A love song because it is

Reading this poem changed my reason for liking basketball. How this changed? Well it changed at whether if people are actually watching the game. Most of the guys bet on whether who is going to win, not the loosing team. People these days Don't even pay attention to who's playing the actual game. No body cares about how good or bad the people are they just care if they win. Some people just go to the games to hang out with there friends. When I go to a basketball game, I actually watch the game and pay attention to who's playing. I have a favorite payer on my favorite team. This team is Miami Heat and the player is Dwyane Wade. He is a really good player but he can have his moments and not be that good of a player.

The lonley Apple

I'm an apple. I'm nice and red and ready to be eaten but nobody wants me. I hate being the last one in the basket. They all just go for my the other ones next to me. I'm the biggest one out of them all and they don't want me. It just really bothers me that I'm the last one here and nobody wants me. How would you feel if you were a bright, red, shiny, apple ready to eat and nobody wants you. If I was you, I would eat that apple in a heart beat because it looks so good. It just makes me want to roll off the edge of the table and see what happens then. I have a good idea on what's  going to happen. They are probably going to just through me in that bin looking things they call the trash can. Even though its not always a can. It's usually plastic. At least mine it. Somebody just pick me up and eat me or slice me up and serve me to your little kids. Just somebody eat me already.

2 weeks later…

I'm feeling a little rotten over here. Oh no, what is that noise? Yes, thank you somebody's going to eat me not. They are going to take me over to the sink and rinse me off and et me. Why is he opening that door? NOOOOOOOOO. He is throwing me away in that plastic bin they call "The trash can." They close the door. It's dark in here. Great, now I'm here to sit and die slowly. How would you feel if I threw you in this dark place? Of course I'm on top of all the other dead things in here. He opens the door back up and they take out the bag in the bin. They take out the bag and tie it up. OMG where are they taking me? And, they put me on the street. This other guy takes me and puts me in this bigger bin. They take me to this other big, huge, space full of other garbage. I'm left here to die. I see all my other siblings just like me and now they look asleep. I wonder whyyyy. He "fell asleep."

The lottery

Having a chance to staying a live with the luck of the draw is good. The story "The Lottery" is a well written story that has lots of themes in it but the most important theme that I think is Karma. When Tessie had to stay afterwords to finish washing the dishes, she ended up coming in late the the picking to ticket. They in which case gave herself karma. Tessie ended up dieing at the end by people throwing rocks at her until she died. When she found out the her husband was the one that won, she was not happy at all. I don't understand why that the person with the ticket with the dot in the middle is the person that dies at the end. I think that they should be the person who wins all the money or what ever the price is. Whether having freedom or just anything that does not involve being killed.They should not even have the lottery if somebody is going to die every time. They should have the lottery like we have it today, with the winner winning lots of money. Not the winner being killed. Winning the lottery should be a fun thing not a lottery that you tell your friends "Yah, my mom died at the lottery because she won." It should not end like this.

The last pickle in the Jar.

I hate when people always just leave me in the jar. They just grab a fork, get me out of the fridge, and stick the fork in the jar and always grab for my brothers. You want to know what I don’t get. I don’t like when they put you back in the fridge and the lights turn on when they open the door, and then when they close it they turn back off. So I am in this closed jar filled with my brothers and sisters, and it’s dark. I have to deal with being so close to my brothers and sisters. Some of the people that go and reach for me and/or my brothers and sisters, they just take a fork out and just stab us like no other and shove us in their mouths. Sometimes I just want to…..never mind I think you get the point. GRRRRR. It gets me angry a lot because they are just about to reach for me and they say “Nope, that little guy is too small for my hamburger.” Or they say something like, “mom, come here, look at this really small pickle.” It just gets me really angry. My name is bi pickle and I hate being the last one in the jar.

Big Yellow Taxi, Field Below

The poem Big Yellow Taxi was really depressing and sad like someone died or something. But when my class listened to the song, "Big Yellow Taxi" the songs mood was very much different from the poem's mood. The poem "Field Blow," was just all depressing. The song was really slow, the girl that was singing the song, she was singning maybe 6 or 7 words every 2 minutes. It was just all slow and depressing she also sounded depressing to when she sang the song. When the poem/song of Big Yellow Taxi, when you read the lyrics to it, you would probably think that you do not want to hear the song, but the song is much, much different. The difference will change you thought about it.

chocolate milk

Chocolate milk is good.
Chocolate milk is tasty.
Chocolate milk can be poured on wood.
When kids drink chocolate milk, they want to drink it very hasty.

Short story

There was a person who's name was John and he loved chocolate milk. He went to his best friend's house to hang out with him and stay over night. They were going to the brand new movie premier for "The Hunger Game." His best friend's name was Tony and his mom's name was Sandy. All 3 of them had read all the books in the series and they were dieing to see this movie. The movie premier was showing really early Friday. The time that the first showing was, was at 12 in the morning on Friday. They were eating dinner picturing themselves already in the theater watching the movie. Of course, John had to have chocolate milk for dinner because he love's it. A couple of minutes into dinner, John was choking on a piece of pizza and he went to go and drink some chocolate milk. Tonys mom went to go and help him stop choking. They had to take John to the hospital. John ended up dieing over a piece of pizza and none of them never got to see "The Hunger Games."

Mother to son

The poem "Mother to Son" by Langston Hughes is about is mother telling him what she has been through in life and also telling him not to give up. There is a lot of figurative language in this poem like when she said “Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.” I think that she meant by this is that when she was growing up in life, she was not one of those people that had lots of money in life and also she does not have lots of money now that she had a kid. The mood/tone of this poem was kind of strong saying being at he was trying to tell her son to never give up at life and to always keep moving forward.