Here, Our Open Hearts: A Student Anthology

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    Here, Our Open Hearts: A Student Anthology [Terry L. Tripp] on www.farmersmarketmusic.com * FREE* shipping on qualifying offers. A diverse group of high school students. H ERE, O UR O PEN H EARTS A STUDENT ANTHOLOGY A STUDENT ANTHOLOGY T ERRY L. T RIPP Here, Our Open Hearts A Student Anthology Edited by.

    There was a problem filtering reviews right now. Please try again later. Good short fiction and non fiction stories for emerging readers. I bought it to practice reading with my kindergartener. I can only say that I wish they were lengthier and more quantity of stories per book. I received it in excellent condition. See all 5 reviews. Customers who viewed this item also viewed. Student Edition Reach for Reading. There's a problem loading this menu right now. Learn more about Amazon Prime. Get fast, free shipping with Amazon Prime.

    Get to Know Us. English Choose a language for shopping. Explore the Home Gift Guide. Amazon Music Stream millions of songs. Amazon Advertising Find, attract, and engage customers. Amazon Drive Cloud storage from Amazon. Alexa Actionable Analytics for the Web. AmazonGlobal Ship Orders Internationally. The ghost inside my room stays silent. I could feel her eyes watching my every move.

    I could hear her whispers at night.

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    The touch of her hand makes me shake. I can't see her but she can see me. The aching pain of me knowing that she is right there and I can't see her. I need her love, her comfort. But she is just a ghost in my room, who stays silent. When I see you I beat faster sometimes I even skip a beat. The blood that passes through me gives me life and helps me remember you. I get tired of beating so much but I can't rest.

    If I stopped I would be cold because I'd be dead. I get tired but it's okay. You keep me beating every day. I'm in a small room no feelings at all except the feeling of all lost hope. I know once I open the silver door there's no going back. I still don't know how I'm alive in this room. I'm floating mentally but not physically I have nothing else to lose, I'm already dead.

    I open the door to find out I'm sweating in my bed. Monsters live under your bed that is better than on your head they may be ugly, they may be bad but they always seem to be glad. And I was mad at first but, then laughed with a burst because, monsters are just monsters and it could be worse. My family, They—the ones that supported me They—the ones that love me My family, They—the ones that made me who I am today They—the ones that make mistakes but I still learn from them Destiny Adames.

    They ask if she's fine of course she lies. I'm thinking about you And really care, so on this Wall this post I share. If you ever need and felt All alone, I will come to You and never moan. A poem should be boring like school A poem should be short like a nail A poem should be hard to understand like math A poem should be exotic like summer Sammy Claudio.

    But, I don't know Who I'm up against. Music tells my story, head in the clouds got no weight on my shoulders. Music speaks my mind, I should be wiser and realize that I've got one less problem without you. Music makes people disappear. Music is my life, the lyrics are my story. A small boy cries tonight, A young girl tries to fight, But if you ask what's going on They will say nothing's wrong. As they grow up, they will corrupt. A murder where nobody dies. The memory's fresh in their head. The monster will win, because no one would believe them in the end.

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    The motionless wind through rattling trees The torch of a hotter kind to light the darkest freeze The calm of water beautiful to the blind The air riddled with the sound of bees That is a poem Michael Santiago. A happy time to sing and dance to rhyme.

    The time to play to admire the day. And we say it proud. People will only support you When it's beneficial I'll forgive, I'll forget but Imma dead the issue. My love for you is off the Richter scale My judgment is impaired with you this just isn't fair with you I hope you realize I am overdosing not on you but on the image you painted for me of you. What should I do if I look right through him hoping, praying he can feel my fear, My pain from inside of me. Home, I say to myself.

    I have no home. I smell the alcohol aroma on you Every time you're down you speak the truth The liquor controlled In deep Blue You just threaten And let People win the bet Yeah I was there And I couldn't bear it You always looked at that little girl And said I love you That's something new You wake up the next day Like you didn't destroy the bay You once made Your words are sour Like lemonade Then I realized I realized I don't need it I went away with my emotion And sealed it.

    If Jesus doesn't need Water or bread I could go without you, like I said Yeah now I take meds You scream, you're ungrateful Come on, call the feds I needed to go all the way To the mountains above When I went searching I put on my gloves I got lost, I got defeated When you snooze you lose and I have just realized The winner was not me this time.

    Friends are there when you need them they will always help you out They care about you They'll be there and there's no doubt They talk to you Friends are family too You have friends because of who you are Your friends are like no other They know what to say and do You treat them like a sister or brother Melanie Cardona. Bloom Blood and try not to cry let your pain out or forever hide Bloom blood show your pain and let the tears pour down like rain Bloom blood just understand when your flower blooms it will fade away Bloom blood and you will know and you will demand not to let the darkness bother you again Mikaylah Rogers.

    The law changed from time to time, helping people fighting crimes. Every case is different no, nothing is the same. The Judge makes her own choices for those who can't be tamed. Never lose faith in your rights, if you know you're right. Until you hear the Judge say this case is dismissed, please hang tight.

    The moon shines under the light when the sun light hits directly at it at night the stars shine all day they hide and throughout the whole day the world is alive Ariel Torres. Camo pants, camo pants Why are you so hard to find? Come out, come out I feel like I'm blind! Are you in the grass or on a tree? Wherever you are I can't see! A poem should be any feeling you have it should be how you feel whether dark and mysterious or full of light and happiness.

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    A poem should be anything and everything you want. It should teach you how to play by the rules, or not. A poem has no certain direction or instruction. It can be whatever you want, any shape you want. Anything you feel inside, write it down and hope to fly.

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    I'm in the air happy because the wind is blowing through my hair. I see people below me and they can't touch me I'm feeling happy and nobody can touch me I start from the bottom and race up to the sky Ralphy Rosado. Day and night I am the mouth that speaks while you listen. I am the mouth who defends and protects.

    I know what I'm saying. I think twice before I speak. I give the truth. The mouth speaks up for what's right whether it's wrong to others. The mouth speaks from its heart with true feelings. I might speak in a certain tone that others don't like but who cares I'm the mouth that speaks and controls itself. Life is a game you're player 1 instead of five lives you've only got one like game difficulty, life can be easy, normal, or hard depending on how you play your life. Too many mistakes will result in a game over, and like a broken game controller, you won't have any control over the horrible disaster that has just evolved, to erase that glimmer of hope that you had, to restart a new game from your game over.

    Always together but it doesn't last forever. Seeing you makes me feel grief. She makes me laugh and is me. On the fighting grounds leaking blood like a fountain rumors would start war fists up in the air like guns hands are your weapons the fight is over you have won you're the cool kid now Omar Hernandez. Things change for the better.

    Poor people get richer meaner they are, nicer they become. Street people become smart people, bad boys and bad girls, change and now they are in college succeeding. The poem brings happiness only to express your sadness The poem is an ocean so it's a struggle to write The poem is space filled with undiscovered ideas I wonder about the poem all the time so I yearn for its secret The poem leads me to amazement only to come out to embrace me The poem makes you climb a mountain never knowing where the climb will end Kevin Chen. Before leaving at the beginning of the fall session in , I had been teaching the Portfolio Development class for Artists Space for nearly six years.

    I have had the pleasure to work with many of the students since they were in sixth grade, and it was truly inspiring to see their growth and maturity revealed in their artworks. These students are a very special group with an incredible breadth and depth of talent, reflected in their individual choices and abilities; strong-willed, enthusiastic, courageous and always with very definite points of view.

    These students have learned how to draw: They invent colors and compositions, and give voice to their emotions, memories, and ideas through materials. They have been willing to take risks, to stretch beyond the limits of what they know or think they can do. Kate Temple Teaching Artist. Following Kate's departure in September , I had the privilege of working with with a very well-prepared and welcoming group of students, ushering them through the final phase of the program to complete their portfolios, go to their auditions, and attend the Scholastic Art Awards, where many of them received honors.

    Several of them dropped by in the spring term to visit the new group of seventh grade students, offering to share their experiences or to demonstrate techniques. Susan Hamburger Teaching Artist. Thelma Dolmo's bilingual class has been working with Ms. Each year Artists Space brings an art form to the class that develops the students' artistic skills and accelerates their English language learning. This year the students excelled as they learned new art forms, skills, techniques and made connections between the arts and the content of their core subjects.

    It was exciting to watch the students achieve these results and to see their enthusiasm as they moved through the creative process. I congratulate all of them for their achievements. Each year I look forward to working with Ms. I enjoy watching students get in touch with the most sensitive fibers of their being, producing art that undoubtedly reflects their evolution and growth. This year was not an exception.

    Students tackled the topic of identity. I once read somewhere that the best way to immortalize oneself is through art and literature. I am thankful to Ms. Seeing my students' art fills me with an intense sense of pride. I am proud of you all for having the courage to show your vulnerability.

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    May you always have the courage to be yourself. This year's work has been in the setting of Ms. The school is primarily Dominican and the focus is on making individual art projects that examine notions of identity and history pertinent to an immigrant community in New York City. The key themes addressed with the students were individuality, diversity, and acceptance. Dolmo's class was reading Star Girl, Jerry Spinelli's youth novel about an individualistic and eccentric girl that arrives at a school where conformity is the most important element.

    The project consisted on picking a symbolic identity that would represent an aspect of each student's spirit. Some students chose their symbolic representations to be moons, lions, dolphins, hawks, mountains, clouds and even a safe security box. The students carved their poetic identities into red self-drying clay, and wrote a poem and black and white paintings to accompany the sculptures. Creating the works involved examining numerous historical sources, including Taino, Aztec and Inca carvings.

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    I know what I'm saying. Our relationship with Artists Space has promoted, enhanced and encouraged the growth of the arts in our school. The poem brings happiness only to express your sadness The poem is an ocean so it's a struggle to write The poem is space filled with undiscovered ideas I wonder about the poem all the time so I yearn for its secret The poem leads me to amazement only to come out to embrace me The poem makes you climb a mountain never knowing where the climb will end Kevin Chen. Music tells my story, head in the clouds got no weight on my shoulders. I think it has changed the tone and tenor of how I wrote the books, knowing they would be out there, at some stage. I still don't know how I'm alive in this room. A Martian Sends a Postcard Home.

    Poet Sara Jane Stoner's residency with the 8th Grade classes continues to result in a wonderful compilation of poems that allows us to discover the feelings, images, and hopes of this group of students.