Friday, May 15, 2009
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Orange Crush
I feel the rush
Going through my veins
everyone screaming "Orange Crush"
We are decked out in 70's old school apprael
From the short shorts
To knee high socks
We are eagerly awaiting the tip off
Everyone throughout the game
Is yelling like a ADHD child
I love this feeling
I feel as if Im invincible
We are the loudest in the gym
There isn't one person who cant hear us
I am wishing we win
But even if we dont
I'll still be screaming "Orange Crush."
Going through my veins
everyone screaming "Orange Crush"
We are decked out in 70's old school apprael
From the short shorts
To knee high socks
We are eagerly awaiting the tip off
Everyone throughout the game
Is yelling like a ADHD child
I love this feeling
I feel as if Im invincible
We are the loudest in the gym
There isn't one person who cant hear us
I am wishing we win
But even if we dont
I'll still be screaming "Orange Crush."
Monday, April 27, 2009
Searching Shore
I'm gazing out from the shore
As if I'm searching for something
The sounds of the waves remind me of thunder
Crashing, Colliding, Crumpling the rocks
I crave to feel this all the time
This is why I come
To feel the rhythm of the waves
To be liberated
To be at peace.
Turcotte, Jennifer "Flathead Lake." 27 April 2009. Picture. http://fhspoetry2009.blogspot.com/ 14 April 2009.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star
Glittering shines of light
I imagine at night
Soaring over the world forever
Jewels of the heavens
Sparking small glimmering
I can only imagine.
I imagine at night
Soaring over the world forever
Jewels of the heavens
Sparking small glimmering
I can only imagine.
Gabcast! Travis #2
Christmas
The rush of excitement
flowing through my veins
as I fly out of bed to
see my mystery clothed packages
and the fluffy white powder out my window
The smell of swine and clouds
of mashed potatoes caresses my nostrils
And I can already taste the excitement.
flowing through my veins
as I fly out of bed to
see my mystery clothed packages
and the fluffy white powder out my window
The smell of swine and clouds
of mashed potatoes caresses my nostrils
And I can already taste the excitement.
Little Jack Horner
Little Jack Horner
Sat in a corner
Eating a Christmas pie.
He Stuck in his thumb
And pulled out a plum
And said, "What a good boy am I!"
Gabcast! Travis #1
Sat in a corner
Eating a Christmas pie.
He Stuck in his thumb
And pulled out a plum
And said, "What a good boy am I!"
Gabcast! Travis #1
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Found Poem
NEW SMART RELIEF
ATTACK THE WORST
THE SILENT BOTTLE MESSAGE
BEST TOOL FIXERS
HUMAN PLAY MORE
REBORN WORLD
SLEEP TURNING THE TIDE UP AND AWAY
ATTACK THE WORST
THE SILENT BOTTLE MESSAGE
BEST TOOL FIXERS
HUMAN PLAY MORE
REBORN WORLD
SLEEP TURNING THE TIDE UP AND AWAY
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