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Untitled
By Emily Jones
We survived two schools, here comes the last
Do you think time has moved too fast?
We're taller, stronger, smarter, too
But are we ready to be through?
Sometimes we want to be grown up
And sometimes we just want to stop
To think about our childhood
And all that was innocent and good
We just want to reminisce
To sink into nostalgic bliss
But the future's coming, fast and strong
Now it won't be much too long
Before we're seniors, scared but sure
Smart, mature, yet insecure
But we will make it to the end
As long as we are always friends.
*sniffle*
Inside
By Melissa Collette
Bottled up inside
Are the words I never said,
The feelings that I hide,
The lines you never read.
You can see it in my eyes,
Read it on my face:
Trapped inside are lies
Of the past I can't replace.
With memories that linger-
Won't seem to go away.
Why can't I be happier?
Today's a brand-new day.
Yesterdays are over,
Even though the hurting's not.
Nothing lasts forever,
I must cherish what I've got.
Don't take my love for granted,
For soon it will be gone-
All you ever wanted
Of the love you thought you'd won.
The hurt I'm feeling now
Won't disappear overnight,
But someway, somehow,
Everything will turn out all right.
No more wishing for the past.
It wasn't meant to be.
It didn't seem to last,
So I have to set him free.
No Matter What Happens
By Alison Mary Forbes
I remember a time when each day was long,
When the world was a playground and my life was a song,
And I fluttered through years with barely a care,
Ignoring the future and what waited there.
School was intriguing and filled with delights.
I played away daytimes and dreamed away nights.
My parents assured me I had nothing to fear,
And that no matter what happened, they'd always be there.
Little I knew of a world outside home,
Where tragedy, sorrow and murder could roam.
All I saw were blue skies, rainbows and stars.
I looked past destruction of buildings and cars.
As a child my biggest concern was just me;
I had to be happy, I had to be free.
And if I was content, I would not shed a tear,
And no matter what happened, I still would be here.
But as I grew up, darkness starts to set it;
My bright world has turned to concrete and tin.
I now see the violence I looked past before;
My friends start to die and my heart hits the floor.
Deadly diseases claim the people I love,
There are landfills below me, pollution above.
I often think back to when life was a game.
But no matter what happens, it can't be the same.
There are days whern I just want to break down and howl,
To give up completely, to throw in the towel,
But I hold my head high and push my way through.
I have too much to give and so much to do.
And I make a vow that, though it'll be hard,
I'll go on with a smile and play every card.
I'll give all I can, help others and love.
No matter what happens, life will bloom again,
And the strength I don't have will come from above.
So come, take my hand, and through darkness we will sail-
If we all join together we never can fail.
We'll remember to care, remember to feel,
And no matter what happens, our world we will heal.
Unknown...
I am a tiny angel
I'm smaller than your thumb:
I live in people's pockets
That's where I have my fun
I don't suppose you've seen me,
I'm too tiny to detect:
Though I'm with you all the Time,
I doubt we've ever met.
Before I was an Angel...
I was a fairy in a flower:
God, Himself, hand-picked me,
And gave me Angel power.
Now God has many Angels That He trains in
Angel pools:
We become His eyes, and ears, and hands
We become His special tools.
And because God is so busy,
With way too much to do;
He said that my assignment
Is to keep close watch on you.
When He tucked me in your Pocket
He blessed you with Angel care;
Then told me to never leave you,
And I vowed always to be there.
By Emily Jones [Again!]
Its not easy being teen
A walking emotional mess
Being told day after day
How to act and how to dress
Teens have to deal with parents
And their incessant nagging
They have to deal with fashion
Spaghetti straps and sagging
Teens must learn to handle
Crushes and heartbreak
They have to learn to realize
Their love was a mistake
Teens must manage school
Teachers and detention
And cliques and snobs and other groups
Based upon pretension
Teenage girls have it worst
In the great hormonal mess
Boys, I know, have problems too
But not like P.M.S.
Teens all want to be unique
But they all are also scared
Of being harshly ridiculed
Receiving shuns and stares
Teens must handle pressures
Family, school, and more
Should I smoke drugs, or do I
Have way much more to live for?
Teens are plagued by everything
Obstacles block their way
They sometimes just can't wait for
Their twentieth birthday
But then again, teens can have fun
As they're growing older
While learning from all their mistakes
Teens grow strong and bolder
Teens have friends who make them laugh
Despite their many trials
Friends can make sobs and sadness
Give way to cheerful smiles
We're going to have rough times
We'll have to blow off steam
But if we're tough, we will survive
Our years of being teen
By Jenna!
If you need me,
You know where I'll be
I'll be there for you
Just like the old days
And for a fleeting moment
We'll be friends again.
Then you will continue
Along your way
And I'll be nothing
Except a fading memory
But if you need me,
You know where I'll be
By Kristi!
As I lay on my back
looking up at the sky,
I feel the night air
bouncing through the stars
Into a place
I wish I could go
where dreams come true
and imagination runs wild
A place where there isn't a care
and anything is possible.
You can dance through the rain
and skip through a sunny field.
As I lay in the grass
thinking and wishing,
My eylids grow heavy
I let them rest
and drifted into a deep sleep
I was in the place I imagined
my dream came true
the world was perfect
for a moment or two.
Unknown...Sorry...
Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Do you run through each day
On the fly?
When you ask "How are you?"
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?
You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Ever told your child,
We'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say "Hi"?
You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through you day,
It is like an unopened gift.... Thrown away.
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.
By MONA!
She has played this role one too many times
the role of someone who talks and thinks in rhymes
she follows the road that is led by her heart
yet always it leads her to the very same part
the masquerade is filled with hopes and fears
but it is always she who drowns in tears
throughout the show many battles are fought
however, it seems all but she are taught
taught to wear a shield made of gold
and allow all except the heart to be sold
"never let them stab you there
and never, ever let them know you care
the weakest part of a human being
is the heart that lacks a sense of seeing"
these words she never learned,
so now she lays, scarred and burned
the would she has will never heal
for the weapon used was neither iron or steel
had it been a knife...she could cope
but the wound that kills is loss of hope
they then left her heart to die alone
alone in a place where no sun is shone
a land where the horizon can not be found
and shattering dreams are the only sound
a room with no walls to hang up her dreams
and no one around to hear all her screams.
By Yogurt!
Staring at the mirror,
Watching the years gone by.
Waiting for the train.
How does it go again?
Inattentive children.
Incandescent beauty.
Skipping rope on the sidewalk.
How does it go again?
Screaming for exemption.
Screaming for a change.
Cynical--degrading
How does it go again?
Rising sun in the west.
Setting sun in the east.
Flower blooming in winter.
How does it go again?
Careening up a hill.
Flying with cardboard wings.
Palpable man in the moon.
How does it go again?
How does it go again?
By Kristi!
Fragments of a soul
shattered on the floor
Pieces of personality
lying broken on the floor
The only parts left to see
You should have cared yesterday,
for now it is too late
Your pointed words, off-hand comments, stereotypes, harsh looks
stir an unsteady base
of a lost beauty
fragile
A pity, you see the mess you've made,
and only now can see what you did
You say the knives you call joking words,
were not meant to hurt
it was somehow my fault, so fragile
Tell me now,
why you didn't expect the delicate beauty of a flower
Fragments of my soul
will you try to fit my pieces together,
solve the intricate puzzles of my heart,
or simply sweep up the mess?
The pictures are clear
my soul held no lies
will you even look?
There's so much to know
Will you read the poems,
the stories of life and loss,
feel the surging emotions,
at least respect my past?
The tears I would never let you see
ran deep,
raining inside of me
soothing the sorrow, deep dark inside
where I have to hide
Now the skies weep for me,
release the emotions I couldn't
cleansing, purifying the earth,
you have another chance
some do not,
fragments of a soul,
scattered on the floor.
By Kristi!
Empty paper screams to me
begging for origianl thoughts,
creativity, poetry, lyrics, stories,
for mercy, don't waste the opportunity on lecture notes or silly babbling
The soft feel of the top page in a notebook
calls to my hand
my imagination goes wild,
no longer restricted to the lines
pictures, emotion, life, flows
a surge of energy
Of this is what notebook paper dreams
Unknown...I got it from a forward.
I went to a party, and remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom so I had a sprite instead.
I felt proud of myself, the way you said I would, that I didn't drink and drive,
though some friends said I should.
I made a healthy choice, and your advice to me was right, the party finally ended,
and the kids drove out of sight.
I got into my car, sure to get home in one piece,
I never knew what was coming, Mom.
something I expected least.
Now I'm lying on the pavement, And I hear the policeman say,
The kid that caused this wreck was drunk,"
Mom, His voice seems far away.
My own blood's all around me, as I try hard not to cry.
I can hear the paramedic say, “This girl is going to die.”
I'm sure the guy had no idea, while he was flying high,
because he chose to drink and drive, now I would have to die.
So why do people do it, Mom Knowing that it ruins lives?
And now the pain is cutting me, like a hundred stabbing knives.
Tell sister not to be afraid, Mom tell daddy to be brave, and when I go to Heaven,
put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave.
Someone should have taught him, that its wrong to drink and drive.
Maybe if his parents had, I'd still be alive.
My breath is getting shorter, Mom I'm getting really scared.
These are my final moments, and I'm so unprepared.
I wish that you could hold me Mom, as I lie here and die.
I wish that I could say I love you, Mom
So I love you and good-bye.
Also from a Forward-
I knelt to pray but not for long, I had too much to do.
I had to hurry and get to work For bills would soon be due.
So I knelt and said a hurried prayer, And jumped up off my knees.
My Christian duty was now done My soul could rest at ease.
All day long I had no time To spread a word of cheer.
No time to speak of Christ to friends, They'd laugh at me I'd fear.
No time, no time, too much to do, That was my constant cry.
No time to give to souls in need. But at last the time, the time to die.
I went before the Lord, I came, I stood with downcast eyes.
For in his hands God held a book; It was the book of life.
God looked into his book and said "Your name I cannot find. I once was going to write it down...
But never found the time"
unknown, form a forward AGAIN
Near to the door
he paused to stand
as he took his class ring
off her hand
all who were watching
did not speak
as a silent tear
ran down his cheek
and through his mind
the memories ran
of the moments they walked and ran in the sand, hand and hand
but now her eyes were so terribly cold
for he would never again
have her to hold
they watched in silence
as he bent near
and whispered the words...
"I LOVE YOU" in her ear
he touched her face and started to cry
as he put on his ring and wanted to die
and just then the wind began to blow
as they lowered her casket
into the snow....
this is what happens
to man alive.....
when friends let friends....
drink and drive.
I really need to start finding out the authors...
Around the corner I have a friend,
In this great city that has no end,
Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,
And before I know it, a year is gone.
And I never see my old friends face,
For life is a swift and terrible race,
He knows I like him just as well,
As in the days when I rang his bell
And he rang mine, we were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men.
Tired of playing a foolish game,
Tired of trying to make a name.
"Tomorrow" I say "I will call on Jim"
"Just to show that I'm thinking of him."
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
And distance between us grows and grows.
Around the corner!- yet miles away,
"Here's a telegram sir" "Jim died today."
And that's what we get and deserve in the end.
Around the corner, a vanished friend.
Remember to always say what you mean.
If you love someone, tell them.
Don't be afraid to express yourself.
Reach out and tell someone what they mean to you.
Because when you decide that it is the right time it might be too late.
Seize the day. Never have regrets.
And most importantly, stay close to your friends and family, for they have helped make you the person that you are today.
This was written by a terminally ill child from New York.
Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Do you run through each day
On the fly?
When you ask how are you?
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?
You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Ever told your child,
We'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say,"hi"
You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift....
Thrown away.
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.
This poem was written by a Marine stationed in Okinawa Japan.
Twas the night before Christmas,
He lived all alone,
In a one bedroom house made of
plaster and stone.
I had come down the chimney
with presents to give,
and to see just who
in this home did live.
I looked all about,
and a strange sight I did see.
No tinsel, no presents,
not even a tree.
No stocking by mantle,
Just boots filled with sand.
On the wall hung pictures
of far distant lands.
With medals and badges,
Awards of all kinds,
A sober thought
came through my mind.
For this house was different,
It was dark and dreary.
I found the home of a soldier,
Once I could see clearly.
The soldier lay sleeping,
silent, alone.
Curled up on the floor
In this one bedroom home.
The face was so gentle,
The room in such disorder,
not how I pictured
a United States soldier.
Was this the hero
of whom I’d just read?
Curled up on a poncho,
the floor for a bed?
I realized the families
that I saw this night,
Owed their lives to these soldiers
Who were willing to fight.
Soon round the world
The children would play,
And grownups would celebrate
A bright Christmas Day.
They all enjoyed freedom
each month of the year,
because of the soldiers
like the one lying here.
I couldn’t help wonder
how many lay alone,
on a cold Christmas Eve,
in a land far from home.
The very thought
brought a tear to my eye,
I dropped to my kness
and started to cry.
The soldier awakened,
and I heard a rough voice,
“Santa, don’t cry,
This life is my choice;
I fight for freedom,
I don’t ask for more,
My life is my God,
My country, My corps.”
The soldier rolled over
and drifted to sleep,
I couldn’t control it,
I continued to weep.
I kept watch for hours,
so silent and still
And we both shivered
from the cold night’s chill.
I didn’t want to leave
on that cold, dark night,
this guaridan of honor,
so willing to fight.
The the soldier rolled over,
with a voice soft and pure,
whispered, “Carry on, Santa,
It’s Christmas Day, All is secure.”
One look at my watch,
and I knew he was right.
“Merry Christmas my friend,
and to All a Good Night.”
By, [you guessed it!] Unknown. I stole it from Kyla's info. Enjoy.
yes, yes, yes, us people are just poems
we're 90% metaphor
with a leanness of meaning
approaching hyper distillation
and once upon a time
we were moonshine
rushing down the throat of a giraffe
yes, rushing down the long hallway despite what the PA announcement said
yes, rushing down the long stairs
with the whiskey of eternity fermented and distilled to eighteen minutes
burning on our tongues
down our throats
down the hall
down the stairs
in a building so tall
that it will always be there
yes it's part of a pair there
on the bow of Noah's Ark
the most prestigious couple
just kicking back parked
against a perfectly blue sky
on a morning beatific
in its Indian Summer breeze
on the day that America
fell to its knees
after strutting around for a century
without saying thank you or please
and the shock was subsonic
and the smoke was deafening
between the setup and the punch line
because we were all on time
for work that day
we all boarded that plane for to fly
and then when the fires were raging
we all climbed up on the windowsill
and then we all held hands
and jumped into the sky
every borough looked up when it heard the first blast
and then every dumb action movie was summarily surpassed
and the exodus uptown by foot and motorcar
looked more like war than anything I've seen so far
yes it looked more like war than anything I've seen so far
so fierce and ingenious,
a poetic specter so far gone
that every jackass newscaster was struck dumb and stumbling
over 'oh my god' and 'this is unbelievable' and on and on
and i'll tell you what, while we're at it,
you can keep the pentagon,
you can keep the propaganda
and each and every tv
that's been trying to convince me
to participate in some prep school punk's plan
to perpetuate retribution
perpetuate retribution
even as the blue toxic smoke of our lesson in retribution
is still hanging in the air
and there's ash on our shoes
and there's ash in our hair
and there's a fine silt on every mantle
from hell's kitchen to brooklyn
and the streets are full of stories sudden twists and near misses
and soon every open bar is crammed to the rafters
with tales of narrowly averted disasters
and the whiskey is flowing like never before
as all over the country folks just shake their heads, and pour
so...
here's a toast to all the folks who live in Palestine, and Iraq, and El Salvador.
here's a toast to the folks living on the Pine Ridge Reservation with GI Joe still coming
back for more
here's a toast to all those nurses and doctors who daily provide women with a choice
who stand down a threat the size of Oklahoma City just to listen to a young woman's
here's a toast to all the folks on death row right now awaiting hot oil or guillotine
who are shackled there with dread and can only escape into their heads to find peace in the form of a dream
cause take away our Playstations
and we are a 3rd world nation
under the thumb
of some blue blood royal son
who bought the Oval Office in that phony election
while we're at it, let me state unequivocally,
he is not President of Me, he is not President of me
'cause i, i am a poem heeding hyper distillation
i've got no room for a lie so verbose
i'm looking out over my whole human family
and i'm raising my glass in a toast
here's to our last drink of fossil fuels,
let us vow to get off of this sauce
shoo away the swarms of commuter planes
and find that train ticket we lost
'cause once upon a time the line followed the river
and peeked into all the backyards
where the laundry was waving out on the line
and the graffiti was teasing us from brick walls and bridges
we were rolling over ridges
through valleys under stars
i dream of touring like Duke Ellington in my own railroad car
i dream of waiting on the big wooden benches
in the grand station aglow with grace
and then standing out on the platform and feeling the air on my face
give back the night its distant whistle
give back the night its distant whistle
give the darkness back its soul
give the big oil companies the finger finally
and relearn how to rock and roll
yes, the lessons are all around us
and the truth is waiting there
so it's time to pick through the rubble
clean the streets
and clear the air
tell our government to pull its big dick out of the sand of someone else's desert
and put it back in its pants
and quit the hypocritical chants of 'freedom forever'
cause when one lone phone rang in two thousand and one
at ten after nine on nine one one, which is the number we all called
when that lone phone rang right off the wall right off our desk
and down the long hall down the long stairs
in the building so tall
that the whole world stopped
just to watch it fall
and while we're at it
remember the first time around
the bomb
the Ryder Truck
the Parking Garage
the Princess that didn't even feel pity
remember joking around in our apartment on avenue d?
"can you imagine how many paper coffee cups would have to change their design following a fantastical reversal of the new york skyline?"
it was a joke
of course it was a joke at the time
it was just a few years ago
so let the record show
that the fbi was all over that case
the plot was obvious and in everybody^Òs face
and scoping the scene religiously
was the cia or is it kgb?
committing countless crimes against humanity
with this kind of eventuality
as its excuse for abuse
after expensive abuse
and they didn't have a clue
look another window to see through
way up here on the 104th floor
look another key another door
10% literal and 90% metaphor
5000 some poems disguised as people
on an almost too perfect day
they must be more than just poems
in some asshole's passion play
so now it's your job
and it's my job
to make it that way
to make sure they didn't die in vain
shhh, listen baby... hear the train?