My Buddies Art

This is a painting that my buddy Bradley, who was recently introduced in the last post made. The first thing that catches my eye is the color of the painting. The blue, green, gray, and black all look nice together. My favorite part is that there are so many ways that you can interpret this painting, which makes it so unique. Every time that I look at the painting, I get a new vision of it. It is amazing the work that Bradley is able to do, considering his age and experience. Like I said in my last post, I can’t wait to see what Bradley will do next.

    

My Buddy

Bradley is an amazing buddy, student, friend, overall, just a good person. As a student, Bradley grows every instant. His persistence while reading is amazing. Though he is just starting to read, he has already become quite good. Once when he didn’t know a word, he asked me to help him, and then got it the next time that he saw it.

As a friend, Bradley is one of my best. If it is not cool to have a friend that is younger than you, than I guess that I am not cool. Every time that I see him, he greets me, and it is always the best part of my day. I enjoy every moment that we have together, and wish that we could have more.

As a buddy, Bradley and I work together great. He always adds ideas or strategies to whatever we are doing. Once when we were trying to make a three dimensional shape out of Popsicle sticks and model magic, I got stumped, and then Bradley had an idea that worked very well. I hope to see Bradley and I’s friendship grow, and can’t wait to see what he will do next.

Poem

This is another poem that I wrote, please give me feedback.

With dream of butterflies

And a long loved passion

For forgetting what has happened

Dreams have taken me through the years

Of leaving the world behind

Excerpt from: At Least Until I’m Ten

This is a piece from another narrative I wrote, please give me feedback.

I didn’t know how to feel about it. I was in a weird situation. I had done something and not even known it. This something that I did caused other people trouble, but I didn’t know that either. It wasn’t my fault, but what was my fault was asking my sister to take that video of my night terror.

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This is a poem that I wrote. Please give me some feedback.

The message

I wish I could send

But with no one to send to

 

The corners

I wish I could turn

Though the path is straight

 

The things

I wish

I could remember

 

In a mind

With nothing to offer