Lord of the Fies Tanka

Dark figures appeared,

The boys were screaming with fear,

Littluns afraid,

The boys finally free,

But scared the tribe would return.

You Can't Have It All

But you can have the sweet, crunchy taste of the delicate Ferrero Rocher melting in your mouth, like a gift being sent down from the heavens. You can have your 16-year-old sister who’s dancing at a party, call at 2:00a.m and say “I need picking up.”

You can have the evergreen trees with the soft, summer leaves blowing off and dancing in the wind, and the fresh red apples polished so fine, and swinging on the strong brown branches.

You can have your dad’s eyes, and your mom’s sweetness, the sweetness that says, think of others first, don’t think about yourself, put others before you.

You can have food, millions of different flavours and smells, though not all of them appeals to everyone, like a dress that your sister likes but not you.

You can believe in yourself, and then you usually achieve, but only if you try. You can have music in your ears, music that makes you smile and dance, and music that just warms your heart.

You can have tears rolling down your cheek, and landing on the tile floor. You can have them caused by pain, of range, or depression, any, but hopefully, you don’t have to cry.

You can sit next to a hot fireplace on a soft, woollen rug drinking a cup of sweet, hot cocoa, and watching your favourite TV shows, while your parents are in the kitchen making a Sunday roast.

You can have water, air, earth and fire, and the taste of a sour, springy lemon juice splashing down your throat, from the sugary pancakes your dad made for you on an early Sunday morning.

You can have a dream, a dream you never forget, or a dream that was a waste of your time. You can have a nightmare, a nightmare that pictured you having to go a full day of shopping for your older sister. You can have inspirations, things that just inspire you, things that put a smile on your family, and things that entertain yourself.

You can have a voice in the air, or in your mind, that whispers five words that you should always remember, because you can have what you like, but you only need the greatest gifts, like family and friends; so remember the five words:

You can’t have it all.

Goodbye Poems

Description

Whenever i look at farewell or goodbye poems, it always makes me think of when i left the UK, leaving my family, my friends, and just my whole home.

Synopsis

These poems are about Leaving, saying farewell, and moving.


Moving to the Country by Julia Darling

Moving Away  by Nikayla Bryant

Farewell my friend by Sylvia Chidi

Our Final Farewell  by Nikki Hamilton

Moving On by Andrew Barton Paterson

Moving Forward by Rainer Maria Rilke

Goodbye Dosen't Mean Goodbye Forever  by Danielle Jackson

It's so Hard to Say Goodbye by Melinda Mackey

Elephant Gray - Benjamin Moore - 2109 - 50

Miles of ocean,

Miles of land,

She stared out the frosty plane window,

Not moving,

Still,

But excited to go and see Florida.

Her older sister was next to her,

Smiling,

Singing softly,

Eager to get off and explore.

The day of dreaming and magic,

The day of wonder and mystery came,

And their they were;

Dolphins,

With skin like rubber,

Eyes like crystals, they

Swam through the clear water,

With their fins flapping at their sides.

Whales swam too,

Whales big, and

Whales small.

They glided under the water,

Breathing deeply,

Trying to avoid the hundreds of eyes,

Gazing back into theirs.

She left the following week to Tampa,

Eating snacks,

Drinking juice,

And trying to ignore the terrible singing,

Coming out of her sisters’ mouth.

She was walking with a slight sulk,

But then she looked up, and

There,

Walking,

Heavily,

Were little baby elephants.

She was profound with joy,

She jumped with excitment,

And wished she could just walk up to one,

And take it home with her,

But she left him,

Standing in the dark shade,

Waiting for the eyes to disappear from sight.

Weeks passed,

And there she was,

Standing in the cold,

In the elephant grey rain,

And back in the UK.

She stared up at the grey thunder clouds,

Closed her eyes,

And pictured the Florida sun,

Gleaming with rays of warm light,

But when she opened her eyes again,

Nothing,

Nothing but dullness stood before her…

Chinese Cinderella Book Review

Chinese Cinderella

By: Adeline Yen Mah

Publisher: Laurel Leaf Books

Genre: Memoir

Where I Got It: After one of my friends reading it and saying it was good, I decided to rent it out from the library.

One Sentence Summary: Adeline is a ten-year-old girl whose mother died giving birth to her, and now her father is married again; this makes Adeline feel left out, she’s always the one getting in trouble, and left behind, so she feels like an unwanted daughter.

First Sentence: as soon as I got home from school, Aunt Baba noticed the silver medal dangling from the left breast pocket of my uniform.

First Chapter Review:  The first chapter is really just a warming up to the main characters and what the story is going to be about. In the first chapter, Top of The Class, Adeline receives a silver medal from her kindergarten teacher, and shows it to her closest relative, Aunt Baba. Aunt Baba decides to put it in a safe deposit box, but Adeline finds some pictures of her mother, and asks how her mother died. Aunt Baba refuses to tell her, but soon Adeline realizes she died giving birth to her.

Verdict: after reading this book, I think this is one of the best books I’ve read since reading Dragon Rider by Cornelia Funke. I would recommend this for people to read, it’s quite emotional, but I enjoyed every word.

Cover Comments: a little Chinese girl on a front cover, you can tell automatically that she was the main character, and her face, you can see she has had struggle throughout her childhood.

A Dark Thing

No mistake about this assembly,

No chasing imaginary.

This meeting must be fun,

But business.

The place of assembly,

Roughly a triangle,

But irregular and sketchy,

Like everything the boys made.

If you were chief,

You had to be wise,

You had to think,

But not like Piggy,

Not as well.

Ralph let out his spare breath,

With a little gasp that was echoed.

Jack whispered to Robert,

Who looked away.

A murmur,

Almost a moan,

Rose and passed away.

Jack stopped whittling,

And ralph went on,

Abruptly.

Piggy, took off his glasses,

And blinked at them.

The sun had gone,

As if the light had turned off.

A beast,

A dark thing,

Comes out of the sea,

The last laugh,

Died away.

Simon was close,

Hands were placed on the conch.

Inspiration came to him,

Though laughter beat him,

Cruelly.

The evil speaking,

The laughter dying away,

The beast like the darkness,

The hunters like savages,

And the signal of light waited,

In the fire on the mountain.