Preferences in Movies

My favorite movie is tangled by disney because it is so funny and romantic at the same time.


Movies i dont usually care for are ones were the main character dies in the end. i think it ruins the whole story and doesn;t give the watcher any hope for them. i think the best part of a movie is cheering on the main character.

I usually watch movies about 10-12 times a month. most of the time it is at home but when i can i like to go to the threater and watch it on the big screen.


When i watch a movie i need silence. i also need a warm blanket and yummy food like popcorn and sourpatch kids. i love also having rootbeer when i watch movies just because its my favorite.

This survery really says i dont need someone to watch a movie with i can watch it on my own in my own room its just more exciting to watch it with other people. i also think it says that i love snacking when watching movies which is not a good habit.

if my life was made into a movie i think it would be very dramatic and that it wouldnt get very good reviews. i think someones life has to be pretty interesting to make a good movie.

This is a solider

this is a solider,

young and brave,

ready for war and all its caous

curious and scared for the battlefield

strong and sturdy for the ones at home,

this is pride,

staring death in the face and taunting it,

daringly prepared for what lies ahead,

the softest bit of a smirk on his lips 

Loving him...

she cries desperately,
trying to make him see.
he doesnt.
she holds on tightly trying to pull through,
he lets go,

she begs, she pleads,
he ignores her,
everyday she trys hard for him
he hates it

everyday she trys to embrace him
he pushes her away

days in and out he breaks her heart,
still she tries

never letting go,
holding on tight
begging, pleading, praying,
for a way to say goodbye....

...but she loves him

Hurt

Hes' angry,
no one understands his thinking,
his mother can't understand his obsession,

the black slick metal, solid, and sure,
reminds him, free's him,

He wants to be alone with it,
his obsession,
he wants to be alone,
with himself.

This thing, dark and dangerous,
describes him,
through this he speaks, he screams,

around her though,
he keeps the safety button on,
never shooting his emotions,
never aiming his thoughts,

this is why he is angry,
this is why he is frustrated,
this is why he misfires,
and this is why he breaks her heart,

Window Poem

Rows and rows of houses,
sitting neatly side by side,
short percisely cut trees,
standing awkwardly,
in flat open yards,

a long road that runs,

into a another,

street of houses,

shes late,

walking her dog

up the hill today,

the sun plays,
at the horizon kissing it,
as it passes higher,

a tall tree,

stands proudly,

away from these houses,

and guards them,

long dark branchs
lay out across the sky,

sweet bushes tucked in tightly,

holding the houses together,

yards filled with toys,
showing the presence of children
rocking chairs on back decks,

desplaying the arrival of elders.

The field

She grew up on the side of the road where the wild flowers grow. her long dark hair flowed gracefully down her back and tickled the back of her legs. sun kissed her cheeks when she layed alone in the field. staring hopelessly at the never ending light blue sky. the wind wirled around her covering her with the sent of sweet grass. stains covered her baby pink dress, grounding her. this was the place she spent most of her time. trying to remember herself. to find herself. just as the sun touched the horizon giving it one last hug goodbye. she rolled over onto her stomach and closed her eyes. stretching out her arms she embrassed the ground and gave the field a hug goodnight. she rose from her spot in the field and it playfully licked her feet as she ran inside her humble farm house. she grew old here in the house by the field. she wrote here, endless romance novels and poems. she never loved here though, no man could ever replace her love for that field and open sky, no man could incase her imagination when all she ever wanted to do was fly. She would die here. under the deep never ending sky. with her glasses hanging loosly from a himp chain around her neck. her dark hair pinned up tight and falling into her face. her pink stained dress stained and tangled around her legs. with the field kissing her with ever breeze and holding her as she would leave. there she lay still and cold as the sun held her close and said goodnight. the field then took her. kept her and loved her into it. never letting her beautiful body disinigrate. they took her body and soul and named her mother. she loved the earth mor ethan the world could ever know and fell inlove that day....she walked in the field.





the field

She grew up
 on the side of the road
where the wild flowers grow.
 her long dark hair flowed
gracefully down her back
and tickled the back of her legs.

 sun kissed her cheeks
 when she layed alone in the field.
staring hopelessly
at the never ending light blue sky.
the wind wirled around her
covering her with the sent of sweet grass.
 stains covered her baby pink dress,
grounding her.

 this was the place
she spent most of her time.
trying to remember herself.
 to find herself.

just as the sun touched the horizon
giving it one last hug goodbye.
she rolled over onto her stomach
 and closed her eyes.

stretching out her arms
she embrassed the ground
and gave the field a hug goodnight.
she rose from her spot in the field
 and it playfully licked her feet
 as she ran inside her humble farm house.

 she grew old here in the house by the field.
 she wrote here, endless romance novels and poems.
 she never loved here though,
 no man could ever replace her love
for that field and open sky, no man
 could incase her imagination
when all she ever wanted to do was fly.

 She would die here.
under the deep never ending sky.
with her glasses hanging loosly
from a himp chain around her neck.
her dark hair pinned up tight
and falling into her face.
 her pink stained dress stained
and tangled around her legs.

with the field kissing her with ever breeze
 and holding her as she would leave.
 there she lay still and cold
as the sun held her close and said goodnight.

 the field then took her.
 kept her and loved her into it.
never letting her beautiful body disinigrate
. they took her body and soul
and named her mother.

she loved the earth
more than the world
could ever know and fell inlove
 that day with the field.

Purple rows

Purple is the color of royalty. perhaps that is why the king ordered all the flowers in the land to be purple. or maybe it was because of the admireration the purple color caused. did he want all the kingdoms to loath their own and yearn for ours?

the king thirsted for this, he longed to have the best kingdom in all the land. he ordered that all the flowers be ripped from the ground and purple carnashions be planted in their place. very few purple flowers exsisted in the kingdom until this day. now hundreds of flowers are kept in rows and rows lined perfectly paralell to the boarders of the kindom. the line for the boarding kingdoms are now drawn with purple flowers. rows and rows of them. yet with all the "royalty" it brings us the birds hate the flowers. bees ignore them and they die off every year. soon we shall be the kingdom with nothing but purple soil.

Idioms i Find amusing/ Idiom poem

A blessing in disguise
a dime a dozen
a slap on the wrist
a toss-up

________________________________

He was a blessing in disguise,
a dime a dozen,
he was always against the clock,
and would give an arm and a leg for his love.

i know i shouldn't beat a dead horse,
but his whole life was a toss-up,
he would bend over backwards,
but never bite his tounge,

with blood thicker than water,
he was a dead ringer to a god,
i know this seems like a cock and bull story,
but boy was he a doozy!

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e. e. cummings

I love you much (Parker)
More than the moon loves the sky,
the dog loves its bone,
and the cat loves warm milk.
if you love me
hold me like a butterfly, warm and close,
kiss me, soft and sweet, like summer,
and keep me never, leave,
dream,
of me,-
----as i, dream,
of you

My Eulogy

"She was young and spirited. She tried hard at everything she did, and was creative. She loved to sing, and act. People loved spending time with her, and she will be missed."

The coffin closes,

eyes shut never to be opened again,

6 feet down, she escapes,

6 feet up, people break,

the book is closed, people disperce,

one mother stands,

her daughter under her foot.

three creative poems

melissa

shy, loud, honest, hardworking,

i am a sibling of scott deal,

my bestfriend is a lover of books, animals, and spending time together,

i feel hungry, tired, and confussed,

my sibling needs a real job,

i give insight through art,

my parents fear household drainage, bad health and bad friends,

i would like to see you in bed,

my favorite place to be is in my bed staring at my ceiling,

mathis

Paige

tall, blonde, loud, energetic,

i am a sibling of mitch smith

my bestfriend is a lover of drama, swimming, and rap

i feel happy, sore, and skinny,

my sibling needs a job

i give good hugs, and presents,

my parents fear the apocolypse, obama and gun control

i would like to be out of school

my favorite place to be is the lake

smith

Parker

tall, strong, skinny, tan

i am a sibling of jordan mathis

my best friend is a lover of crossfit, airsoft, and dirtbikes

i feel happy, tired and bored

my sibling is crazy

i give good kisses hugs and presents

my parents fear obama, gun control and gas prices

i would like to be home in bed

my favorite place to be is on the loop (my dirtbike trail)

mathis

Responce to the play

I enjoy things that are different and out of the ordinary. i think the riot in that musical was unnessisary. i think many people are very narrow minded and need to open up to new ideas, thoughts and feelings. i think people can learn more from countercultural things. Different things than we are used to cause us to think more and process the information differently. i think that with new things comes new ideas. if we all stayed with stuff we already knew then nothing would ever be created.

Ask a teacher

What music or songs reminds you of your childhood?
Jody Bilyeu said " music from Disney's Bambi reminds me of my childhood, particularly "April showers"-the clarinet part at the beginning.
I said: "Country songs remind me of my childhood. i grew up with that style of music."

Whos is your favorite singer or group or song and why?
Jody Bilyeu said: : i don't have favorites very often, but i do like Lucinda Williams very much. I think she's a beautiful, authentic singer and that she writes and chooses great, very real songs."
I said: "my favorite song at the momment is "put your records on". it helps me to think and to just let go of my everyday life."

what music reminds you of someone you love? your child? your spouse? parents?
Jody Bilyeu said: " Adele reminds me of Ruby, my little girl. She wants to be Adele"
i said: " the song  " i love you 5" by never shout never really reminds me of my boyfriend parker. It makes me feel very happy."

Do you go to concerts? Which concerts are memorable to you? why?
Jody bilyeu said: "i do go to concerts. i remember best the concerts i enjoy with good friends."
i said: " no, i've never really gone to a concert before to watch a band play"

What radio stations do you normally listen to in your car? do you sing along?
Steve Steibhaus said: " i normally listen to ESPN and WYND, but yes i usually do sing along."
i said: " i listen to alot of radio stations such as ; 95.5 and 92.9. i also love to sing along to songs on the radio."

which music or artist was "controversal" or "offensive" to some when you were growing up? is any music offensive to you now?
Steve Steinhaus said: "heavy metal and grudge music was very offensive when i was growing up and it is still offensive to me now."
i said: " rap was very offensive when i was growing up but i never really disliked it."