Here is a poem I wrote on the story "Catching Fire" “Catching Fire”
My life should have been blissful, after defeating the annual competition Instead I fHere is a poem I wrote on the story "Catching Fire" “Catching Fire”
My life should have been blissful, after defeating the annual competition Instead I felt remorse, which was not the doctor’s prescription I felt no feeling of conquer But the country of Panem kept me in high honor My feelings for Peeta had grown no larger But in my conquest to protect my family, I became quite a barger
A visit from President Snow came to be quite a surprise He thought my works in the Hunger Games would start an uprise He was set on some sort of compromise I felt no feeling of optimize I just wanted to kill him right there with my eyes “I must listen to him,” I thought to myself, if I didn’t it would be very unwise
We agreed with each other but that was not the end all be all For afterwards, was a series of unfortunate events that I’d hoped would fall The turmoil was rising all around town Should we stay and revolt Or just bolt Without a sound
Then something strange was announced It had never happened before The Capitol had renounced The 75th Quarter Quell, that would involve me and another cold war Lost and sad, I had no were to go Should I run for the halls? Or face the sadness and just go home alone. My only hope for saving Peeta this time in the games was my bow and arrow. I felt like this time the Games were much more of a danger zone.
Soon Peeta and I were gone, with only our memories left. Peeta’s chance in surviving were small, with his problem of deft. Haymitch recommended alliance, which was not my strong suit. But now was not the time to get into a dispute.
I put on my smile and acted all nice But once come the arena, I would purposefully forget Haymitch’s advice The Capitol thought this bloodblath amusing While I could just sense my body urging for abusing
The arena was filled with a clock like formula The deep jungle is well-balanced like a symphony of orchestra We all worked together to eat, sleep, and fight Secretly, our dreams were that each place we settled down Would not become someone’s next burial site. As the days went on, the arena was more like a ghost town.
Then a plan was devised, involving electricity This scheme was definitely full of complicity For now Peeta’s chance in the Games became much stronger I just hoped this execution wouldn’t take much longer. We had it all worked out, at 12 o’clock on the dot Lightning would hit the appropriate spot Away our enemies would flee Down to their deaths, as we all agree.
Slssshhhh! Cascading across the slippery slope we went Then we experienced darkness and an unexplainable event I lay upon the grass all covered in blood Sitting there pondering, as I was suddenly dragged through the mud
A hovercraft appears and takes me away And I think it is my future hell to pay Instead, it is a place that was set up for me And they tell me that Peeta is absentee The boy that I love may be gone forever And now is the time to be very, very clever. For my future holds, quite a lot of fighting For that is ok because it is quite exciting To know, that if I keep strong I will soon see the one whom with I belong.
-Liz Lee (I felt I couldn't write a book review on this story but a poem fit much better.)...more
Don't judge me. This book really wasn't that bad. Even though, I've never watched a 90210 episode (and don't plan on watching even after reading this)Don't judge me. This book really wasn't that bad. Even though, I've never watched a 90210 episode (and don't plan on watching even after reading this) her life was still some what appealing. Also, I didn't waste my money on buying this book it was my grandmother's surprisingly.