Soliloque

He might as well just be a fair young maid
His voice is just too high and lady-like.
Tis Romeo the heir of Montague.
Oh Romeo To strike you dead I shall
If not for that old Capulet’s consent
Your blood would mar the house of Capulet.
You are but lucky that you will survive
Young Romeo be thankful you’re alive.

what if you were shipwrecked

The plane rumbles and shakes. I am getting nervous. I experienced a rock of a plane before but not this intense. The storm seems to be attacking our plane violently. then in a blink of the eye I feel the wind and hear the plane's engines in my ear. People are screaming and soon later we are all underwater. I unbuckle my seat belt and swim upwards frantically for air. Orange! I spot orange.. a boat. I never thought I'd ever see one in my life. always ignored them on the pamphlets of the front seats but now I'm desperate for them. I am fortunately next to the emergency door. I swim out and hold on to the orange boat's handles as hard as I can.

Reader's Response to A Paper Bag

A paper bag is a very interesting and profound poem. It is at first a nostalgic story of the childish and nostalgic memories of the poet making a Halloween costume out of a old sheet and a paper bag. Then there is a transition from the reality to symbolism of that costume. Now that the reader looks back at that memories she finds a deeper meaning which I think is that she wishes every once and a while she can put on a paper bag and become someone else
I have had that experience once before. It was from an old nickname I had which was poopy-head. My dad then sat me down and told me that it had a good meaning to it, which symbolized myself as a good fertilizer, so that I can be a benefit to the people ahead of me.

Paper Face

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Reflection

This opportunity was very fun and new to me. Reading a poem in front of my class, in a dark room with the "spotlight" right on me was very fun. Although my poem was a bit short I was proud of it, and my idea to choose to write about the chaos that babies bring. Listening to others' poems was really entertaining too. It gave me a interest in reading poetry after this experience; to explore the mind of other people around me.

All the Babies in The World Unite

All the Babies In the World Unites!
Waddle your pure peach butts over here,
And turn your cute little monkey faces to me!
Now.. listen to my creed.

First of all stop your
Crying your
Whining your
Fake-crying…. I Hate It
Stop bawling
Moaning and
Howling,
Boo-hooing and
Screaming
It hurts your big-brother’s ear
So please don’t let me hear…
Them ever…. Again

Secondly cease your chaotic nature this instant
Don’t ever:
Spill the juice
Sneeze on food
Mud the shoes
Eat the glue
Wipe your cake on my shirt
Or drool and shred my dear homework.

All the Babies In the World Unite!
And listen to my pitiful cry!