Josh G

When walking in the dark you notice things. You’re by yourself watching the things that change over night. Like in fall when the leaves that inhabited the trees fall on the streets, where the moon smiles and makes a path of light for you to walk upon. You don’t know exactly where you’re going, all you know is that you just want to belong. In a hope of desperation for you to relax with the cold ,you light a cigarette. The burning tobacco swells inside your lungs. You exhale with a sigh of relief.

In the sky light clouds are painted. Covering the stairs that tingle that nerve in your spine that says I’m home. In the beginning of time humans wanted only to survive but we were too incompetent to understand the small taste of love is the only heat from fire we need. Upon looking at the barren streets were only the leaves that are decaying wishing they had the ability to look at their life one last time and smile with sorrow. But thinking in the way I do, I see the small lines of imperfection in this painting. I see the plague that waits to be fed. Like an infant child crying for it’s mother to come and let it feed off of her body.

This sickness, this disease is our own mistake. A creature we spawned by the names that are etched into our tongues. A monster that should breath smoke and destroy countries. Or maybe there is already a creature like that, that exists. But the famine I speak of is your closest friend and your worst enemy. They know your secrets that you tried to burn . The things that make your heart pump blood with shards of ice. You walk with their footsteps . And sleep with their dreams. Just look in the mirror and you’ll understand what I mean. But the imperfection is what makes everything beautiful in a new lighting.

Cesar

The thing that tick me off is when I need to researching something twice like when I search about the Mexico killers and I finished to do my work and something failed in my work and I need to go again to the website or the same book to research that work I get mad horrible and I coming to say bad words and something like that, this is one thing that tick me off there are many things that tick me off.


The other thing that tick me off that I hate is when someone tried to change my way to think like my religion or my style or my form to be one day I was cleaning my yard and someone came to me it was a catholic guy he told me something about god I believe in god but he was like retarded because he doesn't stop to talk he said if I believe in god and in the diamond, I told him that I was so busy but he doesn't understand I was cleaning and he was talking I don't hear to him but I think that he doesn't care if I was hear or not but he was talking but he told me if I want to change my religion and if I want to go to his church to see how is the life of god and something like that but I got mad and I told him: I don't care about your religion and I don't care about you so I don't have time to go to your church so bye "ese". He doesn't want to Livet he stayed in front of my home to waiting something or someone but that day I got mad really bad.

There is a lot of things that tick me off, some people told me that I need to take care my life, I don't know why they told me that but I don't care because I didn't saw people who died for that things. This is why I don't like to hear people who want to change your way of think or to research something.

Grant

A curfew ticket of $40 and 4 hours community service, that's whack for being out past 11:00. So my question is why can't people live their life how the way they want to? Like if I was able to live my life the way I want to I would stay out as late as I wanted to but that's a problem because curfew is 11p.m. on the weekdays and 12a.m. on weekends that's too early even on a school night. Another reason why I say this Is because that is when all the parties start so when kids are out on the weekend it just gives the cops another reason to write a ticket. But I can't lie I'm living life to the fullest every day and I'm a thrill seeker so anything to the adrenaline pumping. So When I'm older I'm not going to be that old guy that regrets his whole life I'm going to be the old guy saying "what a life I lived."