A Long Long Sleep

This book is by Anna Sheehan, and is kind of a futuristic fairytale spin-off. The main character is Rosalinda Fitzroy and she has been asleep for about sixty years. She is awoken (accidentally) buy her handsome prince. Rosalinda was the daughter of the most powerful people in the world at the time, and sixty years later with her family absent her awakener's family obtains the "throne". So I guess he was sort of a prince... Anyway I thought this was a cool book. It was a neat way of modifying an old classic fairytale, and it was fun to read. I know this book wasn't on my tbr list, but Sofie recommended it to me so I read it. You guys should read it too!

TBR:
Raven cycle series
Blue lily, lily blue
Everybody Sees the Ants

More Poetry

Continuation.

The thick stifling air swirls around the room
           Our shoulders steadily hunch forward
     As the audience grows a look of gloom

   More friends and peers have moved onward
As we show them out our door
        Another stage they have conquered

They speak of dragons they have slayed
     Diving head first, unafraid
Basking in the moment I'm sure

       For they tell us a quick tale
Their last before they'll sail
   Carving their name with their decade blade

Ahead lies more dragons to slay
    More stories at bay
          They will prevail.

Hallway Game.

Where to go?
   To the left or the right
       it is the same
          One is inadequately bright
              The other neighboring night
                  To take the long way around
               is the game.

Limerick Poetry

Susie's Class Lockers/Cubbies

There once was a small wooden locker
Finding a friend there was a shocker
The metal hooks rest
Where the backpacks will nest
For small space, sharing was my offer

We Were Liars

This is a quick read by E. Lockhart, and it was okay in my opinion. This book is about a 17 year old girl named Cadence, and she always spends the summer on an island with her friends and family. After she experiences an accident, Cadence is left with amnesia and brain trauma. She doesn't remember all of those happy memories on the island, and all she has now are prescription drugs and books to pass the time. Anyone in our class can read it for sure, but personally I didn't really like it as much. I didn't hate it, but still. I don't really know what it is but for me something was missing in the story.

Free Verse Poetry

Wetlands.

A land once teeming with
adventure
and life
with towering trees
 and buzzing bees
the memory of sounds emerge.

The winding creek that roared with curiosity
now quietly trickles as it has been discovered

The gold stalks that scraped the sky
now wallow and bow at their roots

Due to the wave of change.

Occasional Poetry

WW2

Soldiers look
and peer
and spy around the towns
boots in their rhythm
marching around
watching and waiting for
the time.
The time to act
to move
to conquer

Now they don't spy
or peer around the comers,
their boots in rhythm
infest the peace
and take us with them.

Love
and fear and hatred
and hope
is all that is left
clutching to weak memories
the same song
a different melody

Ode

Ode to Old House

The creme walls hold the secret whispers
the leaf walls grasp onto the unforgotten memories
and the autumn walls share the bonds of years.
Crayon marks line
the white trim that follow the walls
around the pictures and toys used and neglected,
you have been through it all.

You gave us a home
more than a house
more than another place for a footprint
to be left.
A unique clone you were
with candles and somewhat off tuned
pianos.
With places to
hide
and places to
play

You were more than a living
square.