I hate humans,
They disgust me with their cruel ways,
Murder after murder,
War after war,
It never ends.
I watch,
I protect,
Their burdens are mine to take care of,
There is no peace and there will never be.
Humanity's troubles never stop.
The power I have,
The power they gave me,
I have the power to control,
The power to take,
But it wouldn't make life better.
It would be better to let the earth rot while I rest in peace,
They deserve pain and suffering,
Why should I feel it instead of them,
The world is unfair.
Pride, Hate, Anger, Envy and Lust
That's what Humans are made of.
Saturday, November 26, 2011
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Poem dedicated to Ms. Hancock
Her electrified golden curls stuck out like branches,
The makeup on her face, like a tropical jungle,
Caked with bright colors, magenta and hot pink,
Ms. Hancock was her name,
She was plump like a grape,
Her clothes were eccentric, her style characterized by mismatched garments.
Despite her unconventional appearance,
Ms. Hancock had an unparalleled exuberance for life,
She had a tremendous capacity to inspire young writers toward excellence,
She taught with passion,
Every word was spoken with conviction in her spirit
Her eyes gleamed with excitement as she elucidated the deeper meanings of poems,
I loved her class.
She sparked a fire within me,
A fire burning for the love of writing,
She inspired me to release my emotions through the pen,
She unveiled the secrets of literature to my heart.
But suddenly, everything changed,
My source of inspiration, Ms. Hancock, was gone
Young students did not appreciate for the inspiration that she was,
Jeers of laughter and mockery at her appearance crushed her spirit,
Her glowing countenance was dimmed,
I never had the courage to tell her how valuable she truly was,
It was too late,
Her life was snuffed out, like a candle in the wind,
But the flame she ignited within my soul will never die,
I will never forget and I will never be the same.
The makeup on her face, like a tropical jungle,
Caked with bright colors, magenta and hot pink,
Ms. Hancock was her name,
She was plump like a grape,
Her clothes were eccentric, her style characterized by mismatched garments.
Despite her unconventional appearance,
Ms. Hancock had an unparalleled exuberance for life,
She had a tremendous capacity to inspire young writers toward excellence,
She taught with passion,
Every word was spoken with conviction in her spirit
Her eyes gleamed with excitement as she elucidated the deeper meanings of poems,
I loved her class.
She sparked a fire within me,
A fire burning for the love of writing,
She inspired me to release my emotions through the pen,
She unveiled the secrets of literature to my heart.
But suddenly, everything changed,
My source of inspiration, Ms. Hancock, was gone
Young students did not appreciate for the inspiration that she was,
Jeers of laughter and mockery at her appearance crushed her spirit,
Her glowing countenance was dimmed,
I never had the courage to tell her how valuable she truly was,
It was too late,
Her life was snuffed out, like a candle in the wind,
But the flame she ignited within my soul will never die,
I will never forget and I will never be the same.
Sunday, November 20, 2011
English 10 Letter of apology Ms. strangeworth
Kristen Chang
Block D
English 10 Ms. Kwan
Dear people of this town,
Recently it has been revealed that the anonymous letters of complaints were sent by me. I apologize if my letters of concern offended anyone. I only wished to raise the awareness of people in this town to make our community a better place. I want to express my disappointment in what you did to my precious roses. For a long time, I have been loved by everyone in this town and I wanted to repay that through giving helpful advice. I understand if my words are a bit too harsh for you and that I am somehow invading your privacy. I will cease to send these letters to the post office but I want to make one thing clear. I would appreciate it if you wouldn't destroy my roses that I spent my time to plant. My roses are perfection and you people destroyed it. My home which once was a paradise because of the roses is now destroyed because of all of you corrupted people. I tried to help and what did I get in return. You trespassed on my property and destroyed my plants. I will no longer help you in improving the behavior of everyone in this town.
Sincerely,
Ms. Strangeworth
Monday, October 10, 2011
My Earliest Memory
Kristen
Chang
Block D
English 10
Ms Kwan
My earliest memory
My
earliest memory was when I was a child going on a family trip to Maui, Hawaii.
It was probably one of my most favorite trips I had ever experienced. I can
recall the calm waves of crystal, blue water washing up on the beach. The sand
was golden and smooth unlike the gritty brown sand in Vancouver. Palm trees
waved back and forth through the soft breeze. I was five years old at the time
and Hawaii seemed like a whole other world to me.
One
of the first things that we did was snorkeling in the coral reef. I remembered
that I was too scared to fully put my body in the water. Instead, I held onto a
water-board that had a transparent surface that allowed me to look at the
bottom. It was such a captivating sight. A turtle slowly hovered above the
ocean floor. I watched my sister grab onto its back as it made its way to the
top. Exotic fishes of many colours brushed against my legs and a gigantic manta
ray glided over the coral reef below me. I regret not diving into the water to
see all the wonders of the sea.
Another fun experience was going on a submarine. When we entered the submarine
the song, “The yellow submarine”
was playing. As we went down further and further, schools of fish began to
surround the submarine. The coral reached ten feet high. Unfortunately, the
ride wasn’t very enjoyable because I was mad at my sister. We occasionally gave
each other dirty looks during the ride.
As for food, we always ate at this restaurant that consisted of wooden huts
that stood on stilts over the ocean. There were lobsters and crabs that crawled
beneath the restaurant. The food and drinks were amazing. I had three
strawberry coladas and I still wanted more. The entertainers for the restaurant
were a man and a woman who sang Hawaiian songs and strummed their ukuleles. It
was a tropical paradise.
My
family and I stayed at the Trendwest Resort. It wasn't as nice as the other
resorts in Hawaii. There was a resort called the Grand Wailea and it had the
most amazing pools I had ever seen. There was a large 70-person hot tub that
was located in a man-made cave, a cascading waterfall pool and a pirates ship.
My sister and I were allowed to swim in the waterfall pool.
Entertainment was exceptional. We saw a play about the origins of Hawaii and
attended Luau dinner. The Luau dinner featured hula dancers, fire-eaters and
lots of food. The smell of coconut and pineapple made its way to my nose. My
mouth watered as large trays of grilled fish, lobsters and pork were laid upon
the table.
During
this vacation I encountered the distinct Hawaiian culture, the beauty of
nature, and memories I shared with my family that will last forever.
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