Rolling across the raging sea

Drifting through unsettled forests

Concealing everything in its way

Light

Attempting to enter this dismal silent world

Vain endeavors are ceased

Light cannot exist here

Only fog

Dense

Overpowering

Pessimistic

Fog

New day

New attitude

New fog approaches

Dazzling

Exquisite

Non-existent

Fog

Lost in a world of blurred thoughts

Questions float aimlessly

Answers are scarce

Unable to think

What is the point in thinking though

When I am content to watch the world

passing by

As if a veil separates me from life

I live without life

Understanding seems irrelevant

As the fog passes

Everything is clear

I understand

Fog is like

Fog is like a diving plane

Twisting, turning, changing shape

Then Crash into our eyes, like a train,

Wearing a wispy, full-body cape.

With its big, gaping mane

It swallows light and dark alike,

Sometimes it seems totally insane

For it knocks the air out of your lungs as it strikes.

Fog is like a deep power nap

It awakes, then rests back into its place

Just like a deadly booby trap.

And you shall always lose the race

No matter how hastily you run

For fog is faster yet, it has already won.

Fog is a red brick wall

at the same time

as soft as a baby

Fog is a mighty

army it kepps declaring

war on the sun

Fog can halt

mans biggest things

like cars and plane

Hazy Minds PJCH



Fog is like trying to remember something

Your mind becomes hazy and hard to think

Your so concentrated you cant even hear a 'PING'

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Fog clears your mind and reassures you that everything is okay

If you're feeling down, and there's fog outside just take a trip down to the bay

This will help clear your mind

And total peace is what you will find

 

What Fog Means To Me

Fog is like when I'm going as quick as I can

through a single-track,

I've never ridden ever!

Thin wispy fog is like

when I fall in my own bicycle-track,

for no apparent reason.

Whiteout fog is like when my parents yell at me to stop

right before

I'm about to do an outrageous stunt.

Throughout the Storm

the fog is blinding

the lighting strikes

but I am finding

one thing I like

is when it's warm

it smells like sea

the perfect form

clouds close to me

this fog is thick

yet in my view

the fog that licks

the ground like dew

Fog is an eerie shroud of mist

closing in around you.

Fog is a thick blanket,

covering the morning dew

Fog is a silent predator,

Carefully stalking its prey.

Fog isolates you,

Makes you alone,

And before long you are swept away.

~HSJO~

Birds chirp, a wake up call

To a world bathed in sunshine

A perfect day, buzzing with excitement.

The grass is green, trees swaying in the breeze,

Then the fog comes in.

Creeping slowly, not making a sound

Slowly, little by little, all goes quiet.

Birds cease to talk, and all of a sudden, the fog has arrived,

Without anyone noticing.

But the eerie silence, in a way, is just as beautiful as before

~HSJO~

Fog mixes with lights.

We won't take that I can't see.

Twisted sister rocks.

I wanna rock hard,

But no, I can't see.

But I will Anyway.

Turn it down, you say,

but I can't, cause fog's in the way.

That's good, now lets rock.

Hey, this is our life,

But the fog clouds the whole song.

But I wanna rock.

The dark light starts off,

The drums shrouded by fog

Twisted sister rocks.

Fog

The fog sails into the dreary night

It's chilling sensation flailing around

Droplets of misery in the air

The humming shadows like hot breath

Drifting aimlessly towards nothing

Nothing is Clear

Fog comes here

Fog comes there

Now the fog is near

Nothing is clear

Fog is like an enemy

Waiting to approach when your not looking

Then it attacks

It stalks you from afar

One blink and it is here

It is an army hiding in the distance

You don't know when it is coming

No one does

Fog is here

Fog is there

Now the fog is near

Nothing is clear

Slip

It was humid that spring,

out on that icy little bridge,

In choking of mist,

the day that I slipped.

Almost falling forever,

until something I grabbed,

seized the sensation of nothingness,

with the falling,

and the scaryness.

My hands were so cold,

at the beginning of spring,

for winter just passed,

the birds started to sing.

Around my head they went,

those pretty little birds,

which were the last thing I saw,

and the last thing I heard.

Fog

What is fog?

Fog creeps in, silently

smothering trees and water with mist

In the morning, when the suns' up,

It shows in golden yellow and warm sunshine

wile its cloudy, creepy and spooky,

gray fog that seems relaxing and peaceful

On the beach, fog is like the ocean itself,

salty and breezy, making it fun to play in

In the harbor, early in the morning,

when the gentle wind makes the bells on the sailboats

make an eerie tune wile the seagulls chatter in the sail tops

Fog covers fields with a thick blanket of white,

when you can't see in front of you

Fog covers the farms in sheets and layers

you can't see the horses in the pasture

or the cows in the barn

or the chickens in the coop

Fog is like darkness and light

You can relax in the mist beside the peaceful lake

or you can worry that little Johnny

won't find is way home in time for dinner

What is fog?

Fog

Colors around you (The Mist)

It Comes for you (the Mist)

Closing in, Staring at you (the Mist)

Face...=..Bass why are you scared?

(The Mist)

Purple Haze

Clouds my head

Deludes me so

I think I'm dead

It likes to slither through my mind

Hiding thoughts I wish to find

I try to get up

Out of bed

I can't because

I think I'm dead

The Predator called

Purple Haze

Will turn my path

Into a maze

An Apology?

I think not

It would rather

Have me rot

My thoughts it stirs like

Witches Brew

Now all I see is Blue

Purple Haze

Purple Haze

Clouds my head

Deludes me so

I think I'm dead

It like to slither through my mind

Hidin thoughts I wish to find

I try to get up

Out of bed

I cant because

I think Im dead

The Predtor called

Purplu Haze

Will tur my path

Ino a maz

A Apologize?

I ink ot

It wod ather

av e ot

My ought e strir ike

itches ew

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Perplu Haz

Perpl Haz

Erpl Haz

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Fog

Fog, a sheet of endless gray

You see it barreling toward you

You stay as the fog careens you closer

You try to run but you it corners you

Now you have disappeared

Can you be saved?

But then suddenly something brightens up the day

The fog has now passed he waves goodbye

His gas floats away

You will see him again one day

Fog is like a lair of darkness

It does not move

It hangs in treetops

Waiting for the wind to move it along.

The Perfect Storm

It was a like a perfect storm

You could hear the stillness in the air

As the storm came closer

The tempo in the air started to pick up

And then you heard the crack

That could shatter a piece of glass

And then the fog was gone.

Standing on a bridge

Fog tastes like the ocean

And smells like the sea

I need a lighthouse to get me home

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The stillness of the fog

slowly creeping

up upon the

tree tops.

The moaning of the

buoys bustling

in the

sea.

The haziness of the

forests floors,

and the

water vapor hovering

over the water,

shortly

spraying a loon that

has passed by.

A sky so

dark

with the backdrop of the

trees, so gloomy and

mysterious,

slowly

mixing in with the

mustiness of

the fog.

The mildew on the grass

that sits on the settled

slits of greens after

a long foggy

night.

The cold air jumps around

the sky like a dancer,

dancing in the

night.

The fog is so thick, that

the twinkling of

the stars are

hidden,

like rocks below the water.

The sea glimmers in the

night, then glows

when dawn hits.

The moon is full

tonight, but is

hidden by the

fog and the

the trees.

The

fog thickens, drowning out the sound

that the little creatures of the forests

makes. The sun is creeping up,

leaving a sympathetic

reflection on the

water, and

the

Branches, high

up in the

trees.

Fogs blanket

the Fog has rolled in

it's Blanket is smothering

until Day cuts through

A haiku by: PSJA

Reaper Fog

Fog is like a Reaper

when it smothers you you have nowhere to go

Fog is like a Reaper

when it smothers you you cant see the hidden stalker

Fog is like a Reaper

When it smothers you you cant hear their footsteps

Fog is like a Reaper

When it smothers you you cant hear the heavy breathing

Fog is like a Reaper

when it smothers you you can still feel the cool edge of the Knife

Fog is like a reaper

when it dissipates you are gone

       Have you ever ruined something, let everything slip away, let everyone down, all in 5 seconds? You dribble up the field, precious seconds left in the game. You pass by players on the other team, desperately  trying to stop you. All your fans are thinking, "She can do it", "She's got this", or, "She's going to win us the game!" The nerves building up on you with every stride. And with 5 seconds left, you kick it with all you've got, not realizing that you overshot. Not realizing that this is it. Not realizing that you let everyone you know & love down, all in 5 seconds.

I grip the cone and start to lick. The creamy goodness melts to the touch of my tongue sliding down my throat the cone drips to my fingertips. I gulp quickly, liking rapidly my brain hurts, but I don’t want to lose my frozen treat. Embracing the pain I swallow and pressing my numb pink tongue to the roof of my mouth. The pain runs from my brain down my cheeks, and its gone. Its true love hurts, but my love for ice cream will never go away.

It was the last minute of the game and all I was thinking was, "GOAL, GOAL, WIN!". The balls pasted to me and my hearts pounding with the adrenaline rush. Everyone is cheering, so I get nervous, of course. I pass the ball perfect pass. A player, on our team, takes the shot but the goalie saves it. The ball is out, "corner kick" says the referee. I line up with everyone else and the ball is kicked. Everyone's wild and it reminds me about apes in the jungle. The parents are the head apes. And I yell. "PASS, PASS, NOW!!!" She passes to me and everyone's silent, soI think of everything that can go wrong, typical me. 5 seconds left so I line the shot up, 2 seconds, AHHH, I shoot. GOAL! We win. The pressure all goes away. I run to my coach she says, "I wonder how you get through the day....BUT GREAT KICK! Soccer is fun, esspecially when you win and it's your goal!!

                                                                     War

                                                                 It destroys

                                                                It murders

                                                                It ripes familys apart

                                                               It criples countrys

                                                              It dismantles governments

                                                             It shows no murcy

                                                             It makes living a challange

                                                           It does not forgive

                                                            It shows no end

                                                          It is WAR

 Once upon a time the was a girl named Coraline she loved to play soccer,lacrosse,and field hockey. She also has a best friend named Miley and she loved the same sports too! They both are on all of the same teams together. So Miley's mom is the coach of there soccer team. There happens to be a game this Sunday! Also this Thursday is Miley's Birthday so Coraline can not forget mean while................ AWESOME=http://=http://! Right now it is Sunday and the score is 5 to 5 and it is a tie. So far Miley's mom puts Miley in the center and Coraline in on defense. Here they come down the field with the ball while it is raining out and I here some thunder coming from the far corner of the field. GO GO GO GO GO as Miley's mom yells GO! Coraline you can do it she shoots and she scores what a shot! As the crowd goes wild=http://! Then all of the team mates make a big pig pile then Coralines mom comes over with some hot chocolate and the hole team has a nice cup of hot chocolate. Then all of a sodden the rain stops and they all go home for a nice long nap. The next morning Hey, Miley! Happy birthday to you!!!! thanks you guys you didn't have to decorate my locker for me!! No we had to says Coraline and then Coraline gives Miley a big hug and says we are going to be friends for ever:) The End Nrri

Hibernation:

My house is my shield

It protects me from outside world danger

Like my cave that I spend my endless hibernation in

My winter sleep lasts much longer than a bear's does

I am always awake, just not fully there

I am detached from other people

Always in my house, shielded from the war zone beyond me

Spring:

As I slowly start waking up from my sleep

I become less distant

I put my shield down

I've slept through the war

The flowers are blooming

Spring has finally come. . .

First Swim

I run through the water trudging along

The cold water brisk against my toes

“Hurry up,” says the little voice in my head

 She’s getting ahead of me. GO! GO!

The chill goes op along my spine

I come up from the water and shake it off

“Not so bad,” I say calmly to my chicken like sister

And she dives off ahead as I follow along behind her,

My board dragging behind me

I search for a wave

On the board I feel a bit unbalanced

As I swirl through the ocean

I look beside me

And there’s my sister

Not so chicken like anymore

Riding right beside me

We laugh until we are stopped by the rocky sand

“Again?” she says

I don’t say anything but she knows I agree

And we walk to our home

The ocean.

Christmas is such a great holiday. On of my favorites. My family has a special tradition that we do every year. When we wake up we have to wait for every single person to be awake. It is painful sometimes I have to wait for a hole 30 minutes which I think is painful. Then when every one is awake we go down stairs. When we go down stairs there is a string attached to our stockings that goes all around our house with presents that are unwrapped. After we go get our stuff out of our stockings we will open my mom and dads presents. When we are about half way through opening we will go and eat breakfast, then go open the rest of our presents. We enjoy the day with our family and then later that night we go to my grandparents house with my cousin and open their presents. That is a brief story of my Christmas day!

One of the characters in this book is named Dominic Alexis. The author introduced him by sorting through caps and wrappers. There was a contest to offer five wild- card spots at a boot camp. Dominic desperately wanted to be a world class mountain climber like his older brother. He won the last spot by finding a V which was what he needed to spell Everest.

I suddenly awoke to find myself in a grassy field. I looked around a saw a vast ocean, sandy beaches, and strange creatures of all sorts. I walked over to sand and squished my toes in it. It felt great to be alive again. I ran into the ocean and felt the thrill of swimming again. I jumped out and ran down the beach. I jumped up on top of a rock and felt like I was king of the world. Then a strange creature walked up and said “you are king of the world”. The creature looked about 2 feet tall and had short claws. The creature was grey and had large eyes about the size of a tennis ball. I looked down and said “how did you know what I was thinking”. The creature said well us looglaps can read other creatures thoughts. I then asked “looglap what is your name”. The looglap said “Well my name is Greg walison”. I thought to myself why that name seems familiar. It does he said. I then said “this is going to be hard to get use too”. I asked Greg how many looglaps are there in the world.

balloons

They fly in the sky

really really high

balloooooooooons

Couldn’t be popped with a spoon

But a fork can be used pick up pork

A shark cant bark

But neither can you

Not even winey the pooooooh

Du dum bum

Every October 31^st this house randomly appears in a cloud of fog. The house is always completely obscured. When it appears it suddenly starts to rain. Then the moon becomes full and becomes as bright as the sun. The light shoots into the obscured house. It makes all the widows glow then they all crack! The glass comes flying at you, but it all halts to a stop. All the glass crashes to the ground. Then the rain stops and the fog disappear. Then all these blood thirsty black cats come sprinting towards you with blood red eyes. Then it seems like reality is not with you it seems time has stopped! Then rotten shriveled pumpkins come plummeting towards the ground and land on the cats then the whole thing goes into chaos!

Ghost come flying out of the house and hands pop up from the ground and grab you legs to pull you into the ground. Then they get sucked up into a tree. Dead bodies rise from the ground. Then the ghosts go into the dead bodies. They all come after you your only hope is to go into the house. You here nothing inside. As you walk around you see paintings. Then the paintings start to moan and groan. Then you realize they are all kids. The pictures say the year they died and there name. Then you realize all those kids have been missing. After that you try to open the door but it won’t open up. I ran up stairs to find another exit. There were seven doors. I opened the first one and there was a huge mouth. The tongue came flying at me. I slammed the door shut. I opened the second one and there was people screaming. I slowly shut the door. Thinking back these are the same kids in the picture. I ran to the third and opened it. It was pitch black. I put one foot in and it started to suck my foot in. I grabbed a torch from the wall. It was quicksand. I tried to pull away and I got out but my shoe had come off. I opened the fourth door. There where zombies! One of there heads fell off and rolled toward me I slammed that one too. I opened the fifth one. A hand came flying at my neck I used the torch and light it on fire. When it burned it disappeared. The sixth one I opened there where people being mindlessly slathered. I slammed the door. I can barley mention this without having nightmares. I opened the door and found a mirror but there was something different about me. I was headless. Then the mirror shattered. A blood river came flowing towards me. I ran down stairs and the door still did not open. I ran down the hall and found night armor. I took its sword a cut a hole in the house I ran outside. The bodies where still there. I started slicing through them. I got out of the place. I threw the torch at the house so no one else would have to go through what I did. I was the only one to escape this place. That was the end of that house. I never saw it again, but sometimes on my morning walk it seems like its still there.

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The unaware dog

Seasons come

Seasons go

People have fun

And play in the snow

The unaware dog does not know

Days go by

Months to

Years

And millennia’s all go through

The unaware dog never knew

Birds sing

People to

The earth moves

And never stands still

The unaware dog does not know and never will

Thank you for the food we eat

Thank you for the people we meet

Thank you for the birds that sing

Thank you God for everything

Never had dogs
always had dogs.

Fun is different than crazy.

Skiing

 Whenever I get off of the chairlift, I get a knot of fear in my stomach that I am going to fall off of the lift and plunge into the freezing deathbed.

But as soon as I lift my skis, I glide on the powdered snow.

It is a sunny day and it makes the snow glitter like crystals.

As early spring comes so do the birds.

A little bluejay chirps and makes the trees shake.

A slow but steady shard of snow gracefully falls,

I dodge and swiftly make my way to the other side of the lonesome trail.

I swerve from left to right with no noise but the sound of my shifting skis.

As I gaze at the winter mural,

I notice that the blue of the sky enhances the the purple-gray mountains,

and the tips of spruce trees bunch up to make patches of green blobs.

The brisk air caresses my exposed face,

and gently cools me from the heat of the lodge.

As I reach the end I pull my skis together close and speed up to finish the adventure.