of the coaster. But when we got on, it didn't break or do anything and I was happy and not scared of it but still caucious.

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