Your True Worth - Self-Publication assignment

My poem:

They say to never give up,

to never give in,

to keep fighting that fight,

so the devil doesn't win.

Through all the hurt and all the pain,

through all the sorrow and the shame,

the one thing you need to remind yourself of,

it that tomorrow is never the same

Hold on to your hopes and dreams, 

for your fears are far less than what they seem.

To all of those who feel like they are losing the fight, 

and to those who feel like there is no hope in sight,

take a minute to look at the sky

and remember that there's something out there

bigger than you and I.

The Sun will rise again.

Through the clouds and the rain,

the Sun will still remain,

and all the darkness will

fade away.

So hold your head high,

and feel the warmth.

It may remind you,

what you are truly worth.

My evidence:

Cold like a Fire

Your hug feels like a cup of hot chocolate
on a cold winter night
like someone saved a homeless cat

like the opening of a warm pizza box
like a growing tree, like someone giving a winning lottery ticket
to the old woman dying from cancer, like a flower blooming,
the taste of your favourite cookie
a new car
the Canucks winning the Stanly Cup at home.
Like a snoring puppy
like a skateboarder landing an 

awesome trick
like the crowd at a concert,
a golden trophy, a homeless person
with enough to eat
like a new good book
like a night with your closest friends,
a polar bear cub, like eating a fresh donut, 

like someone finding a phone charger at 1%

the jingling of coins in your pocket 

when you think you are broke,
an obese man on a treadmill,
the sound of a car engine starting,
like finding your keys
like killing a pesky mosquito
like making your crush laugh
and wearing the perfect outfit, like scoring the winning goal
a baby walking, like being able to stand out of a wheelchair
like a beautiful beach sunset
like roasting marshmallows over a crackling fire
like the feeling that I felt when I came home from school
and someone walked into my room and saw me crying.

POEM WRITING IN STYLE OF WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS

POEM WRITING IN STYLE OF WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS

The Graveyard

So much depends
upon

a red flower
bouquet

shimmering in the
sunlight

beside the brown
coffin



Alone

So mush depends
upon

a dead blue
body

decaying on the
grass

beside the large
snake

Pride Project

For my To Kill a Mockingbird Pride Project, I did a comdenced courtroom scene.

Unfortunatly, my video was too large to put onto Blogger.

If you do want to see my video, you can send me a quick email telling me you want to see it, and I will send it to you as soon as possible.

My e-mail: parhar.junior@gmail.com

Thanks