Replica

This week I read Replica by Jenna Black. This book was about a girl, who is 16, named Nadia Lake who had a prearranged marriage with the son of the wealthiest family in basically the whole entire country that she lived in. Even though she is under the spotlight of the public constantly, she doesn't really have a problem with that. Now her only problem is staying out of trouble for her to be old enough that they can go through with the marriage-until, or course, Nathaniel, her fiancé, gets killed. Then her and Nate, or at least the "replica" of him, his carbon copy made after he got killed, have to figure out exactly who killed him. This was a really good book, and kinda a mix of a realistic fiction book, science fiction, and mystery. I liked all the characters reasonably well too. I would recommend this book to anyone.

Logan Map Poems

Wrote by the window in what used to by Ryan's/Now Dan's Class:
It's a Haiku thingy that doesn't actually fit the rules of a haiku.

The rain drums against
Cold Glass windowpanes
Eyes Watch
Brown Hazel Blue.

This one was written outside of the gym, on the sidewalk:

Running
Tripping
Falling
Screaming
Burning on your cheek
You get up

3 years later
Skipping
Chattering
Nervous Energy
People Holding the Door for you
Shoes Scraping Cement

7 years later
Walking
Taller
Feet Skimming the ground
Smiles
Phones
Names Called
The world outside

8 years later
Running
Tripping
Falling
Screaming
Burning on your cheek
Pain
Laughter
A hand
Friends help you back up

Limericks

There once was a cat named Matt
He fell off the roof with a splat
Someone got it on tape
And now up to today
It 's gone viral on the internet

Logan the School allows me
To do whatever I please
But one sad day
My fingers exploded away
And Logan was gone along with me

I wrote this poem last year:


There once was a guy named Will
He liked Guacamole not dill
He won The Voice
America's Choice
And I'll be Talking about it Still.

Free Verse Poem

Five Little Faces
Crowd around the window
Lighting up their brilliant smiles just to see their breath reflected on the frosty glass.

Inside it's warm
Outside it's cold
The dormant ground blanketed by hills of silent snow
Whispering it to sleep

Five little faces
Crowd around the window
Little cold hands wrapped around steaming mugs of hot chocolate

Five little faces
Crowd around the door
Waiting to be let out into the cold.

Kim

This week I read Kim by Rudyard Kipling. This book was just a random book that I picked off of my family's bookshelf, and turned out actually to be very entertaining at the least. This book was about an orphan in late 19th-Century India named Kim. He made a living, or at least survived, by begging and running little errands on the main street of his town in India. The descriptions in the book were especially vivid, and that is one of the reasons that I enjoyed it so much. I loved the descriptions in this book and would totally recommend it to most people in our class.

Occasional Poem

Two ships
White and black
Pull up side by side
One fighting for war
And one fighting for peace

The flags wave
The whistles blow
Masking the fact that it's
Just war
After all
More people dying
More lives lost
Just this time in an iron tomb
Instead of being laid to rest on the ocean floor

And then the cannons start
The blasting of metal hitting metal
The screams and tears
The flags stop waving
The whistles stop blowing
And the crowds stop cheering
To witness
What has been laid there before them

Have we made a mistake?
Have we doomed ourselves and our children and grandchildren by doing this?
It seemed so simple
Just an advancement
Advancement comes with a cost
Just one more human life
One out of billions

One ship pulls away
Victorious
But are they really?
One more human falls.

Ode to Crestmoor

This is my Ode to Crestmoor
And all the Little Things
That make it
Special.

The creak of the metal gate on the way in
It sounds a lot scarier then it looks
And the red dirt coating the patio.
Fresh dew cold on the grass when it's early
The shock of a cold pool first thing in the morning.
Sizzle of Pancake Breakfast
red white and blue frosting licked off noses and cupcakes on the forth of July
Suffering bruises from the insane greased watermelon contest
The heat of competition
The cold of long nights spent out under the pavilion in the rain.

But Most of all my friends
They are there when I walk in in the morning through the gate
Their flip-flops imprinted in the dirt outside
We run our feet through the cold wet dew while sitting on a towel
and push each other into the pool first thing in the morning.
We smile and laugh and help each other to five servings of pancakes
We smear frosting on our noses at the fourth of July
And never have to worry about who's your friend
And who's not
You can notice it in a smile
In the way they cheer for you at the end of the pool while your swimming your races
And even the patriotic frosting
Smeared across your nose

Crestmoor makes me notice the little things and that
Is what makes
It Special.