Here is the tenth page of poetry. If you are interested in posting your poetry please e-mail me and I will create a web page with all of our poetry on it. You could even send short stroies or anything of that nature. E-mail me at uchicago2006@hotmail.com to be added. Don't forget that under each poem is the name of the author with a link back to their profile.

The right words to you from me eludes me
but...
If you had the chance to gaze, even for a precious second, into the brown depths of my eyes...
You would see the adoration my heart holds for you
You declare your feelings for me so positively
If I had the chance to seal your sweet lips, whispering my name, with mine...
You would feel the appreciation I possess for you
Maybe if you knew your words put me on cloud nine...
If you heard my loving voice sing you what my eyes are saying...
Maybe I could return the favor...
So next time let me show you exactly how much I love you

By: Coya Castro

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A Waste

What a waste today is going to be
not wanted
not needed
not cared for
yet still here
A waste of perfectly good time
I don't feel like using

Classes are a waste today and probably
for two to three days
Don't feel good
Don't want to stay

Ah lunch even you my friends are
little comfort on this wasting day
Don't want to eat
Don't feel like talking
Don't feel like doing nothing but
running
away from today

Sitting here writing poems some
teachers would say not productive
I might agree
For today I feel unproductive
Where are my friends
Do I even have those
If I do
I don't see them
cause not there any more
Don't feel better not really
I forgot something at home isn't that just dandy!
Almost time for class
Don't feel classy today
maybe I'll daydream the day away
Since it's a waste of time I
don't feel like using

By: Coya Castro

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Blank

I'm blank I want to write sweet words.
I want to write poignant poems to touch your bliss.
I want to scribble sweet poignant stories and pass them to you in class
so you won't be so complacent all the time.
But, alas Senor, I am not that vindictive as to write bitter-sweet words on paper and send to you
just so you can unbreak Joey's ascetic heart.
It's hard to put into words but I know you feel remorse
but I am not going to cajole you with biiter-sweet, pensive, poignant, meaningless words

cuz Joey doesn't beg

By: Coya Castro

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