This Is Sparta

Fear drains from the mask of each man
Knowing that the odds are against them
They have chosen their terrain wisely
The words of their leader are as fine as silk
Sheilds up and spears in hand
They are ready
This is their time
One rod flies through the air
Piercing the enemy line
They sit, and wait
Patiently
Almost taunting the million of heels that pound the dirt
Running towards their awaiting weapons
Its 300 against the world
Who will win ?

The Necklace Alternate Ending

Mme. Loisel glared at her husband in fear and choked, " I-I-I have not Mme. Forestier's necklace!"

He jumped up, frightened--

"What? How? This is not possible!" He paced back and forth. The floorboards squealed with his every step. Mme. Loisel patted her whole body down, although she had no pockets.

"Madam," M. Loisel had the voice of a tenor, "You have to find this necklace." His fear turned into anger. His anger transformed into guilt.

A Cinquain Poem

Candy

Shoved down your throat

Deliciously coated

Peeking through windows. So tempting.

Sweet Treat

Are You As Bored As I Am?

Eyelids hang on threads

Desktops are introduced to heads

This is a life you should not lead

Except if slob is on your mead

Your mouth opens wide

In spite of your mind

Inhale deeply

And stretch freely

You stare at that jumble of numbers

Waiting to hear the bell's thunder

Boredom is a disease

That could be cured by slumber

An Acrostic Poem

AN acrostic poem is a poem that spells out a word in the first letter of each line. In this case, my poem spells out my name.

Judge me not by my appearance, but simply my

Intelligence. As you blend in with the backdrop of

Life, I quietly defy the formality. I guess I'm just

Another alien in disguise.

Hovering over the diseased globe like a

Controlled satellite. My mind is never where I am. I blast

Out of this world into another galaxy awaiting with an open mind. I'm

Next in line to be branded. So I run.

Never looking back. Ten toes to the pavement.

Every pound harmonizes with the beat of my heart. I

Reform into the quiet homosapien that you label as wierd.

My Favorite Journal Entry

If you were to run away, where would you go?

If I were to run away, I'd actually visit two places. First, I would run to New York to visit Lil Wayne in jail. I would tell him to keep his head up and how much I love him. (Pitiful, right?) I would explain to him how the rap game will be so different without him for eight months. After that, I would run to Jamaica. I don't know exactly what part, but I will go there. I want to live there, actually, to gain their accent and experience their culture.

Orbitville

A tourist came in from Orbitville,
parked over a classroom, and said:


Color speccs dot long sheets of
Planks throughout this chamber.


Some move slightly as their
Leader dictates.


Many quickly glance at a
carton of digits,


Others stare. They stretch open
Fans, and caress each blade.

Who Am I Poem

Who am I

I am different

Ambitious visions

Creative, gifted

Normal is forbidden

Hop on the bandwagon

I didn't

I go farther

Banging to my own drummer

Travis Barker

True-False Quiz About Ge

We had to write a true and false quiz about ourselves and let our peers anwser the them.

1. I have 3 middle names.

2. My favorite rapper is Lil Wayne.

3. I was on Mr. Chuck's show.

4. Spongebob is not my favorite tv show.

5. I like to rap.

6. I've gone bungee jumping.

7. I have 5 brothers and 1 sister.

8. I think MASE is better than Central.

9. I want to live in Jamaica just to pick up the accent.

10. I want to become a Forensic Scientist.

What Does the V Stand For?

Verocious day
When everything is unreal
It makes me sick to my stomach
With the smiles and feels

The day when you are soaked in love

And your emotions come out drenched

Ring yourself dry

And throw your dismantled heart in a trench

Vivacious day

When you seem to be filled with goo

When your life is like Barney

You love him, he loves you

Exchange heart chocolates

Hug a big red bear

Get a valentine, pocket it

Caress her. With your fingers in her hair

Valentines Day

A.k.a confusing

Vicious Day

Hating and Loving

The Spirit Of V-Day Fusing

Look Up. There's A List!

In the sky
There is the biggest list of all
It brings us Winter, Summer
Spring and Fall
Just look up,
The sky seems blue
Squint your eyes
And find a different hue
The sky provides light
Although you think its the sun
But he trys to penetrate
Until the sunrays have won
Who doesn't want to live there?
Up there in the sky?
Fly north in a spaceship
Or on a chariot ride
Clouds clutter the space
Like puffy white cotton balls
Birds chirp and sing
While others call
When the sun sets
The sky has the solution
To get to anyone's heart
As a couple basks in its pollution

26 Letters of Nonsense

Mr. Brame asked to make an alphabet poem. If you notcie, each letter of very word is the next letter in the alphabet.

Actually, Behind Closed Doors
Eggs Fry. Guys Hide In Jail.
Kids Laugh Merrily,
Nonchalantly Opening Presents.
Quietly Running South To Uranus.
Very Wise, eXcept You're Zealous.

Above The Influence

We all sat indian-style on the cold ground in my backyard. We formed a circle, knees almost touching. The sun shined bright that day. It felt like a spotlight was on me. The pressure to fit in shoved me into that deadly circle. They were sharks, and I was lonely krill. We were waiting. They were waiting. I squished the seemingly wet grass through my fingers. I nervously looked around. He was back.

The boy stood over the circle, like a game of duck, duck, goose. He took his place next to the girl. They touched lips. From the backyard, I could see the driveway. I was the lookout. The boy pulled a small square box labeled 'cancer sticks' out of his back pocket. The end ignited, a small stream of smoke hovered over the circle like casper. Inhale. Next person. Inhale. Next person. My turn.

My palms were sweaty. All eyes were on me. My mind said no. My body said no. This was completely unsanitary! An ash fell to the dirt. I followed it with my eyes. An ant scurried over it without hesitaion. I heard yelling, rushing me. I licked my lips. Exhale. Next person. I didn't do it. I heard my mom pull up in the drive. Everyone scattered like roaches. The boy and girl skipped through the bushes. I greeted my mother. She asked what was I doing. I replied, "Just living above the influence."