Ally-Ann

It broadens one's views, opens their eyes, Transcends all knowledge, and feels alive. It courses through veins, the veins of joy; It is used for good, as well as a ploy. It shapes our lives and molds our hearts, And through this medium, power's not far. So accept and be happy, let it come in For one's greatest power is to imagine.

I sit here all alone, The silence never ends. Not a thing to hear; It is dead silence. I stay inside my room. My parents told me to. It's really quiet here. I hope I hear something soon. A little while back, Something terrible happened: "Stay inside this room," Is what my parents said. I've never opened the door, I've never heard a sound. I am tired of the silence. I wish I could be found. That's it. I've had it. I want to hear something. I stand up and walk to the door, And then I start to sing. I turn the nob to the door, And push it wide open. What I find shocks me; I wish it would just end. People are dying and scr

Underneath the water I plunge, Feeling the water hit my face, Swimming towards my favorite spot As if I were in a race. I swim beside a whale and wave And flash a great big grin. The whale looks over at me and smiles Gently waving his fin. I move away from the whale And swim near a school of fish; I do my best to swim like them But it's not easy to accomplish. So I swim away from the school And watch a pod of dolphins; They play and race and jump the waves, Chasing each others' fins. I swim through the water a little further, Wondering what I can find. I spot a beluga moving with the current And her baby tagging behind. I

I'm flying through the galaxy, I'm riding on a star Past Mars and Jupiter; I have traveled afar. This feeling of freedom, This feeling of flight, The stars I fly past And their spectacular light. I rocket around Saturn And dance on the rings, I whip past Uranus; A beautiful sight to see. I breeze by Neptune And fly in the wind, I slow down near Pluto, No longer a whirlwind. I fly a bit more Into a nebula, I zip by Betelgeuse And circle around Spica. It's so beautiful here; I never want it to end. But I blink once And I find myself in bed. So my adventure has ended, For now I must cope With everyday life, But I wil

When I lived in Togo Togo Togo, I met a hobo hobo hobo. He said his name was Billy Billy Billy; I said his name was silly silly silly. Then he kicked me kicked me kicked me In my knee knee knee, Then he ran ran ran Away from me me me, That hobo hobo hobo From Togo Togo Togo.

She giggles, peeking around a tree; People can't see her; she's a fairy. She skips on flowers without being seen And flies through the woods along with the breeze. Her rosy face is aglow with mirth; She smells of sweet poppies and the scent of earth. She dances with blossoms that fall from the trees And plays games of tag with the bumblebees. She zips through the air, not a care in the world, The flag of joy in her heart is unfurled. During the night she skips on a pond And dances with fireflies until the break of dawn. She rests under a toadstool, her blanket a leaf; "A fairy's life is hard," She yawns, then falls asleep.

Role Key: Matthew (Mercutio) Julie (Juliet) Rick (Romeo) Ben (Benvolio) Modern Drama with Rick and Julie Narrator: This short story takes place in New York, in a city, and it just so happens to be based off of a certain play every single person on planet Earth has heard of (It rhymes with Womeo and Huliet.). But the whole story is too long, so we’ll skip the first act. Act II, Scene I Narrator: So, Rick’s getting sick of his girlfriend, Rosy, and new feelings for another (Julie, holla, holla!) are developing faster than a fast food drive-thru window. Rick is a player. He said he loved Rosy and would even die for her, but

It happened at noon. I lost my pencil, The pencil I use to draw. My favorite pencil, My purple pencil; It's the cutest pencil you ever saw. I looked in the drawer And on the table-- It was no where to be found-- I checked the counter And the couch; The stupid thing wasn't around. I gave up looking, It was no use; It was absolutely gone. I sat and mourned The loss of my pencil, For we had the strongest of bonds. But then I looked Down for a bit... This wasn't what I planned. There it was, Right there and then, My favorite pencil in my hand.

Down beyond a sparkling lake, Past the weeping willow trees, The melancholy voice of magic Is heard and carried in the breeze. And that voice is carried through The mystical forest for all to hear; Fairies and fawns, as well as squirrels Know that there is nothing to fear. With this faith tucked in their hearts, They dance to the sound of magical bells; The night sky is lit with dancing stars And the fairies' dust of  light pastels. The lilies awake, the tulips stretch, As crickets start to chirp their songs. The voice of magic has woken them all; This wondrous beauty won't last long. So, while they can, they dance and sing With beautiful  c

I wake up from the land of dreams While the songbird quietly chirps and sings; The dawn is majestic on the horizon With the blood-red star that is our sun. The ground is damp with morning dew For many lives to start anew, For friendships to form strong bonds Starts with the beautiful break of dawn.