Monday, November 24, 2008
Think Twice Before You Open Your Mouth!...
Yes I’ve gotten in other people business. Why because things that are said that I don’t agree with or just having an opinion to give. But that’s not always good to do thought because not everyone likes listen to people’s opinions and sometimes people just talk to talk and don’t have any idea of what their talking bout and sometimes they do and just want to switch everything. For example like one day some people were talking about people that have cancer and talking about them when their hair be falling and I was sitting besides them and I heard that and it made me so mad because my little sister had been going threw that process and I knew how she felt so I said excuse me but I don’t think you all should be talking about people with cancer because you all don’t know how it feels for all your hair to fall off and the pain you feel and they told me nether do you and I got a little upset and told them of COURSE I do my little sister going threw a process now and people like that already feel hurt and don’t any more pain on them cause by ignorant people that don’t have nothing else to but make fun of others. They looked surprised but I wasn’t going to leave and felt bad because I didn’t say anything sorry but when it comes to things like that I don’t stay shut! But theirs a time and place for everything. Theirs time when we have to stay shut because we don’t have no clue of what others be talking about and then if we say something it could get them mad and we would look like some fools1 So thats why I think we should think twice before we talk…..This is how I feel about getting in other peoples business!
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Thursday, November 6, 2008
%Money Doesnt Always Bring Happiness To Someone%
I think that part of the time that yes people action are driven by money. A few reasons why, are don’t have enough money to get a want or need also because someone own them it and haven’t pay them back due to their agreement, or even because they just want to make someone’s life’s miserable and have a bad heart. I personally think they money will not always bring happiness why because their so many things that money can’t buy .for example you loosing someone you love, or a young girl, boy, and even a adult getting sexually abused. I think that money could make the person happy for a moment but not for ever because that pain or memories’ you’ll never forget no matter how much money they give you. People with money or no better then people that don’t have money. why do I think that because its not money who describes what type a person you are its your heart that matters meaning that someone with money could say that they always happy but inside be crying because of the way they look at others who don’t have money but with the little bite that they do have they make the best out of it and peoples appearance could show something but the inside of them a other…Theirs a few ways the wealthy get their money some of them actually work hard for meaning went to school an then collage and then became a doctor,firefighter,nurse,judge,police officer ,singers, actors and etc others get it the easy way by doing things they shouldn't’t, others open up business and have people work for them and others just be lucky n win the lottery. I don’t think that its much of a responsibility because its your money but don’t be selfish and greedy if you see someone in need help them don’t always just think about yourself r remember ones you help someone God will bless you but the double amount.therefore i don't think money cant always bring happiness.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
I Am Not Just A School!!!....
Big me
Happy me
Just to see
Kids be pleased
Just know
I am here
To take care
Of your future
Just saying
Come to learn!
This is fun
There is a lot to learn
Come for fun
And recess time
There is more to life
Then just to learn
I may be just a school
But with feelings too
Just knowing I take care of you
Is more than just being true but to be close to you!
Can't Carry Anymore!....
Ugh Heavy, heavy
Big load,hard stuff
Very big people
Just know that I am a keeper
Long roads, long day
Sweat and pain everyday
Sat on by bigger pain
Try to get force but just not enough
Angry and stressed
Don’t know about any rest
Just long ways to go
And don’t know where to go
No pay
But much pain
Under peoples weight
This is just great!
Give thanks
Just don’t say hey
To people who make you not you
Cause of what you do
Soilders Pain = My Leaves
Dear, President
In order to know exactly what happened you had to be in my place. I’ll never forget that day. It seems that it was just yesturday. People started to yell to yell back and forward to eachother. I have never seen so much blood. Blood was all over where some ended up on my trunk and my roots. Bodies everywhere, terrible, my leaves falling as tears for this horror. Boom,boom went shots, sadly this meant someone got hurt but worse kild, this was very bad and sad. Shots came towards me but,I didn’t die. My leaves felt like they were falling more and more every time someone got shot. Not just that, knowing that they got shot and couldn’t see their families again. But also they got shot in their heads,legs,arms and many times in their heart. That was the worst for me, that just broke my my inner self.
I would wonder when this was going to stop. When are theses people going to get medical attention. Soilders related to other soldiers, you could see them with tears in their face. Just horrible. Crying soldiers everywhere, some were accidently kild by their own family members. You can hear soilders who have survived that day of war and battle talking to eachother remembering their family members. I especially remember also that soilders were despret trying to talk to the rest of their families, guess by what?, letters. They didn’t have phones and no electricity. Oh my goush, his really wasn’t happening to me,soilders wrote. Soilders would write under my branches. But they would only get the opportunity when the enemy soilders were having a battle or war of their own.
I remember the horrible smell that came from the dead soilders. Smell also came from the sweat from soilders who have survived and who had passed away. Bodies were lying around for weeks and many but many days. The odor got worst and worst. I started to shed my leaves. Looking at all of those soilders who have had died; but knowing that their was goling to be more soilders killed. Battles and war kept going on I really couldn’t take it any more. But I keeped thinking about our country,the country that I was born and planted in for many years. I was already 50 years old and I had some feelings towards soilders I didn’t even know/get to meet. I really miss those soilders who would write under my branches and that would really talk about their families in a great way; which helped me remember my parents and how they cut them down for building homes. I really remembered this like if it were yesturday.
Sincerely,
McPhenss Woods
In order to know exactly what happened you had to be in my place. I’ll never forget that day. It seems that it was just yesturday. People started to yell to yell back and forward to eachother. I have never seen so much blood. Blood was all over where some ended up on my trunk and my roots. Bodies everywhere, terrible, my leaves falling as tears for this horror. Boom,boom went shots, sadly this meant someone got hurt but worse kild, this was very bad and sad. Shots came towards me but,I didn’t die. My leaves felt like they were falling more and more every time someone got shot. Not just that, knowing that they got shot and couldn’t see their families again. But also they got shot in their heads,legs,arms and many times in their heart. That was the worst for me, that just broke my my inner self.
I would wonder when this was going to stop. When are theses people going to get medical attention. Soilders related to other soldiers, you could see them with tears in their face. Just horrible. Crying soldiers everywhere, some were accidently kild by their own family members. You can hear soilders who have survived that day of war and battle talking to eachother remembering their family members. I especially remember also that soilders were despret trying to talk to the rest of their families, guess by what?, letters. They didn’t have phones and no electricity. Oh my goush, his really wasn’t happening to me,soilders wrote. Soilders would write under my branches. But they would only get the opportunity when the enemy soilders were having a battle or war of their own.
I remember the horrible smell that came from the dead soilders. Smell also came from the sweat from soilders who have survived and who had passed away. Bodies were lying around for weeks and many but many days. The odor got worst and worst. I started to shed my leaves. Looking at all of those soilders who have had died; but knowing that their was goling to be more soilders killed. Battles and war kept going on I really couldn’t take it any more. But I keeped thinking about our country,the country that I was born and planted in for many years. I was already 50 years old and I had some feelings towards soilders I didn’t even know/get to meet. I really miss those soilders who would write under my branches and that would really talk about their families in a great way; which helped me remember my parents and how they cut them down for building homes. I really remembered this like if it were yesturday.
Sincerely,
McPhenss Woods
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Choosing Between Your Bestfriend And Your Family Could Sometimes Be A Hard Decision.
I never have been in a fight before and I don’t plan to be in a fight before either. But if it is with my family its another story. I have argued before though; actually a couple of times before.The argument that I remember the most is when my best friend and me got into an argument because my best friend was talking about my sister. My sister and my best friend didn’t really get along. They both had a big attitude; but my sister who's name is Brendaliz, tried working it out with my best friend who's name is Diana. Diana always told me something bad about my sister that she didn’t like. I telling Diana that if she was going to keep talking about my sister that we weren’t going to be friends any more; she was talking about my sister and I wasn’t going to let that happen any more. I also told Diana that Brendaliz is my blood and that family comes first more than anything. Plus my sister had cancer and was in the process of taking kimo while my best friend was talking about her. I kept getting closer to my sister once I knew she had cancer. The point is that I went to my best friend’s house and told her she wasn’t my friend anymore. Worst is that she started talking more about Brendaliz once we wern’t Friends anymore. This taught me that family will always come first and that it is harder to lose a sister than a friend. Especially that my sister had cancer and she was only fifteen when she passed away because of cancer. I miss my sister so much………..R.I.P Brendaliz.
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