Haley

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Poems are understood differently, but we all cherish them lovingly, you can cherish them with your kin, but they must be written with a pen.

I must finish the poem I am writing, because the sky is lightening, you must have figured it out, I know it for I am not the poem, but the poet

I Miss You

I miss you every day Why couldn't you stay? I cry to you during the light Even more so during the night.

Why did you go up there When you knew we all cared? I miss you everyday Why couldn't you stay?

(In memory of Anna Elizabeth Garner)

Glass Figurine

People are like a glass figurine. We can be whatever shape we want, A dolphin,a bird, anything.

One wrong move, and we are gone. SHATTERED We will then just look like a pile of glass Now, we are worthless, no value.

But a person can love the figurine, and keep it safe. Cherished People are like a glass figurine.

Just A Dream

Witih the fog, I cannot see I cannot tell what is behind me. Over the river and past the stream Towards the birds that loudly cree.

It will not be done 'till I see light Below the sun he catches me. I fight with all my might, 'till I see, Into the night, it was all just a dream.

Fame and Paparazzi

I wish I had a different life, With fame and paparazzi. People following me everywhere, Wondering my next move

FAME!

But now and then I think. Do famous people have time to breathe? Now I think of me differently, Without the fame and paparazzi.

Love Has Mixed Emotions

Love has mixed emotions

Only one powers over all. Varieties of love, the good, Even the bad.

You can love like a brother Or a sister. Unified together

Only one love powers over all, To love like a family.

Hourglass

The hourglass' sand falls down Into the pit below Filling up to my knees, Falling on my head

How much longer will it last? The sand is almost gone. I cannot wait until I see The morning rising sun.

Finally, there's no more hourglass Or sand falling down. Then I see a golden gate And hear the angelic sound.

Thunder's Rolling In

I hear, hear something In the distance, That sends a chill up my spine.

I see the lightning in the distance Striking two by two.

The power is out all around the state, the county too.

Now we all know the thunder is rolling in.

My Personal Playground

I have my personal playground Each and every day. I have my good days and my bad.

No matter what i'll keep it, With me in my arms. For my personal playground Is the book of poems from my heart.

I Wonder

I wonder what it's like to be a star

Twinkling above.

To never starve or thirst

But to watch all below.

I wonder what it's like to be a house

cozy and warm.

To keep people safe from harm

On and on forever.

I wonder what it's like

To forever wonder.

Roller-Coaster Ride

Life is a roller-coaster ride Always moving. Through the ride, It goes up, it goes down.

(to be continued.....)

**I Remember****By: Haley**

I remember smelling the sweet popcorn coming out of the microwave.

I remember waiting to start the ‘girls night’ with my sister, Katie.

I remember doing my sister’s hair and makeup (pink glitter).

I remember dancing to 90’s band like Savage Garden and The Ataris.

I remember watching movies all night long.

I remember playing games like Trouble, Twister, and Hide-and-Seek.

I remember having fights, but getting over them a minute later.

I remember screaming with joy while running around.

Some things I may forget, but when it comes to ‘girls night’, there are many things I will remember.


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Ode to Chocolate

O, sweet chocolate, How I love to see you Fresh out of the package. You somehow slip into my mouth And melt on my tongue. When I melt you, I dip you in fruit, on marshmallows, and on more chocolate. I eat you every day. You make me happy when I am sad. You make me sad when I run out of you. But I always buy more!media type="custom" key="8545494" align="right" You are the gift on Valentines Day, In the form of chocolate hearts. You are the gift on Christmas, In the form of Hershey's Kisses. Chocolate. You are the one, The only. You are my chocolate.

My version of "Unfortunately, Fortunately"

UNFORTUNATELY, I stayed up 'till 11 last night. FORTUNATELY, I got to get out of school early. UNFORTUNATELY, I had to go to the hospital. FORTUNATELY, It was for my nephew to be born. UNFORTUNATELY, I had a lot of homework. FORTUNATELY, I could do it in the waiting room. UNFORTUNATELY, There were a lot of weird people in there. FORTUNATELY, I could go into were my sister was. UNFORTUNATELY, It was cold. FORTUNATELY, I had a jacket. UNFORTUNATELY, I got hungry. FORTUNATELY, There was a Subway right next door. UNFORTUNATELY, There was a long line. FORTUNATELY, the line moved quickly. UNFORTUNATELY, We had to go straight back to the hospital. FORTUNATELY, I felt better eating a little bit. UNFORTUNATELY, I couldn't eat in were my sister was. FORTUNATELY, I could eat somewhere else. UNFORTUNATELY, I had to go in the waiting room.(I did) FORTUNATELY, I could finish eating. UNFORTUNATELY, I was all alone. FORTUNATELY, The weird people weren't there. UNFORTUNATELY, They showed back up. FORTUNATELY, I finished my sandwich so I could leave. UNFORTUNATELY, I had to finish my homework. FORTUNATELY, I had to go home. UNFORTUNATELY, We had to go straight back. FORTUNATELY, It was because my sister was about to have the baby. UNFORTUNATELY, We had to wait even longer. FORTUNATELY, He came. UNFORTUNATELY, I cried. FORTUNATELY, I gained a nephew, and I became an aunt.

~True Story

Where I am From

I am from sidewalk chalk, From games of hopscotch and hide-and-seek. I am from the dogwood tree, Whose petals I tear down And make snow angels.

I am from pasta and chicken, From Ryleigh and Anna Elizabeth. From, ‘ Good job, Haley’ And ‘CHILL OUT!’ I’m from “ In view of God’s mercy to offer your body’s as living sacrifices’ And the rest that I can always repeat.

I’m from my sister’s wedding. From being the second bridesmaid in line. I am from Philip saying “I do” And Jess saying “ I do” Now having a brother-in-law.

I am from Nashville, TN, Where every once in a while, I would go and meet my cousin, Fighting the war of cancer.

I’m from myself and Libby. When we jump off the park swing set, Into the warm dense sand. And making sand castles, As we are throwing sand at each other.

I am from the pumpkin seedling, Whose leaves Mrs. Plunkett told me to take care of, So it can grow to bear pumpkins, That I can use for Halloween (To carve jack-o-lanterns)

I am from 4th of July, As my dad cooks mouth-watering food. Corn, BBQ, chicken, and ribs, Smothered in BBQ sauce. I always chow it down.

I’m from purple hair dye, From blue, pink, and green, Whenever my sister dyes it. (It sometimes looks tie-dyed)

I am from Atlanta, GA to Anniston, AL. From good old southern cooking, That is always deep fried, And smothered in chocolate.

I’m from visits to the hospital, From seeing my sister’s boyfriend, As still as a sleeping baby, While he tries to breathe on his own.

I’m from a lime green room, In which I fell in love with As I was looking for a new color, To replace the lonely sky, With clouds that looked like stretched out cotton.

I’m from the Japanese Maple, That my mother has always wanted, As she went to Home Depot, And picked one up without my dad knowing.

I am from Camp McDowell, From the three day field trip, In which we went to a little beach, To learn about survival skills.

I am from The Donoho School, From all five days I spend there, Learning all I can, Until my little brain pops out of my head.

I am from red lipstick, From using it as a crayon Instead of putting it on my lips

I am from a rusty penny, When in science class we wash it off, With catsup and salt, To make the penny bright like the sun.

I’m from the Earth, Where it is the home of all, And we need to take care of it, As if we created it.

I’m from January 26th, 2006, From that night at 1:00, As I heard my mother tell me That I would never see Anna Elizabeth again, But that she is in a better place.

I am from the Jacksonville Hospital, From were my sister had Alex, As I held him for the first time With tears streaming down my face, As I just became an aunt.

I am from twenty-five years ago, When I wish I could go back in time, To see my long lost grandfather (GrandShaw) That I will never meet.

I am from Nashville once again, To visit my cousin again. But she is different now; She is a cancer survivor.

I’m from lemonade “sales”, From me collecting money from my mom, As fast as I make it, I am drinking it, Gulp by gulp.

I’m from my poems, So many to choose from. Under my bed is a box, With the butterfly of Anna Elizabeth, With pictures, and memories galore.

I am from these moments- From which I live, Always remembered by love

~In memory of Anna Elizabeth Garner and GrandShaw

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You came out, but never breathed

You started the battle, and won.

Friend, you forgot to say goodbye.

Before I participated, I became blonde.

Skit under construction:

Haley- female popular student, Buddy- male club member, geeky Cory- male club member, geeky

OPENING After school at a chess club meeting. Buddy and Cory are sitting at a table discussing the upcoming championship.

SCENE 1: Buddy: Checkmate. Cory: Oh man. I didn't see that coming! I demand a rematch. Buddy: Yeah. I beat you every time. We can't have a rematch, we need to discuss the upcoming championship. Cory: I agree. The championship is only two weeks away. Did you know that one of our team members dropped out? Buddy: Yeah. It was one of our best too. If we don't find a replacement, we're going to be disqualified. Cory: It's going to be hard finding a replacement. I don't thing any other guy is as good as us. Buddy: We could hold chess tryouts to see if anyone meets our standards. Cory: Good idea!

SCENE 2: Buddy: 6 people have tried out, and none of them can even move one piece. This is crazy! Cory: Tell me about it. I think we should just give up. Buddy: Hey... Cory, look there's someone else. (Haley walks up to the boys finishing putting on her make-up and lip gloss) Haley: Hey, guys. I heard about the chess tryouts. I totally love chess. I'm here to try out for the team (says cheerfully, all smiles) Cory: (looks at Buddy with a sneer) Uhhhhh, what? "You" want to try out for the chess team? (Laughs!) Buddy: You're the most popular girl in school. You couldn't possibly know how to play chess. It takes "skills!" Special skills! Skills that involve actually using your brain. Haley: Excuse me! I'm offended by that derogatory statement. Yes, I'm a girl and proud of it. Plus, I've been playing chess since I was 3 years old. My dad taught me. Cory: Well, girls usually don't know how to play chess. They're too busy primping and finding the right shade of eye shadow. Buddy: (nods) True. Haley: Do you think just because I'm a girl that I'm not as smart as you? And yes, I do try to find the right shade of eye shadow, I look ugly if I don't. Buddy: Well, you said it. I didn't. (sarcastically) And you look the same no matter what. Cory: Yeah. Those "popular" girls seem a little "ditsy" to me. Haley: Well, for your information, I'm currently at the top of our sixth grade class to be Valedictorian. Here...check it out for yourself. (whips out her report card) Buddy: Wow. History-97, Grammar-100, Math-98, Reading-100, Science-101. This is a fake, "YOU" can't possibly know anything, popular girls are dumb. Haley: Ask me any question, any subject, any grade level. If I get it right, I can try out. Do we have a deal? Buddy/Cory: Deal. Cory: But you have to answer a question from each one of us. Okay. Buddy: Yeah, each one of us. Now do we have a deal? Haley: Do I look like a quitter? I am in.

Scene 3: Cory: She got everything, and she did beat both of us at chess. Can we let her in? Buddy: I guess. She was good. (Both turn towards Haley) Buddy: I guess we need to stop judging you because your a girl. Haley: Yeah... It did kind of hurt. Cory: Well you're in.... Let's play chess! (Continue playing chess)

The End!

The following is a modern-day version of a Cinderella story. It was written by Haley and Samantha.

Betty and Myrtle Cast: Samantha as Betty(Cinderellaish character) Haley as Myrtle ( Evil/stupid stepsisterish character) Zaahra as Person #1 Meghana as Person #2

Myrtle: Betty, why isn’t this computer working?

Betty: One minute, Myrtle, I’m dusting the Book Recommendations Sheet.

Myrtle: You know what, I’m coming over there.

(as she storms over, Myrtle shoves Person #1)

Myrtle: Move it bratface.

Person #1: (sarcastically)Sorry, I’ll watch out next time.

Betty: I’m almost done, Myr—(BEEP, BEEP)

Myrtle: O dot dot dot M dot dot dot G dot dot dot ex ex ex exclamation point.

Betty: It’s a text from Mafadukle Mayorinson, the future prom king.

(both girls run around the room and shove their phones in the audience’s faces)

Betty: I can’t believe that we got a text from M&M.

Myrtle: Why are you so excited? He’s MY future boyfriend.

Betty: Wait, Why are we standing around here like statues? Let’s read the text!!!

Myrtle: Too late, I’m already reading it! You’re so slow, Dumbo Gumbo.

Betty: Shut your face, Myrtle. He said,"Come to da prom

--M&M.”

Betty: Wait a minute… This sounds a lot like a story my dad used to read me, what was it called, Cinderella? Yeah that’s right, Cinderella. It’s a true classic.

Myrtle: Yeah, that dumb, old, writing. Except this is real life and I get the prince, not YOU.

Betty: You have no appreciation for classic literature.

Myrtle: What’s literature?

Betty: Reading.

Myrtle: What’s reading?

Betty: Just forget it.

Myrtle: Wait… Prom, M&M… Betty, get me a dress.

Betty: (with a hint of aggravation) Myrtle..

Myrtle: Betty, get me my makeup.

Betty: (with growing aggravation and crescendo) Myrtle..

Myrtle: Betty, get me my jewelry.

Betty: Myrtle! Calm down, and take a chill pill. What about my stuff?

Myrtle: What about you stuff?

(As she says it, she is fiddling with the bracelets on the table)

Betty: Well, I want to go to the prom, too.

Myrtle: You can’t go, you don’t have good clothes and you don't have my dance moves.

(Myrtle starts doing random moves)

Betty: You can't dance worth a flip.

Myrtle: Yes I can. Here watch again.

(Myrtle starts doing random moves)

Betty: I stand by what I said. Anyway, I can go if I want to, it's a free country.

Myrtle: What's a free country?

Betty: America.

Myrtle: What's America?

Betty: The land you're standing on.

Myrtle: What's land.

Betty: You know what, you are just absolutely HOPELESS!!!!

Myrtle: Just forget it, you can go if you get my stuff, okay?

(Myrtle stomps off and pushes Person #2 while going out the door)

Myrtle: Move it Loserhead!!!

Betty: I may get to go to the prom!

(Betty walks by fallen Person #2)

Betty: Excuse me. Excuse me.

(Betty starts poking Person #2, then runs out the door)

Person #2: (in a defeated voice) Owwwwwww!!

(both girls end up outside, they march back in arm in arm)

Myrtle: Well, the prom's over and, of course, I got the prince.

Betty: Yeah, sure whatever. He didn't even know your name.

Myrtle:(sighing) I guess you were right about the whole Cinderella thing. by the way, where is he?

Betty: He's still at graduation, because they won't give him his diploma until he stops insisting that his Kindergarten teacher told him that two plus two is six.

Myrtle: I thought it was three. Nevermind. The point is that we are perfect for each other and YOU got him.

Betty: Don't feel so down. I saw Ryan Recees looking at you the whole dance.

Myrtle: Well, he is M&M's brother. We would be perfect together.(in a melodic voice) O, Ryan. (Myrtle exits the room)

Betty: Good luck, Myrtle.

Myrtle: (from outside) What's luck?

Betty: You just might need some.

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