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media type="custom" key="6223665" Hello :) My name is Kayla Hembree, and this is my Creative Writing Wiki. It has 15 pieces of writing that I have created myself throughout my senior year of high school. So...enjoy!​ P.S. The song above is the senior class song.

**__ St. Louis __****__ Arch __**

The glistening lights from the sunset, as well as the surrounding lights from the office buildings bounce off the water I am currently on. The boat rocks back and forth, against the waves, as I stair. The arch is a magnificent piece of art with its flawless structure and perfect curve. The way I’m sitting on the water; the moon is directly in the middle of my view of the arch. The stars are beginning to peak through the slightly darkened sky, and the arch now has a faint glow. Sitting here I begin to feel the summer evening’s breeze on my arms; goose bumps begin to rise. The air smells fresh and I can taste the salt from the water. The feeling of relief washes over me, and I’m happy. The thunderous sound of an air plane begins to go by as the boat starts up. I look up and see a few flashing lights in the sky; green, red and blue. Going back to shore I watch the plane cross the sky. The lights match those that are on the arch. I smile in my realization and get off the boat with a bit of a stumble. The waves crash against the boat and make it rock back and forth. Walking on the side walk, I still catch the sights and sounds around me. The wind rushes through the trees, and the flowers sway back and forth as I walk by. My hair blows softly around my face and tickle my cheeks. The lights of the town are beginning to grow brighter. Each light is like a star of its own. They twinkle as I walk and grow closer to the arch. Seeing at this view simply takes my breath away. The size is unimaginable, and the feeling of being so small in a big world washes over me. I’m more relaxed then I could ever imagine. This point in my life it feels as though every worry; every problem and consequence for any action I ever did has just gone away. I stand still and look up. Looking at every nuck and cranny of the arch before me; taking it all in, for this is a memory to savor a lifetime. The sound of a bus brings me back to reality and I look around me. People are rushing by. Walking so fast, it feels as though I’m in New York, and the feeling of being in my own world no longer exists. Slowly, I walk back to reality with open arms for it is what I exist in. It’s my reality, exactly how I make it. Happy, yet not as peaceful as my St Louis Arch makes me feel.

__About This Piece.__ This is about the St. Louis Arch. We had to practive out imagery and pick a historical landmark pretending we were there. The goal was to write a page so that we could use as much detail as possible. What I did was I took a picture I liked of the St. Louis Arch and analyzed it. I imagined that I was in that setting and began to write. I took it and made it more into a story, but it shows more imagery that way. I really enjoyed this writing because I got to show off my creative side and imgaination.

Cinderella; The Final Act.

“Is he serious right now? He can’t be. There is absolutely no possible way he is being serious. GOD! Where are my tiny mice and the nice, pretty little pumpkin carriage to take me away?” He stomps into the room, full speed with anger in his eye, yet again. “What is it this time? Dish washer wasn’t turned on last night so he could be mad about that. Or it’s possible that he is out of tea and I have yet to make it. Ahh yes, it’s going to one of those days yet again.” All red in the face; my uncle begins to yell his awful yell directly in my face. “Does it not occur to him that the neighbor’s four houses down can hear?” Pointing his finger, saying words he claims goes in one ear and out the other, I sit and ponder. All this has to be a dream; or nightmare. There is no possible way the uncle that was destined to take care of me after my mothers passing could ever be so god awful mean to his niece. “GET THIS SHIT DONE!” is the last words I hear before he is stomping off into his room, and staying there until he finds something else to scream and yell at me about. Oh how easy would it be to just say I’m the new star for the new and improved Cinderella? The evil step-mother would be played by my uncle of course. My helpful little mice would be Mary, his fiancé, and my god mother…well that would be played by my friends since I don’t only have one important person in my life. And I could play the part well. Before my mother died, I had pretty much the charmed life. It wasn’t simple by any means, and to say it was easy; well I couldn’t even fool myself. But it was a life I wouldn’t have wanted to loose. And if I had to…I certainly wouldn’t have picked such a life to go into unprepared. It wasn’t that he was evil, just more or less very, very stricked. He would look at ever little thing possible and find something I did wrong. I’m not perfect and never would I have claimed to be. But this man took it to the extreme. Every chance he got he took something out on me. And in all cases, there wasn’t anything to be found wrong. I did what I was supposed to do. I cleaned what I was supposed to clean. And I even did things that in normal circumstances would be considered to be on his to-do list. But it was like he had it out for me. Even though I wasn’t treated the best, I didn’t let it get to me as much as I would have liked to. I kept my head up taking all the yelling as it came; trying to do better by him, even though it never seemed to work. And in the end I believe it did make me a better person…but not in the ways he would have liked to believe himself. // “ //// And yet through it all Cinderella remained ever gentle and kind, for with each dawn she found new hope that someday her dreams of happiness would come true.” // And that someday did come for me soon enough. Although he is my uncle and he did treat me awful, I do love him. He is pretty much that only family I have left apart from my sister. But given the chance again to move with him instead of staying here, in my school district and with my friends and family, I wouldn’t change my decision. I don’t think I would have been able to question his ability to love me anymore then I already had. And for someone who has just about lost everything, it’s a scary and horrid feeling. __About This Piece.__ This is a paper I did in english 12 for my journey scrapbook. Cinderella has always been my favorite fairy tail. This paper is pretty self explanitory on my connections with it. This was one of my favorite pieces I wrote in my english class and very easy to do. The quote i choose to use fits perfectly and ties the whole thing together. :]

One day, a boy named Lenny was walking down the street towards his school. On his way, he saw a little girl getting picked on by a bigger boy. Lenny walked over towards the two of them to see what the problem was. “Hey Tommy,” He said to the boy. “Who is this?” looking over at the little girl, Tommy grinned. “It’s a newbie. She just moved here. Pretty ugly huh?” Tommy laughed his hearty laugh and walked away. Lenny looked at the girl. “What’s your name?” he asked softly. “Ma…Ma…Maggie.” The little girl said through her sobs. Lenny extended his hand and smiled. “I’m Lenny. It’s very nice to meet you.” Maggie smiled slightly and picked up her books. “Do you go to the school up that hill?” She pointed to the school house. “Yes. I’m headed that way now. Would you like to walk together?” Lenny asked beginning to walk looking back at her. “Yes, thank you.” Lenny and Maggie walked into the school house together. Lenny walked her to the office to see the schools principle. "Mr. Smith, this is Maggie. She’s new here. “Well, hello Maggie.” Mr. Smith greeted her. “I’m Mr. Smith; the schools principle. Let’s see what we can do for you as far as classes go.” As they were talking, Lenny snuck out, and walked to class. Sitting down in his seat, Tommy walked over to him. “Did you make our new student feel welcome?” He said glaring at Lenny. Tommy wasn’t too happy that he didn’t give Maggie a hard time. “Yes, and maybe you could give her a kind word or two.” Lenny glared back at Tommy and turned his focus towards the door. Maggie came walking in looking at a piece of paper. “Is this Mrs. Sampson’s room?” She said shyly. Lenny smiled and walked up to Maggie. “Come sit next to me Maggie.” Maggie gave a sigh of relief as if she was glad to know of someone in her class already and walked toward a desk next to his. Tommy huffed and puffed walking back to his seat and class began. After class it was recess and Lenny walked out to the swings with Maggie. They talked about her old school and why she moved. “My dad got a new job offer here so we moved so we could be closer.” Maggie explained. Nodding his head, Lenny listened to every word she said. He really liked Maggie. “Being her friend will be easy.” He thought to himself and gave Maggie a smile. Right before recess was over, one of Lenny’s friends called him over to help get a basketball down from the hoop it was stuck on. “Can you hang on one minute, I’ll be right back.” He said to Maggie and quickly ran over to the hoop. Tommy had been around his friends watching Maggie and Lenny. He hated how Tommy was being so nice to the “Newbie” as he called her. “I’ll make her feel welcome alright.” He said in a low voice and walked over to her. “Hey newbie!” he yelled at her walking her direction. “Where’s you bodyguard at now?” Maggie looked at the ground and didn’t say a word. She could feel him walking toward her, and when he was in front of her she could feel his eyes on her. “He’s helping those kids get their basketball down.” She finally said. “I see.” Tommy said. “Well newbie, who’s going to save you now?” Maggie looked up at Tommy with tears in her eyes. She wasn’t sure what she would do. Lenny had just gotten the basketball down when he looked over and saw Tommy standing over Maggie. “This can’t be good.” He said to himself as he walked back over. As he got closer, he over heard some of the things Tommy was saying. He began to run back over to Maggie and got in front of her. “Tommy go pick on someone your own size for once and leave her alone. She didn’t do anything to you.” Just then the bell rang to go inside and Tommy turned around and stomped into the school building. Lenny looked back at Maggie and smiled. “He shouldn’t bother you anymore.” Maggie smiled and with Tommy’s arm around her shoulder, they walked back into the school building as if they had been best friends forever. __About This Piece.__ This was a story that I wrote in my creative writing class. It had to be based around a social justice issue, and it had to be wrote so that kids would be able to understand. I did mine on bullys and how you can stand up to them without going to their level. I am super proud of my work on this one. Writing kids books is a lot of fun, and i really like the outcome of my story.

**__ Around Then… __** Around 2001 I met my first best friend  for life. Around 1998 I had the first birthday that I ** can ** actually remember. Around 2006 I felt what true love feels like. Around 2008 I ** became ** a vampire fan. Around 2000 I had  the ** first ** of  many Friday night sleepovers. Around 2003 I ** learned ** not to take life  for ** granted **. Around 1992 I took  my first breath. Around 2004 I met my second best friend  for ** life **. Around 2007 I got my first  taste of heart break. Around 2009 I became a digital camera’s ** best ** friend. Around 2000 I wrote my ** first ** story. Around 2004 I realized that family is hard to come by. Around 2002 I became fond of  summer ** picnics ** with my mom. Around 2007 I dyed  my hair for ** the ** first time. Around 2010 I finally  realized ** what ** I want to become. __About This Piece.__ This is the very first poem I wrote in creative writing. I like this one because it really shows that person I am. It shows my values and goals in life. It shows what is important to me. This is one of my favorite projects we did in this class this year. It was simple, but a lot of fun and I learned a lot about myself while doing it as well.

__The High School Gossip Theory.__

Now there is gossip, and then there is gossip. Picture this; two old ladies sitting in rocking chairs on the front porch. A cold glass of iced tea in one hand and a puzzle book in the other. Every so often they look out at the people passing by. One looks over to the other and says something along the lines of… “Did you hear about the Smiths’ boy? He’s going away to college now. Got into some real fancy school up north I heard.” Harmless right? Well now lets replace those two old ladies with a couple of 17 to 18 year old girls. The statement may go a little more like this… “Did you hear about Adam? Yeah, he’s going away to college. I think he’s just trying to get away from those two girls he got pregnant over the summer. Oh and did you hear about the other? They don’t know if the baby is his or not.” Wow, way different. Lies, lies, lies. It seems the stories never get more creative, but rather just more detailed. To me it would seem that they try and get more attention on them. They are the ones with the good ‘stories’ so people will go to them for the dirt. Even if it isn’t true. But in reality they are placing attention on others when it isn’t needed nor wanted. So we will see, first hand at what they really do. I predict that that girls' will start gossip, at the expense of others, out of sheer boredom. They are so unimpressed with themselves that they feel the need to spice up things around them. After all, what’s high school without drama? The reactions of some of these girls amaze me. They can be totally miserable looking one minute, but then the next they get this look on there face. It’s almost as if a light bulb has gone off in there head, and they look over at their friend and share with them some type of information. It’s almost as if they are back in 5th grade. They put their hand on the side of their mouth to prevent anyone from reading their lips, and after the information has been received they laugh loudly and look over at the person of interest. 5 seconds later is happens again, like a cycle that never ends. It’s rather entertaining. What is so funny? If it’s not real, and everything they say is made up, then what is the humor? If they are that creative at coming up with lies, then I should recommend this class to them. Coming up with a fiction story shouldn’t be hard at all for them. And why is it that they try to hide the fact they are talking about you, but at the same time they want you to know it’s about you? If they can say it behind your back, I would think they could say it to your face, right? The whole time I was watching, I couldn’t help but notice the little things they did as they talked about me. At first they would be staring off into space. They had a glassy look over their eyes and seemed to be totally unimpressed with everything surrounding them. But all at once, they pepped up and looked at each other. One after another, they told their lies. Laughing and looking over at me. The funny thing is I have never even talked to them a day in my life. I couldn’t help but laugh to myself. And after they said what was on their mind, they went back to the miserable look they all had before. It was like a routine that they had perfected, and by the end of the day, everyone had been talking about the hottest ‘news’. There would be only one reason why everyone would know the gossip; they wanted the attention. After all you don’t tell someone something unless you are looking for a reaction. My inferences were correct, for what I witnessed. But who really knows why girls make up things. There can be a million different reasons. But in my case, it was the attention they craved. The drama they wanted to make right before our last days here at Edgewood. One last time to make their words heard. In conclusion, I have come up with a solution to my theory. Girls are cruel. They find someone they believe to be smaller then them and take advantage. They take anything they can and turn it against them assuming it will hurt them in the long run. A lot of the time, it does. But after getting this project, I couldn’t help but love the attention. I got to watch these girls basically give me an A. They believed that talking about me behind my back would somehow bring me down just like it does others, but little did they know, they were giving me exactly what I wanted. __About This Piece__. This is an observation paper that I did in my creative writing class. The project was given to me the same day some girls decided to talk about me behind my back and make up things about me. After I was given this paper to write, I soon became very excited on what my topic could be. I also wrote a thank you letter to the three girls that made the paper possible, but I thought putting it on here might drag it on just a little too long.

**__FIRE AT SUNSET__**

Some people take pictures of palm trees, or icy blue water, so clear you can see life coming through the picture. Almost like you can reach in and grab it. But this picture, this single picture of a boy and a girl at sunset…that’s the picture that was chosen. I was in a local store, right outside the Hawaiian island’s, not far from the beach where I had seen the couple standing. I snapped the shot and took my camera inside to be developed. I had about an hour to waste so I just looked around the store for some good souvenirs to take back home with me. Almost fifteen minutes passed when a local merchant approached me. Eager, he held up the picture I has taken at sunset. “This is extraordinary.” I blushed, not quite sure what he was getting at. “I want to use this for a postcard to put in my store. May I have your consent?” what was he talking about? A simple picture such as this…well, on the other hand, the lighting was impeccable. And the high contrast really set it off as though the couple were standing feet away from a blazing sun on fire. The texture and shadows were perfectly setting the mood and drama of the picture. I smiled knowing he was right. “You want to use this, for a postcard? Are you sure?” I took the picture from his hands and looked it over once more. For a simple disposable camera’s work, it was pretty amazing. “Sure, I suppose it would be alright. I just want a copy.” I handed it back to the man and walked out. The next morning I woke up anxiously, waiting to see my work turned into a local treasure. He was sitting at his desk behind the counter looking it over as I walked in. “Hello?” He turned around and looked at me. “It’s finished.” He said with a growing smile playing across his lips. He took one last look at it and then handed it to me. “This one is your copy to keep. The others are being printed out as we speak.” Nodding, I took the picture from his hands and couldn’t believe my eyes. My work from a small camera was now in my hands. In merchandise form, it was overwhelming. I glanced at him and asked for a pen. At first he wasn’t too sure as to why I had wanted one, but did as I asked. I took the pen and turned the card around. On the lines I wrote a simple phrase that I had came up with a few years back. A phrase that I live by. ‘You only get one life to live, but you have a lifetime to make it worth living.’ I smiled, said my goodbyes, and went on my way.

__About This Piece__. This is a paper that I wrote in english this year. I am more than proud of this because I had to make the whole story up. It shows me that my creativity is outstanding. Taking pictures was what i wanted to to do a living at the start of the year, hints the paper, but it changed as well as almost every other choice I have made this year.

Kayla’s Perfect Writing Recipe.

__ What you will need: __ -A Back Yard. (A front yard is a good substitute.) -Black pen or Pencil. -Paper. (Lined preferred.) -A fluffy pillow. -IPod. (MP3 or Radio/CD player will work as well.)

__ Directions: __ First you go into your backyard and set the fluffy pillow down. You can either put it down in the shade or in the sun which ever you prefer. Then you get you music set on the right songs. Classical works best. After you have your music set just right, you set down on the pillow and take out you pen/pencil and lined paper and begin to write what ever it is on your mind.

__About This Piece.__ In my english class, we had to make a scrapbook of our past, present, and future with reading and writing. We had other little activities that we could do; one being a writing recipe. Because writing is a big part of my life, i did this one expressing the perfect way to write...well if you ask me.

** TWILIGHT ** Most people will do anything to defend the one they love no matter the risk. Both Bella and Edward risk their lives for one another, whether it is fighting vampires to keep the one you love alive, or keeping a secret you shouldn’t know protected from the rest of the world. Both the novel and the movie portray a very important aspect among our society today. Bella Swan and Edward Cullen both are willing to take risks for each other in both the book //__Twilight__// by Stephanie Meyer, and the movie directed by Cathrine Hardwick. I believe the theme for both the book and the movie are the same; relationships are risky, but when you’re in love you’d do anything for that person. No matter the price. The director decided to keep the mood being passion and mystery because those are main elements in the story line. Based on the book, I came up with the theme that relationships are risky, but when you’re in love you’d do anything for that person. No matter the price, because in the book Bella is being hunted by James, a bad vampire who wants her blood. To get Bella to come running willingly to him, he pretends that he has her mom. Bella, being protective over both her mom and Edward and his family, goes to James without telling anyone about what has happened. Edward soon finds out and goes to save her not knowing what to expect, but he feels it is his job to protect her. He fights James off and saves Bella. Because of his love for her, he was willing to put his life on the line for her. The director left this element in the movie because this is a big mile stone in both Edward’s and Bella’s life and relationship. Neither one of them have ever felt for someone one as much as they do for each other. The director sought to stay true to the book and show how falling in love can occur between a girl and a vampire. I think that the reason the director kept the theme the same as it is in the book is because you can’t have a vampire movie without the mystery. She stayed true to the book in keeping the mystery of Edward Cullen and his family alive. Here is the sweet, young girl who just moved into town and she just so happens to come upon the biggest life changing myth she will ever face…or so she thinks. That’s mystery in its self. Then she falls in love with him, something that is clearly against all rules. There in lies the passion. Edward knows that its wrong, but he’s head over heels for this girl, and she feels the same way. Their life wouldn’t be complete without one another. The story is based upon those main ideas, without it the story just wouldn’t be the same Most people will do anything to defend the one they love no matter the risk. Bella and Edward were made for each other. The author and director both show them falling in love and taking the risk to save each other from harms way. And even though it seems as though the world is against them in every way possible, they still manage to be completely happy and loving with one another. No matter the coast, they are in it 110 percent.

__About This Piece.__ As you may have already guessed, i am a big Twilight fan. In english we had to read a book that was turned into a movie and i did Twilight. We also had to write a paper explaining the differences and such between the two. I personally like the book better :]

Homework Oh, homework! I hate you! You stink! I wish I could wash you away in the sink. If only a bomb would explode you to bits. Homework! Oh, homework! You're giving me fits. I'd rather take baths with a man-eating shark, or wrestle a lion alone in the dark, eat spinach and liver, pet ten porcupines, than tackle the homework my teacher assigns. Homework! Oh, homework! You're last on my list. I simply can't see why you even exist. If you just disappeared it would tickle me pink. Homework! Oh, homework! I hate you! You stink!
 * The Homework Oh Homework poem is a poem I use to read in middle school. I can remember being in Mrs. Gambrells’ class during reading time. I would always ask for her book of poems and that would always be the first one I would go to. I read it so much that by the end of the year I had it memorized. To anyone it would be simple to figure out why I like it so much. No one likes homework, and I wasn’t an exception. That year I think I complained more than anyone. All the take home papers and math, it just wasn’t what I wanted to be doing in my free time. So this poem spoke how I felt. Another reason for me liking this poem is the creativity and the humor. Who would really rather take baths with a man-eating shark? Not me, I would gladly take math work sheets. But it was interesting. And every time I read it, it entertained me that much more. That year, and that poem gave me the love for poetry. It’s what started my creativity as a writer, or more or less showed me my creativity. To me now, I don’t understand why I loved that one so much. It’s still entertaining, but there were probably better ones; ones that match my taste now. All I know is every time I’m asked what my favorite poem is, that’s always the first one that comes to my mind. And to this day I can still recite it as though I were sitting in Mrs. Gambrells’ room showing off to one of my friends. **

__About This Piece.__ In the middle school I had a poem that i was absolutly in love with, and in our scrapbook you had to tell of one that you enjoyed. Whenever I am told to do so, that poem is always the first to come to mind. Of course, I choose to write about it. That scrapbook project was so much fun.

HOT DOG STAND


 * As I walk down the street, I happen to find. **
 * A smiling man with a big bight sign. **
 * He holds it up for all to see. **
 * Not knowing the sign only catches me. **


 * It’s a hot dog stand I soon learn. **
 * Smelling the onions my stomach begins to turn. **
 * It grumbles and growls wanting to be fed. **
 * “Give me two with mustard.” I said. **


 * I find a bench and sit down. **
 * Looking at the first dog I begin to frown. **
 * It’s not what I had ordered at all. **
 * And the hot dog itself was two sizes too small. **


 * I take a bite anyway, consuming the bread. **
 * Shaking my head in disgust; being filled with dared. **
 * I set it down and pick up the other. **
 * Noticing it was a weird color. **


 * Completely dissatisfied I throw them away. **
 * Walking down the street with nothing to say. **
 * I see the man and simply grin. **
 * Knowing I’ll never eat there again. **

__About This Piece__. This is a poem that I wrote in my creative writing class. We got a picture of something random and basically had to write something about it. It had to be more like a story, but in poem form. I tried to put more humor into mine and i believed it worked.
 * It’s now a new day and all is well. **
 * But then I recognize a familiar smell. **
 * Seeing the guy with the big bright sign. **
 * I just keep walking right on by. **

** I’m not fat, I’m just fluffy. **
 * He was on a journey to see the man. **
 * To get bad food and slop money in his hand. **
 * He didn’t know that this food was bad. **
 * But by this point he was a fluffy lad. **


 * He eats them one, two, three, and four. **
 * Still dissatisfied, wanting more. **
 * He can care less about the way he looks. **
 * All that matters is the way they are cooked. **


 * He applies his mustard to the bun. **
 * To him this is some crazy fun. **
 * As time goes by he is no longer fluffy. **
 * They say that he is extremely chubby. **


 * He knows he does not have many fans. **
 * But now he controls the city with the grasp of his hands. **
 * He deals on the streets night and day. **
 * So if you want a hot dog you better pay. **


 * After months he rose to fame. **
 * Nobody could ever call him lame. **
 * But one day the cops wanted some pork. **
 * So the found this poor man and threatened him by fork. **

__About This Piece.__ This poem goes along with the one above. After writing the first one, our teacher had us get with the person who had the same picture and read our poems to eachother. After that, we had to make a new poem that put both our writing styles together and create something new. I really enjoy what Keeton Ritter and I came up with.
 * He was not scared since he had his fluff. **
 * He knew that the cops had it tough. **
 * So he gave them the dogs but made them swear. **
 * As long as he was dealing they would stay out of his hair. **

**__ Amazing Kayla __**


 * Her name is Kayla; the amazing Kayla. **
 * With the radio playing in her ears all day, she loves to sing “lala” **


 * Her hair flowing, long and brown. **
 * Showing her open personality is longing for fun. **


 * She has green eyes as bright as the sea. **
 * Seeing you melt by a catch of her glimpse. **


 * Her ocean colored skin shows her creativity. **
 * Longing for new and exciting roads to take the lead. **


 * The checkered shoes upon her feet give the impression she funky and fresh. **
 * When in reality she’s random and crazy; taking every day as it comes. **


 * The purple on her gloves give her a Michael Jackson feel. **
 * The tights say I’m ready for anything. **


 * You may think that she is self-indulged. **
 * But with her bright orange headphones she screams freedom. **

__About This Piece.__ That poem is basically about me. We made an M&M and wrote about it. I dont have the picture, but the discription is exactly what it looks like. I really enjoyed writing this and expressing myself once again, letting people see the real me.
 * Amazing Kayla she certainly is. **
 * Making people smile, one grin at a time. **

WHOOSH!

** Whoosh! The summer wind blows through my hair, **
 * As I walk down the street. **
 * Watching people as they stare, **
 * Waiting for them to bow at my feet. **


 * Oink! I heard as I was walking. **
 * I look around to see where it came from. **
 * Then I see a pink figure stalking, **
 * What? It was a random pig eating a crumb. **


 * Fizz! All of the sudden I heard, **
 * The pig was eating something else, **
 * He had a soda can and a cheese curd. **
 * And not only that, but he really smelled. **


 * Bing! The opening of a door caught me off guard. **
 * And though the pig continued to smell, **
 * The door really hit me hard. **
 * And even though I tried to fight it, I inevitably fell. **


 * Bam! My body said as I fell to the floor. **
 * Now I’ll have a bruise shaped as a door knob. **
 * After all it’s that pigs’ fault I got hit by the door. **
 * Curs you pig! Why do you have to be a slob! **


 * Hum! Goes the preacher all dressed in black. **
 * The pig annoyed me, so I bashed in his head. **
 * The poor little pigs’ life he will never get back. **

__About This Piece.__ This was a poem that we let go around the room and everyone came up with a different part of the story. It was a really fun activity that I would gladly do again. Even though the ending is not one I would have picked out, I still really like it.
 * Oh no, the poor little pig is dead. **

** How Does Purple Taste? **


 * Purple tastes like childhood. **
 * Chasing down the ice cream man, **
 * Deciding between a sponge bob popsicle and a fudge bar. **
 * As the hot sun melts it away. **


 * Purple tastes like a summer rain. **
 * Running down the street with bare feet. **
 * Dancing proudly. **
 * Until the rainbow appears. **


 * Purple tastes like a midnight swim. **
 * Water so cold to the touch. **
 * The moon light shining down off the water. **
 * Reflecting back a starry night sky. **


 * Purple tastes like sleepovers. **
 * Pillow fights and long talks. **
 * Sharing deepest secrets with close friends. **
 * And making memories to last a life time. **

__About This Piece.__ This was another one of the first peoms that I wrote in that class. It takes me back to my chilshood, and I think that is why I love it so much. When I read it I remember my past and I love doing that.
 * Purple tastes like a giggle attack. **
 * Not being able to breath over something stupid. **
 * Laughing so hard until your sides hurt. **
 * And being recorded for future laughs. **

 ME To describe me best would be like trying to explain what water tastes like. Simple words and phrases just don’t cut it. I tend to make things more complex then need be. And I’m far from perfect.

Even though most people wouldn’t agree, I don’t consider myself to be amazing. I argue with anyone who claims I’m wrong, And almost always win.

I take nothing for granted because that’s what I’ve learned. Life is way too short to dread over “what if’s” and “how comes.” It’s not simple in this world. The sooner I learned that, the better off I was.

If you were to ask me who I was, A simple answer I would not be able to give. I’m more complex then that, remember? I’m me.

__About This Piece.__ At the end of our project in creative writing, we had to make up another poem about us. I made a pome that explained me a little and thought it would be a awesome way to end this wiki :]

CONTACT ME! kdh.2010@yahoo.com