Week 3


Like a fierce lionThe crow has flown away   Some people hate life
I show not a bit of pain     Swaying in the evening sunBut they are leaves in winter . . .
. . . Not until I'm tamed.    Of a leafless tree.            Nowhere to be found.
AJ W.Jorge SAJ W




















As I fall downward          Agile white rabbit . . .Music, love, peace, smoke, air . . .
Into dark oceans of lossSmall and furry, but hungry.     Dancing like a human beast . . .
I feel his warm hand.     The serpent is too.     Nineteen sisty-nine.
Keren T.     Michael S.Rodolfo A
 
I fight for sunlightRise early to go . . .      A love-broken heart
But the darkness fights back      To sleep late just to attend . . . Is nothing compared to
I will not back down.     School - day after day.An unplayed organ.
Jacoby W.               Nehemiah W.Whitney H
 
Bloodshed . . . sweat . . . tears . . . pain . . .   School is so boring . . .   This school is so boring,
This is my life, in and out.      Days in jail.  We are locked in.    Like a day at the doctor's . . .
But I also love.Animals.  Freedom?
Sebastian T.Eric Q
 

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Schweet Haiku from Period 4
          Class of '10
Week 4
 
Move on; don't shed tears;Amazing ocean . . .Silly little kids . . .
Have the courage to walk away.Beautiful and blue it is.      As the reach adolescence
Do what's best for you.     Saturday morning.Life becomes homework.
Sebastian TIvan MErnesto A
 
 
The words of manyAlways there for me Party all night long
Echoe through a voice of one . . .  Such a wonderful woman. I like to have lots of fun . . .
First black president.   She is my whole world.     But could that be me?
Reyna OLizeth CAlma G
 
A ghastly darknessSpring is approaching.Watching the sky change
That swallows the sunshine's glow      Tread carefully on the land      Rainbow colors I see go . . .
But curves the dark waters. . .    For she is pregnant.   shapes above me form.
Rodolfo AMichael SKeren F
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Hits since 9/10/09
Ten chrysanthemums
     Here - on top of my table . . .
      I wish I could smell.
Liseth C
Her eyes were beauty.
     They were like the early sun.
   I miss those great eyes.
     Cody T
Her lips . . . pure like love.
   Her cinnamon-sweet kisses . . .
Irresistable.
Emeka N