How Am I Creative

This is an assignment about our talents and creativity.
So Ms. Pollock asked us "How are YOU creative?"
It's time to reveal our miracles!

"I married pen and paper, I wrote with glass and vapor, I'll write till my last breath, it's beauty is in it's depth."

I found this in my heart yesterday. I didn't really dig in my heart but it erupted like lava from a volcano.
I am still young but I have experienced a lot already. However, one of the most strange things that happened to me are my eyes see things bright but transforms them to bull and dark. Not necessarily I don't see, But whenever I see a happy day I think about sad things. I can't control it, it's just the way i am.
Here is a poem I wrote last week about this feeling.

P.S I am not writing this to tell you about my problem. Poetry is just the was I can best express what i am feeling. Enjoy!

Brightness Transforms to Darkness


No matter how hard your heart and hopes have been broken, that means one day you have strongly and fearlessly spoken.
Shattered glass, shattered souls, hearts bleeding. Oh so gross!
For water you have to wait in line. To see then sun  you have to wait in line.
Years ran by and summer has passed, and still... no green grass.
Bright  worlds are freezing cold, why darkness is where you feel the warmth?
In this bright world...
No one is smiling, winter is here but kids are home, never seen them sliding.
I am sick of this, tears can't make it.
In  my eyes they were pressed.
My eyes, where everything seems the normal and no cancelled flights.
It enters my eyes to transform to a terrifying night.
I see no love,  I see no couples.
I see singles that once have suffered.

-Haneen



Here is another poem I wrote about a poet visiting our English class.
His name is Khaleefa Hamdan (ApollotheChild) .
He is twenty but his words mean plenty.
You will also find this poem in his blog!
Enjoy! 




Gold Mass

A poet visited our class, his words weigh gold mass.
Letter after letter cut through my heart like shattered glass.
Meanings flew around my mind like a song on a jazz band.
We weren't like a band, don't misunderstand, it was a meaningful class.
It was a linked circle of some lazy turtles that didn't move.
Hey! I’ve got some proof.
He's only twenty, he has experienced plenty.
His experiences are his topics.
From the arctic to the tropics.
He touched hate, he touched love, he touched joy, he touched heartbreaking, and he touched confusion.
Still it's not my conclusion.
He's a role model for every youth, it's not a compliment, and it’s just the truth.
We asked questions, we got some tips, we made some jokes.
He's Amazing folks!

-Haneen.

Dedicated to,
Khaleefa Hamdan A.K.A ApollotheChild

Poetry is not my only talent!

I am also a basketball player too. I've been on the school's team since grade 5!

I also started going to a sports club and practicing since the end of school year of grade 3.

I am also known as a good defence!

I can also sing but I am not that good.
I've preformed to many friends and they liked it.
I think I am OK at singing, I am not too good, or too bad.
I also like singing and annoying my siblings when I am working!