AP+Class+Sonnets+2010

My Eye

What would the world be if we had no eye? Without an eye the world is just a flat. Without both eyes the world is none but black. Ply my eye, cry my eye, and open my eye, And then the world will spry before my eye. Cataract will make my eyes go matt. Scat! Leave my eyes alone, don’t want to miss that Fly high and I see the world from bird’s eye Let my sight not be blurred by tears, by dusts For the world is such a beautiful place To see. I’ll gape at what’s in front of me. Don’t even blink the eyes for those moments, For you will miss what just happened apace. World will last as long as my eyes can see.

Il Won Chang

Haiti

News heroes, reporters report: "Tell us your Experience" they say as the mic's thrust To the mouth. A woman bravely tells more -- We have no food we have no tent we're bust. I have no brother. I have no water. The price has doubled, our house is rubbled; But we have pride and thanks to the martyrs -- -- -- A pause. -- And, I, the viewer feel muddled. Question: Do I care? Do you care? Flipflip Goes each channel. Sitcoms, Dramas, News Just Talking, SPOUTING heads. Do I care a blip?

Ashes, Ashes, Dust and Dust -- Feel I must, Bearing witness to Haiti's earthquake woes My heart opens. Oh, they've suffered such blows.
 * Ms. Porter

Knock, knock, knock. Knocked the neighbor on the door. Sunrise nor set were near lovely as she. Doors flew open and her feet hit my floor For a slight moment I dreamed of a “we.” She approached me slowly, I tensed up quick “Care for some coffee?” nervously asked I, But with no answer she took out an ice pick I froze for a moment and said “Oh my...” The sharp metal ice pick reached my soft neck I said, “take all my money, just don’t kill me” “It depends,” said she, “First write me a check” “There are no checks in Korea. Oh gee.” Awkward silence filled the atmosphere. I thought she must be a foreigner here.

Il Min Ahn

A day

I wake up every morning to the sound Of my mother’s loud, clear and vicious scream. To my soft and tender bed I feel bound Still floundering in Romeo’s wishing dream ARRRRGH! I grunt like Scrooge on a Christmas Eve With closed eyes I sleep walk to the bathroom. The mirror shows a stranger, it deceives. And I’m fated to ride the bus to doom. F equals senior, so many perceives Thought I’d be different but no, I’m not One plus one is what? Two, that’s the notion Well, fail Calculus I may have a lot Clock strikes twelve, my stomach needs some food I guess that just changed my whole mood!

Mike

2nd Semester

It’s so hard to stay awake It’s so hard to open my eyes I don’t remember the tests I have to take I don’t understand why the junior cries I go to school with fever A bunch of homework makes me sick Soccer is no more a reliever I just go to the wiki and click Now it’s the season of soccer But I’m concerned if we will succeed Because it was tough running with Mr. Trotter I hope the other teams don’t exceed We’re in a harsh state But we should endure with fate

-Brian

After school, it’ll be my turn to bother.
- Clair

Rameon - Jennifer Y.

Deep in the night I’m hunting for a snack At twelve when mouth awakens hungry souls my famished plight forces me to hijack I run to kitchen charmed by rameon ghouls

Rameon, the taste I dare not to argue I will make best rameon in the whole world Abracadabra make my wish come true Here’s my magical rameon, oh Behold!

What magic turns soup red and spicy hot What arrogant aromas do entice I taste my rameon in the pot So good and delicious, I have no choice

Next day I see a pig in the mirror Oh god I regret and scream with horror

Courteney

Trying to fall asleep, I count the sheep. One and two and three and four and, now, five: so they jump nigh my head. The constant BEEP -ING of the bell is like a buzzing hive. Listening to the drops of water dripping, counting seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, growing old with time and never falling asleep. Why curse me with this brutal jinx? Then, I see, that dark death has come to claim: me. His robe is darker than the crow. He seems crabby: so grim and grumpy. I blame his profession for making him surly.

As he swings his scythe I close my eyes. And Thank God! I wake from my stupor, terror, nightmare so odd.

Il-jee Kam

How do I forget? So many ways! (a) I work like busy bee to raise my grade (b) I crammed too many words my memory drift away. (a) Overwhelmed with work, I’m afraid (b) I cant remember my mama’s name (c) I wish I had a portable hard disk for my head (d) then I would quit memorizing the same old same (c) then I’d rid my nickname bighead airhead (d) Shoot! I left my dinner heating, now my stew is thick and burnt. (g) Oops. Lesson learnt. (g)

Annie I loathe thee to the length and width and height. My soul does scream, when feeling out of place, For the ends of being and terrible grace. I loathe thee to the level of every day's Most shattering need, by darkness and candle-light. I loathe thee passionately, as men strive for right. I loathe thee strongly, as they fight in war. I loathe thee with the passion put to use In my sadness, and with my frustration. I loathe thee with a hate I seemed to gain With my lost dignity. I loathe thee with the breath, Anger, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but loathe thee better after death.
 * How do I loathe thee? Let me count the ways.


 * Concussion**

I hit my head against the floor today I swear I saw a group of stars so bright My ear was ringing loud to my dismay Small tears came down my puffy face this night

My eyes opened at hospital oh no I screamed and yelled and gone was voice of mine Yet Food and drink did I want more hey bro! and came my meal so good and big so fine

oh so devine it is to not have school I think I like the hospital true that My life is good without a rule so cool Let’s stay here on this big and comfy matt

How much I love being sick and hurt oh joy oh no I have to go to school oh boy

Chaeri Jeong ||

Temptation

Fried chicken, chocolate pie, dos tacos. How can i resist the life fulfilling? Grease drip drop saliva wish wash "LOCO." Oh what a surprise! Another lump in my tumb rumbles as I squish a lumpscious butterfingers special set without a doubt. A regret that thrush my mind; frivolous. Straight to by the way for a burper pop’a drink, and ask for a tap on the back. A sudden pain in my left tumb, save me! I lead my marshmallow toes for some snack Sweet peanut butter fiber bar - some glee

“No dinner” I swear to God all mighty. I bet Adam tasted this from the tree.

Jung-Ah Lee

Free Michelin

My fingers pry at the jacket zipper, Catching a pinch of thick skin in its path, How I despise the frost of winter’s wrath-- How I long for the days of sweet summer! If only I could escape December And run across Pa’s forty-acre swath, Pick blueberries while taking a sunbath, Raft along the river like brave Huck Finn, Stretch myself out on the boardwalk’s beach sands, Or walk through the cobblestone streets of Cannes If it were the summertime I could grin, But the cold wind still freezes our thin hands Zipping up fat coats as does Michelin.

Jessica Yun

For Memory Why do Seniors have to goto school? Seniors must rest peacefully at home Goin’ to school in second semester ain’t cool The way I leash my stress from school is chrome We won’t study to keep our Gpa Unless you’re in NHS you would care All we used to care about was an A Now the teacher would only give us glare But don’t even think that time will never change This is our last year and we won’t be back Won’t be any hanging out when we age Because we will be on a different track So let us go and make some memory The past will be the shadow of our chemistry

by Lindsay Lee

__24th Century Mannerisms__

By Lynn Hong

Born at dawn, circulating galaxies Twitching one thumb to the rhythm of stars Crossing each light at the angle of maladies The air you breathe has never been like ours

In your hand is a McD’s apple pie The taste of chemicals reminds you of home Below your neck there’s an electric tie You say it reminds you of your planet’s dome

I scan you up and down, and right and left Could it be that you belong here more than me? That you don’t miss the things we were bereft? City lights in your eyes is all I see

And far away I hear the machine tow, Little did I know that every crash was falling snow

__Bark, Bark, Bark__ My dear yes my dear Please know I love thee I can’t express all the deep affection Oh when you look at me I bark with glee I put endearments in careful diction You’re like a shiny star, lighting my life Met you just yesterday but fell in love It’s just my instinct, please please be my wife Oh you just you I want to get hold of I must take some action zippy and swift Or you might fall for someone like goblin But when I went near you you loudly sniffed Then kicked me away without a reason Is it an obstacle that I’m a dog? We could outrun the princess and the frog

Lauren Lee

"Outside"

Arriving at warmth will make me okay.
- Yura Jung


 * Reality**

His jokes, only I could understand. His dimples peered shyly when he would smile. His laughter made time fly and the clock’s hand stop. Like crunching, diving into a pile of snow. Like floating in the sky so clear. The gushing winds of winter made me sway, but I felt nothing once he’d be here. I could recognize him from miles away. His eyes, his strut, I did not want to share. I loved how I knew him so well, so little. How with him, there was no time to spare. I got mousy, my laugh so brittle.

But, believing he will look this way Is fantasy, not reality.

- Rachel Yoo

The Life of a Gamer

Just four more hours till the morning sun Another day will be called yesterday. I see my stack of homework left undone. With one sigh, my bloodshot eyes close halfway

I feel no urge to shift my brain to school. My hands move right and left and up and down. I know right now I seem like a big fool, A big fool that you often see around

Seconds till I get to say good morning. Oh wait...my classes start in one hour. Regrets emerge and I start my mourning. Oh why me, why me. My face turns sour.

This is the tragic life of a gamer To be like me learn to be a crammer

-Lydia

How do I hate poem? Let me count the ways I hate thee for thy scheme and rhyme and foot My face can frown, when reading endless lines For thy lines bring infinite torture. I hate thee to the heat of summer days’ Most scorching heat, that burns most sturdy root I hate thee firmly, as grounded are vines; I hate thee wholly, as heart fills with rapture. I hate thee with the fury meant to burst. In my old minds, and in my childhood’s grief With enmity I remember immersed That I couldn’t write poem so great and brief I shall but hate thee till I can find my relief.

-Sarah J

The Unpleasant Surprise

I was struck with shock when you told me that KAIAC had been canceled due to swine flu. My mind was blank, I could not think--Oh drat! I knew there had to be a way for you. Back and forth, we rambled through the hallway Seeking for at least one way to fix this. Across the hall was Mr. Perron, yay! And so it seemed, it wasn't all amiss. When we reached the end his face had worry, Not the face expression we were wanting. Although it wasn't all his fault, hurry Or KAIAC will not happen, how daunting. Time has passed and we are now just hoping That soccer KAIAC isn't canceled too.

Michelle Lim

Sitting on Your Desk

Fall down with sudden anger. It needs water. It stands back up, leaving no impression, as it was before, before water came. It changes its direction, day by day It follows the life giver which never Fades away, it gets its other need, in ways I can’t explain. It’s structure varies, from one to another; but its still obvious. Its death comes abruptly yet slowly; But don’t be misled for its shedding is natural. The length of its life is dependent on you. It may be able to thrive without you or it may just die without you. It could have a creation of its own one day.

-Jason Cho

Yawn

A boring face in subway turned quite tense. From nose came gasping breath and CO2 that muscle twitches, cuts, and brings the sense. The mouth made drowsy noise as that air flew.

Within itself a hidden sloth growled loud. But mouth, contracted to its well-made teeth, cannot resist the force of drowning mood, a mood of drowsing towards the ground beneath,

which teems with full of angry comment on the most distracting class of all the years. but as the mouth shuts tight with air withdrawn, the flies of boredom sit on face like bears.

As if it sat like it was there asleep. As if it were like a nap, normal sleep. Alex Song

"Untitled" By Patrick He, oh, the sneakiest God of them all, dances among my peers swiftly, slyly; One can see him in this room, in the halls, in the playground...oh, anywhere really;He sports a bow, arrow, and two wee wings; He goes by a few names, Roman and Greek; With his chocolate sweet voice, he can freely sing, the son of Venus, he is each week,Yet he disappeared so suddenly whenever I reached out to him, my hand;he needed to deny me, blatantly,to be cheeky while I was unplannedBut this sneaky God, I thank now, you see as he has done his job again for me.

The Sky Above, the Sand Beneath My Feet By Yongmin

The sky above, the sand beneath my feet. The clouds in bundles float on easy breeze. The sundry poppies sway and sing, and greet The hungry, hampered, hundred buzzing bees. I see green trees on sunny rolling hills, And well beyond the sunbaked beach I look. For not far off, a crimson red blood spills - The blood of those whose sacred land that shook. It is the wrath of god, I’d like to believe - No mortal could be blamed for such base deeds. The bread and water the needy will receive, Only to come to bite the hand that feeds. For lest the ground I tread collapse I pray for rest of time to elapse