Sarrow Drifter

It has slowly come into your life
WHAT HAS ?
It has slowly gained your trust
WHAT HAS ?
It has grown to love you and you the same
WHAT HAS ?
It has slowly gotten a hold of your heart with no intention of letting go
WHAT HAS ?
It has slowly been growing distant
WHAT HAS ?
It has slowly taken your heart with it and left you cold in darkness
So it is not what but indeed ,
WHO HAS ?

BY:Vivia G. Thompson

Live

Each cloud that grows , each
wind that blows
Each day that past and each
breath we take
Some cherish what they have
and some fake
As if to say I open my eyes
each and everyday
Hoping they'll be more days to
come and more words to
say

Cherish each and everyday
For it may be the last breath
you take, the last words to
say

By Vivia G. Thompson

Alive

In this world you can
Find that the most living thing
In life
Are those that seem still and
Breathless
As the bug slowly hits the
Water's top , you see the ripples
Gasp , gasp for air we cannot
See but at the time
Goes by so does life
And when every fiber of their
Being has reached ashore
There will be life no
More

By Vivia G. Thompson

F4L

Friends for life never ending
Always bounded , never leaving
And when we feel like life's
floating away
We get back up and live for
A brighter new coming day
And who is to say
We cant be forever more
We're never enimies and thats
quite sure
We're friends for life never ending
Always bounded and never leaving
Always staying and being there
Never disappear , to the end , yes
You know I'm here

By Vivia G. Thompson

The Parrot

He was nestled on a stalk
His beak colorfull like a Tucan
"Polly want a cracker" , you would think he'd say
But instead he turns around ,
He stares and he squinches his
Eyes and finally its getting quite creepy
His master had left him and he's
Been quite lonely
But mimickingly he still has his master's vioce
And its the only thing they've left him

"Polly want a cracker" , think again

By Vivia G. Thompson

LOVE

ALWAYS LOOK TO THE INSIDE
NEVER OVER UNDERESTIMATE THEIR TRUST
AND YOU VOW TO BE THERE IN SICKNESS AND IN HEALTH AND TILL DEATH
ALWAYS ENCOURAGE THEM TO BE WHO THEY WANT TO BE ND THEMSELVES

L
O
V
E

By Vivia G. Thompson

What U Not Do

The tenticles streatched out in gray
Towards the blue skies wondering each day
If any man should stop its path
There will be dues to pay
And if infact that there was a way
The man would do that today

By: Vivia G. Thompson

Beauti To The Unseen

The tenticles streatched out in gray
Its is its own creature with it sprawlled rays
Given the douth of mystery inside it
It is still a beautiful creature

By Vivia G. Thompson

ELEMENTS AND OF SURVIVING

IT DOESN'T REALLY MATTER ANYMORE
NO IT DOESN'T REALLY MATTER ANYMORE

THUNDER , LIGHTING , RAIN
CRASHING
DOWN
INTO
THE
GROUND

HIT THE PIANO KEYS WITH ALL YOUR MIGHT
SPRING TO THE SKIES
DIVE TO THE SEAS
FLY THRU THE AIR
WALK THRU FIRE
CLIMB OVER MOUNTAINS

AIR
LAND
WATER
FIRE AND ICE

A SINGLE DROP OF WATER IS WHAT A PLANT NEEDS TO SPRING TO LIFE
A SINGLE RAY OF SUNSHINE AND IT'LL KEEP ON GROWING
A SPRAY OF WINTER MIGHT WEATHER IT DOWN
A SPREAD OF SUNSHINE HINT OF WATER AND IT'LL COME BACK TO LIFE

PAIN IS IN EXISTENCE WHERE THERE IS LIFE
LIFE OVER DEATH IS JUST A STEP AWAY
THINKING OR REACTING COULD BE WHAT YOU NEED TO SURVIVE
YET IN TIMES WHEN WE NEED TO JUST REACT WE THINK
AND WHEN WE NEED TO THINK WE REACT
BUT WE CAN STILL MAKE IT THERE IS ONE THING EVEN IF ITS DEEP INSIDE
THAT WILL ALWAYS BE BY OUR SIDES
PRIMATE-TAL SURVIVAL INSTINCTS

IT DOESN'T REALLY MATTER ANYMORE
OH CONTRARE` YES IT DOES
BET YOU NEVER THOUGHT A
THAT HUH
DID YA

By:Vivia G.Thompson

FAMILY.

some families are fun,some are cruel,
and some families just make people drool,
BUT hey a family is a family no matter
what goes down 0KKK!

Question ?????

Do You Think Poems Should Have Ratings ?

And If So How Would You Rate Our Poems

( G , Pg 13 , R etc. )

Question ?????

DO YOU TO THINK ITS POSSIBLY
FOR A POEM TO BE TOO DEEP
THAT IT MIGHT SCARE THE READER ?

By; Vivia G. Thompson

Identity

Childhood Reflection Activity

Photographing the Community

IRENA




KATYA

Behind The Scences

A POEM IS NEVER A POEM
NEVER JUST WORDS
THERE'S ALWAYS SOMETHING BEHIND IT

By; Vivia G. Thompson

I'm Scared Of You

I'm Scared of the world
I lost trust in all creatures
I'm scared of you
I'm scared of the world

I loose control when you scream you give me reason to yell back
I lost my mind in thought when you give me rason to think about
I loose all the things that matter when you tell me I mean nohing
When you say I just am , when there's no purpose for being

When I'm enraged I dont lash out at in the way you would to me
And when there's no where left to hide and you confront me I look you in the eyes
No reason to hide noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
reason to fear I look you dead in the eyes and listen to what you say
I stand up for myself and also explain even though I know that you know DARN well that

I'm Scared Of You
I'm Scared of the world
I lost trust in all creatures
I'm scared of you
And You Made Me
Scared Of The World


By: Vivia G. Thompson

Question ?????

How Can You Take A picture of Time Itself ?

( Time as in numbers on a clock not time of day )

I am from.....

I am from nasty elevators
when i was little
and from a stand
of everything with god
where all you see are saints.

To pork chops and rice and beans.
From lots of pictures with memories.
To reggaeton,merengue,hip-hop,and
bachata musica.

Im from tight jeans to cute shirts
to curly or straight hair to hot sneakers.
I am from Puertorican and Dominican
parents and family members.

I am from a white box where i keep
school memories.
I am from walking past my back yard
filled with the owners van and his
childrens toys from huge trees and
bushes.

Now to a cozy warm private
house with brick walls
on the outside where on christmas
all you see is bright lights.

By Joellie S.

HOW?

how did we end up this way? what can i say.
can i say we grew apart, or can i say that i just had no heart.

how can we be together again? or do we have to be friends.
how? just how? is this going to work

HE'S TAKING A STAND

YOUR PRESSURE WEIGHING HIM DOWN
YOU WANT HIM TO BE EXACTLY LIKE
U

HE WILL ADMITT TO EVERYTHING
OR HE'LL JUST SAY HE'S JUST NOT THE SAME

HE DARES TO BE DIFFERENT
DARES TO MAKE SOMETHING FROM HIMSELF

DARES TO BE WHO HE WANTS TO BE
DARES TO TURN YOUR WORD AWAY

HE DARES TO CHOOSE HIS OWN PATH
HE DARES TO MAKE HIS OWN LIFE

HE WILL ADMITT TO EVERYTHING : HE ADMITTED TO HOW HE FEELS
OR HE'LL SAY HE'S JUST NOT THE SAME : HE JUST DID AND YOU HAVE TO

ACCEPT IT

Gurls Name Meanings :

Vivia
V=Vibrant
I=Insane
V=Vivacious
I=Inevitable
A=Articulate

Joellie
J=Jolly
O=Open
E=Exellent
L=Loyal
L=laughing
I=Intelligent
E=Extrodianry

Katya
K=Kind
A=Aqua
T=Tauro
Y=Young
A=Apple

Irena
I=Intelligent
R=Respectful
E=Excellent
N=Nice and Noble
A=Albania

Keyaira
K=Keen
E=Exciting
Y=Young
A=Athete
I=Innocent
R=Respectful
A=Active

Mrs. Katie DelaVaughn

Miskitu Aisisna (I speak Miskito)
Rollerblader
Spiritual

Karawala (1st Peace Corps town)
Artistic
Traveler
Intricate
Energetic

Documentarian
Educator
Loves Basketball
Alma
Vaughn’s (Brian) Wife
Altagracia (2nd Peace Corps town)
Unique
Gardener
Hablo Español
Novato (place of birth), Nicaragua (lived 3years) & NYC (where I live now!)

MY BEATIFUL HOME

MY HOME MY BEATIFUL HOME.
I COULD RUN AROUND WITH MY TWO BOY COUSINS
I RAN ALL AROUND THE YARD PLAYING TAG
NOW I CANT DO THAT HERE
HERE I COULD ONLY GO TO THE PARK AND ITS NOT LIKE IN MEXICO
MY TWO BOY COUSINS WHERE NATALIO AND ALEXANDER
NATALIO WAS 2 YEARS OLD LIKE ME
ALEXANDER WAS 3 YEARS OLD
NOW I MISS THEM ALOT
THEY WHERE THE BEST
NOW THAT I WENT FOR VACATIONS THEY'VE GROWN ALOT LIKE ME
NATALIO IS 12 YEARS OLD LIKE ME AND
ALEXANDER IS 13 YEARS OLD
WHEN I GOT THERE WE WHERE SHY BUT THEN WE STARTED TO TALK TO EACH OTHERTHE 2ND DAY ALL MY FAMILY CAME TO VISIT US TO ARE GRANDMOTHERS HOUSE
WE WHERE HAPPY TO SEE EACH OTHER
ON THE NEXT DAY ARE MOM AND ABUELA PLANED TO
COOK POZOLE FOR THE FAMILY AND EVERY BODY CAME OVER
MY COUSINS AUNTS AND UNCLES
WE PLAYED LAS CEMADAS THATS ALMOST LIKE BASEBALLS
BUT THEN IT STARTED TO RAIN THAT WAS ONE OF THE GREAT PARTS OF THE VACATION
IT WAS GREAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

By: Katya Urbano

Vivia Movie #1

WE

HUMANS HAVE BEEN HERE SINCE WE COULD AND ALL WE DO IS WHAT WE CAN PUSH TO DO

YET WHAT WE ARE IS WHAT WILL MAKE US CRUMBLY

LAST WORDS MIGHT AND WILL BE

" WE'RE BORN CRING FOR AIR YET WE POLLUTE IT , WE LIVE COMPLAINING FOR THINGS WE CANT HAVE , WE DIE DISAPPOINTED FOR WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN "

By: Vivia G. Thompson

Why?

Why?
Why does it rain?
Why do I feel so much pain?
Why do I have a brain?
Why can’t I speak the truth?
Why can’t I see through the roof?
Why do I always get blamed?
Why doesn’t anybody shelter me from the rain?
Why oh why
I don’t understand?
By: Keyaira

Birthday Girl

BRITHDAY GIRL

“happy birthday to you” mama
daddy and mommy would say
as I heard music play.
Lights off all around for my
Family to sing happy birthday
My feelings are unexplainable
From all the presents I see, daddy
And mommy are happy for me to
See there little one out having fun.
What do I see? I see my family just
Watching me, daddy helps me cut my
Cake oh! My goodness I do think I have bellyache.
Cake all over my face, what a disgrace.


BY: KEYAIRA

The Fragile Child

'SHE WAS SOMETHING FRAIL THERE AS SHE LAID ON CRUMBLED SHEETS
EVERY CURVE AND EVERY TWIST IS WHAT REMINDED HER
OF HOW SHE HAD HELD ONTO DEAR LIFE
STRIPPED OF THE HUMAN ELEMENT A FABRICATED TRUTH SEEPED FROM BENEATH HER
AND AS SHE LAY HER HEAD THERE BARELY BREATHING
SHE WONDERED IF THIS WAS HOW IT FELT TO LOOSE A LIFE
A LIFE THAT WASN'T MEANT TOP BE
SHE SAID " MOTHER " HER EYES GLOWING WITH TEARS AS THEY FLICKERED AGAINST THE LIGHT " MOTHER , WHO AM I " SHE'D ASKED " WHERE DO I BELONG "
HERR MOTHER JUST SIMPLY LOOKED DOWN AT THE CHILD NEAR TO TEARS
" DON'T ASK SUCH SILLY QUESTIONS " SHE SAID WITH LOVING EYES STROKING HER DAUGHTERS CHEEK AS SHE LET GO THE GIRL LOOKED UP AT HER AND SAID
" MOTHER , WHERE DO I BELONG " AND AGAIN THE LARGER WOMAN LOOKED AT THE SMALL CHILD " IF YOU DON'T FEEL IN PLACE IN TIME YOU WILL LEARN TO "
SHE STARED NOW A SINGLE TEAR FELL DOWN HER FACE AND SHE STOOD AND SAID
" MOTHER , NO MATTER WHERE I AM AND WHAT I DO I'LL ALWAYS BE WHO I AM BUT CAN YOU , YOU OF ALL PEOPLE HELP ME FEEL LIKE I BELONG " HER FACE NOW STRETCHED WITH TEARS HER MOTHER LOOKED UP AND SAID " CHILD LISTEN TO ME , I HAVE TRIED THE BEST I CAN IF YOU HAD BOTH OF US " SHE SAID " MAYBE YOU WOULD FEEL LIKE YOU BELONGED " SHE TURN AWAY AS IF TO HIDE HER SHAME
THE CHILD RAN TO HER ROOM CURLED INTO A BALL CLOSED HER EYES AND THE TEARS FELL , FELL LIKE THE RAIN THAT MORN THE EARTH , FELL LIKE THE RIVER DID OVER A FALL , FELL LIKE THEY DID THE TIME SHE'D SAT BY THE PIPE AND SAW A SINGLE DROP OF WATER , NO THEY HADNT FELL LIKE THUNDER JUST ONE STEP AT A TIME , NOW SHE REMEMBERED THAT SHE HAD A BOND WITH HIM AND SHE SO FRAIL-LY SAID ONE SINGLE WORD WITH A MIND NON STOP AT THINKING WITH THE BURN IN HER CHEST THOSE WORDS WERE :

"FATHER "

BY:Vivia G. Thompson