The Dreams That Murmur

Embrown: To make or become brown or dark.
Mystic: Of obscure or misterious character or significance.
Desolation: An act or instance of desolating.

The dreams murmur in your ear,

Telling you what you want to hear.

Are dreams a mystic creature,

Or just another feature?

Your heart starts to embrown,
Dragging your spirits down.

You feel desolation in your heart,

Making your soul turn tart.

The dreams murmur in your ear,

Turning joy into fear.

Dream Phantom

Enigmatic: Resembling a enigma; perplexing; mysterious.
Phantom: An appearance or illusion without material substance, as a dream image, mirage, or optical illusion.
Sneaky: Like or suggestive of a sneak; furtive; deceitful.

The phantom of your dream,

Makes your fears begin to gleam.

Enigmatic is the result,

And then you feel it's your fault.

Sneaky is the angish,

When it kills your only wish.

You relise it's night,

And you wish you wern't in the fight.

You don't want to sleep,

So you begin to weep.

You nightmare is alive,

And begins to thrive,

The phantom of you dream,

Is very mean.

The Night of the Full Moon

O come with me into this moonlight world.
The trees are large and soft tonight,
With blossoms loaded soft and white,
A cloud of whiteness furling and unfurled.
The houses give their sounds upon the air
In muted tones and secrecies,
Their lights like laughter through the trees.
The evening breathes its vows into our hair.
The evening puts its lips to throat and brow
And swears what it has sworn before
To others and will swear to more.
The evening has its arms around us now.
By Lloyd Frankenberg
I liked this poem because I found that when I read it, I remembered a very special night.

Moonlight

Mistical: mistic;occult.
Gloomy: dark or dim; deeply shadowed.
Moonlight: The light of the moon.

The moonlight fows,

Shifting the world 'til it glows.

The perly white light,

Cuts into the night,

Like a mistical sword,

Of the night lord.

The night was dark,

Gloomy in the park.

But moonlight sparks,

Lighting up the parks.

When I found this poem it brought me back to a morning in 2007. I woke up one morning and saw frosted trees, and simalar things. It was an inspiaring poem and I hope to create one like it one day.

November Morning

A tingling, misty marvel
Blew hither in the night,
And now the little peach-trees
Are clasped in frozen light.
Upon the apple-branches
An icy film is caught,
With trailing threads of gossamer
In pearly patterns wrought.
The autumn sun, in wonder,
Is gayly peering through
This silver-tissued network
Across the frosty blue.
The weather-vane is fire-tipped,
The honeysuckle shows
A dazzling icy splendor,
And crystal is the rose.
Around the eaves are fringes
Of icicles that seem
To mock the summer rainbows
With many-colored gleam.
Along the walk, the pebbles
Are each a precious stone;
The grass is tasseled hoarfrost,
The clover jewel-sown.
Such sparkle, sparkle, sparkle
Fills all the frosty air,
Oh, can it be that darkness
Is ever anywhere!
by Evaleen Stein
November 18 2009

When You Wake

Brusque: abrupt in manner; blunt; rough.
Adventure: an exciting or very unusal experience.
Extravagant: exceeding the bounds of reason, as actions, demands, opinions, or passions.

When you wake,

Everything seems fake.

Your head,

feels dead.

When you here a jingle,

Your fingers start to tingle.

The stars shine bright,

With an errie yellow light.

No bird calls,

As the snow falls.

Adventure is comes around,

Coming out of the frozen ground.

Exravagant is the night,

Giving a small fright.

Brusque is the cold,

Night is only for the bold.

When you wake,

Nothing seems fake.

The World Holds Its Breath

The world holds its breath,

When along comes death.

The birds no longer sing,

To the great king.

He raises his head and yells,

Why can I no llonger hear the bells.

The young child cries,

The world is full of lies,

The world holds its breath,

Waiting for death.

Night Friends

Scarce: Soldem met with.
Courage: The quality of mind and sprit that enables a person to face difficulty, danger, pain, ect.
Freedom: The state of being free or at librity rather than in confiment or under physical restrain.

When the snow falls,

No bird calls.

When you find,

Someone kind,

You find freedom,

To rule a kingdom.

The yellow light,

In the night,

Begins to glow,

In the pure white snow.

Courage comes,

To help you become,

A great hero,

In tempatures of zero.

Scarce it is to see,

A bummble bee,

In this cold season,

With no reason.

You slip under your sheet,

Ready to meet,

Your night friend,

Your friendship will never end.

Hardship: A condition that is difficult to endure.
Insanity: The condition of being insain.
Sorrow: Distress from loss.

When the wind begins to wisper,

The leaves become crisper.

Sorrow I do not feel,

As I enjoy a cold meal.

Insanity is foolish,

When you can make a wish.

Hardship comes and goes,

But life continuous to flow.

When November's Here

Fridgid: Cold.
Somber: Sad.
Crisp: Firm and fresh; not soft and wilted.
Still: Not moving.
Poppy: A red flower with a black center.

When November's here,
Fridgid wind is near.
The somber bird cries,
When the summer heat dies.
While the still earth waites,
The poppies meet their sad fate.
The misty air swirls around,
Throwing crisp leaves on the ground.
When November's here,
Do not fear.

The Unicorns Adveture Part 2

Werewolf: A human who can take the form of a wolf while still having the intelagence while it was a human.
Ogre: A hudious giat who feeds on human flesh.
Cyclops: A gait with a hudge eye in the center of its forehead.
"Stop them Snowshine!"yelled Figs.
Running around the bush, she saw gobblins hitting leprechauns around with their gaint clubs, rushing towards a ginormous shimering black pott full of glittering gold. Galopping forward, she heard a low growl, making her, and the goblins stop in their trackes. A wolf the size of a moose jumped out from behind the coldren, penatrating them with paralizing eyes. Their gaurd was a werewolf. With red eyes glowing with hatred, it leaped forward, knocking over 5 gobblins at once. Screeching, words she couldn't understand, they lumpered into forest, leaving a trale of blood behind. They were gone for several minutes, but they could still be heard outside. Ofter several more moments, swarmed over the bushes, followed by several ogres. The ogres slowly stalked towards the werewolf, bearing their yellow teeth. Snowshine was reminded of the unger, threatining to eat Figs, so many days ago. Hearing a yelp, she turned towards the werewolf, to see the ogres biting him, making him blead from deep, oozing wounds.
Without thinking, she leaped over the gobblins, ogres, infront of the terified werewolf. Lashing her horn at the ogres. Aperantly, ogres are stupider then ungers, because they lumber towards her. Whipping her horn towards the ogres, she cut deep wounds over their bodies. After sevral slashes, the ogres backed off, leaving the goblins to their doom.
3 years later, Snowshine was still with the leprechauns, garding the gold with the werewolf, and Figs became the king of the leprechauns, and no other creature dared come close to Snowshine, the Mistical. As for Snowshine's people, the news never reched them, so they believe that Snowshine died in a fight between the leprechauns.

The End

The Unicorns Adventure

Leprechaun: A dwarf or sprite who will tell the hiding spot of a pot of gold if you catch one.
Unger: A oger type creature with large tusks.
Goblin: A mischievious elf or sprite with a grudge agains people.
Once a unicorn with a coat as white as frost, a silver mane, and golden hooves was eating the sweet long grass in a meadow in a forest. She never dared go into the forest, because she heared that ungers preyed on anything they could catch. Her hhome was behind the brambles on the South side of the meadow, in a valley with soft moss to lie on. Getting ready to head back, she heard a little sound coming from the edge of the forest. Turnning around, she saw a leprechaun runnig into the meadow, followed by an unger. Leapping over the leprechaun, she pointed her long, shimering, golden horn at the unger. It froze. Ungers are stupid creatures, but not stupid enough to get in a fight with a unicorn. Barring its, yellow tusks, it growed, then turrned and fled into the forest. Now to find that leprechaun. Turrning around, she saw a clump of grass quivering. walking towards it, she saw a little shape shaking in the grass. Picking it up in her teeth, she walked home.
In the morning, she saw the little leprechaun staring at her with hudge eyes. Puzzled, she got up and washed in the warm spring, enjoying the feel of the water soaking her fur. whenshe got out, she saw the other unicorns, looking at her.
"What?" She asked.
"You caught a leprechaun!" yelled a child int the front row.
"So?"
"So, it will tell you were the leprechaun gold is!" yelled her father.
Walking over to the leprechaun, she asked it where the gold was.
"I would show you," he said,"but they wont want me back there. I was the first leprechaun to be caught. Ever."
"You were also the first leprechaun to surrvive an unger attack." She said hopfully.
"You saved me," he said," I just hid in the grass."
"You faught an unger!?" cried a little boy.
Befor she could answer, the leprechaun jumped on her back and told her to go to the meadow. Following his instrutions, she walked into the meadow, away from the other pestering unicorns.
"My name is Snowshine, what's yours?" Snowshine asked after she couldn't hear the sounds of the others.
"I don't have a name anymore." He said,"I lost it when you caught me."
"Well, make up a name then, I have to call you something."
"Figs," he mermered," I want to be called Figs."
So Snowshine and Figs continued into the forest, talking and laughing the whole way.
After 3 days of travling, Snowshine noticed a shadow moving through the forest, bulky, and unwelcoming.
"Figs, what kind of creature, is small, bulky, and sneaky?"
"Goblins," Figs answered after a moment of thought," their grouchy, but not harmful."
After an hour of walking, Snowshine asked, "Are we almost their? I'm getting tiered."
"Almost, just around this bush."
"BUSH! BUSH! BUSH!" came a chanting of voices, from behind.
Then, like rats, goblins came running from all diretions, carrying daggers and clubs, towards the leprechaun city.

The Hungry Unicorn

Dragon: A mythical monster generlly represented as a hudge, winged reptile with a creasted head and hudge teeth and claws.
Pixie: A farie or sprite.
Unicorn: A mythical creature representing a horse, with a single horn in the center of it's head: often symbolic of chasity or purity.
Once a unicorn was in The Forest of The Dragons, looking for something to eat. She couldn't find any magic flowers so she started to cry the way unicorns did. She lazered the sky with her horn so it started to rain. So just like the movies, she was crying in the rain. Then she lazred the sky again tho make it sunny when she stopped crying.
"Hey! You got me wet!" yelled a tiny voice in her ear.
The unicorn turnned around and saw a tiny pixie dripping wet. The unicorn was still hungry so she gobbled up the pixie before she coud say sorry.
"Yum," said the unicorn.
"Hey!" yelled a loud voice, "you ate my pet!"
"I'm no ones pet!" yelled a voice from inside the unicorn stomach.
It was an angry dragon! So angry infact that it ate the unicorn up.
"Yum," said the dragon.

The End

life is full of animals. They like swimming, flying, walking, and dying. Some are exotic like tigers and monkies, while others aren't. Like gold fish and chikens. They have a life that will be soon over. Some are social like dogs and cats, but some aren't like comodo dragons and fish. I like animals so you should to! LIKE THEM OR ELSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Finding a New Animal.

I was sent into the woods to find a tiger for the new zoo: The North American Zoo. I had been traking one down for down for two days, running into trees and bushes consently. When I was just about to give up, I found strange footprints in the ground by a large stream. I can only decribe them as miny T-Rex tracks. They were so interesting that I desided to follow them.
Three days later I found that the tracks lead to a lard birch tree.

More Stuff

Happyness is inmortant because without it we would be sad or mad. Then everyone will most likely hate you. Difference is important because without it you wont be able to tell people apart. Then it would get so darn confusing! Outgoing is inportant because without it once again we would be hudled up under our sheets and never see the world. Infact, if someone hadn't been outgoing, we wouldn't have sheets!

Stuff... and other stuff

I think Bubbleness is important in life. Without it we will all be boring and we wont even want to hang out with ourselves. We also all need a challenge in our life, because if we don't challange ourselves, we'll all be fat and stupid. So go ahead and challenge youself already! Freedom is important because without it, we wont be able to have bubblieness or be able to challenge ourseves. Freedom rules! But not as much as Bubblieess!

In G.M.S. I want many things. I want fun so we all don't fall asleep in class. With fun people could work harder. So if everyone got 100% on a test, they could work outside the whole day, and play some games for a reward. I also want energy in my classrooms. If we had energy, it would be way more fun during games. With energy you can study and learn new things. Without it you would fall asleep and class and wouldn't get the reward. Finally, I wish we could have Ompalompas in every locker, to get your books and whatever elseyou need for you. Plus, their just so darn adorable!