Slaughter

The crick of my neck

The snap of my spine

My blood

Looking like red wine .

You slammed the door

When I tried to run

You pushed me to the floor

Saying you wanted more

You wanted to me , my reflection in the mirr'or

I tried to talk soft the first time

When you forced me into the corner

I died alil more inside

Behind this armor

The armor that wouldnt protect me

When you came dashing forward

Lounging at me

With your might

And me in a daze of fright

STOP !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I screamed and to your delight

Thats what you wanted to hear

But , I wouldnt let you have it anymore

I was tired and fed up with the shit you carried on

Fed up with being beaten and brussed

Fed up with lies fed up with deceit

I snapped back even tho my consience weighed on me

I had to get out of this mess , so I hit you back

Now Ii'm on the floor and you

Begging for more

You bolted the door

And locked the windows

And the terror that flooded my eyes

Seeped into your blood

You became active again

Throwing and tossing me like a ball

Was I not human enough for you

And as you stood there with your hammer , knife

And whats it nots I glared at you , begged you to stop

And your laughter of course broke out in the night

No pity no thought just delight

And to me this was the last breath

I first thought you were playing games

But you took it this far

As I pleaded , one day

I vowed to myself

Id always haunt you

For you took my life

As I pleaded and cried

But the crick of my neck

The snap of my spine

Were the last things I herd

As my blood trickled red wine



By: Vivia G.T

ROSE

Death

Spinning and spinning
around feeling no needs
to live
Trying to get out of my head
Altough its still in my head
Trying to fall asleep and neverawake again
Trying to think of my friends
to get away from death

Vocals Essay

My Name Is Vivia G. Thompson and I will be entering 8th grade. I am applying to Stuyvesant Summer Arts Institute for vocals. I am a creative writer and musician. I've matured in my writing and musical ability but have showed little improvement in my vocals because I have had little training in singing. I decided that I would give singing a fair chance just like I gave my writing and music a chance. The fact that I'm a writer and musician gives me the chance to become a great singer. To be a good writer you have insight, creativity, vocabulary, inspiration and more but I also know that to be a good singer you need to have good lyrics and without good lyrics there is nothing to sing. I've had experience in singing throughout my childhood and music is an important part of my Jamaican culture. This is what has inspired me to be a singer. To develop the knowledge of how I can technically let my voice and emotions be heard through song would be a great advantage for me socially and professionally because I will apply it to my other talents and teach others too. I would like to learn the skills to creatively transform my written talents into songs. I look forward to tackling this challenge head on. Not only to conquer the difficulties but to also enjoy the victory.

Learning about Shadows

I AM FROM

i am from mommy and daddy loving me
i am from home video tapes,and dvd's
i am from seafood,spanish food and
my mom's food.i am from all different
things like basketball,dancing,singing
and gymnastics.BUT MOST OF ALL I AM FROM
MY PARENTS.

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