You Can't Have It All

But you can have the rain pouring from the sky, like the water from the Niagara Falls.
You can have the sound of your alarm clock, waking you up every morning, whispering into your ear: “hit the snooze button and everything will be okay.”
You can have the giggles that children make at every joke, and the sweet chime of birds in the morning, always putting you in a good mood. You can have love at first sight, and after a day, watch her slip away from your arms and into another country.
You can have the honeybee sit on the nectar in between the misted yellow petals of a flower.
You can have the angel and the devil residing on each shoulder making you pick heads or tails.
You can speak a language, but yet, no one gets you; like an English kid in Spain. You can have a honeybee sting send someone off to their funeral.
You can’t have a perfect world, but you can have the sweet and peaceful noise that nature has to offer.
You can have your 2 year-old cousin say: “the first word I learnt in school today, was moco”.
You can have a dream, a dream where you were the president of your own world- a world where no one would treat you like an outsider. You can have your father sit on your bed trying to get you to sleep, while he brings Peter Pan and Robin Hood to life.
You can’t have the Holy Grail, but you can have the refreshing drink of fresh lemonade after an intense work out. And when you can’t sleep on a stormy night, you can revive that old memory where you depict the sheep jumping over the fence a hundred times, and finally fall asleep.
You can’t have the sweet smell of world peace, but you can have your favorite songs cheering you up after a bad day. You can’t control the wind or blow onto the direction you desire, but you can have the azure skies revealing the sun’s smile.
You can’t have the beauty of a flower all for yourself, but you can have the leaves of a tree that will grant you your every wish for everything you can’t have.

Poetry Notebook

Music As We Know It
Selected by: Prashan Paravni

Synopsis: The poems in this notebook will be about music.

Description:  Music can change the way you feel everyday depending on what type of music you hear. The kind of genre you like shows your personality like Pop, or Death Metal, or Classical. Music is played to entertain the listener and maybe cheer him/her up or might let them down. Music will always be a part of society because of the emotions it introduces to its audience.

Violin- by Mark R Slaughter


Mammary Tunes- by Mark R Saughter


The Guitar- by Federico García Lorca


Storm-Music- by Henry Van Dyke


Go Greyhound- by Bob Hicok


Piano- by D. H. Lawrence


Feel The Music- by Tiffany Burton


What Is Music?- by Jessica Cole

The Black Figure-Benjamin Moore AC-26

She sat on her chair,
enviously staring
at the people outside;
still trying to unshackle
the chains keeping her,
in agoraphobia’s grip.

She looks down,
sees the black figure,
the only friend she’s had.
The one that,
was as dark as a night
with a hiding moon,
didn’t betray her,
didn’t lie to her,
but always,
looked out for her.

The one that followed her,
everywhere she went;
her only friend
since childhood.

The thirty year-old black figure,
the one who can tell time,
the one who can never let you down,
the one who has witnessed your every sin,
is called shadow.

Book Review: Ranger's Apprentice, The Ruins of Gorlan

Ranger’s Apprentice
The Ruins of Gorlan
by: John Flanagan

Genre: Fantasy

Where I got it: It was recommended by a friend of mine who has already read this book.

One sentence summary: Will is an orphan who grows up to be a ranger’s apprentice; while his master (Halt) teaches him the ways of a ranger, Will confronts with one of the most horrid creatures known in Gorlan- the Kalkara, who is trying to kill all of the superior positions in the Castle of Araluen.

First sentence: Morgarath, Lord of the Mountains of Rain and Night, former Baron of Gorlan in the Kingdom of Araluen, looked out over his bleak, rainswept domain and, for perhaps the thousandth time, cursed.

First chapter review: Will is nervous because the next day is Choosing Day, where the Craftsmen decide how you are going to spend the rest of your life. Will describes what all of his friends want to be: Horace to Battle School, Alyss to Diplomatic Service, George to Scribe School, and Jenny to cooking school. Will wanted to apply to Battle School, but as Horace pointed it out, Will is too short and wasn’t strong enough. You can clearly see that Horace and Will don’t get along; but later on in the book, Will saves life, which forms a much stronger bond between them.

Verdict: I thought that this was a great book because I like reading books about fantasy, mystery, and fiction. I liked the way the author described the every detail in every scene of the book, and how he describes the relationships with the other characters; how their personality changes with every interaction they make with other characters in the novel.

Cover comments: Shows a person (most likely Will) wearing a blue hood and he has a bow and about four arrows on his back. I also see a castle in the background. This makes me think that this person is going to an archer like Robin Hood, and as for the castle, it makes me think that the setting of the book would be around the medieval times.

Fear

The tide was coming in;
there was only a narrow strip,
of firm beach between the water,
and the white.

Ralph needed to think,
understanding the wearisomeness,
of this life.
He lost himself
in a maze of thoughts.

With a convulsion of the mind,
Ralph discovered the conscious,
of his grim mood,
and the fault at the fire.

The platform was of noise and excitement,
scrambling screams,
and laughter.

We began well,
we were happy.
But remembering the beastie,
the snake,
the fire,
the talk of fear,
we get frightened.

We’ve got to talk about this fear,
I’m frightened myself,
but we put up,
with being frightened.

Be frightened
if you want,
but this fear can’t hurt you,
more than a dream.