THE POETRY BOOK

INDEX

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I feel so all alone, I pretend to have the things I don't

And I am not the same to everyone

I hide

With the many masks I hold

Scared to show my real face.

 

One by one

You take each mask from me

Slowly, Patiently,

You lay them on a fire

Until I cling

Desperatly

To one last mask.

You wait for me to hand it over.

And I now do,

And you see my real face,

And you smile,

And I know

That I'm okay,

That you will protect me

And I finally feel safe,

To be me again.

 

By: Krista

 

Funky

( I will sue if someone copies!!!! =) have a nice day!)

 

when you say funky, what do you mean?

do you mean the 60's all wired and green. and when you say funky

green, what about the others?

when you say funky what do you mean? do you mean the 70's all druged

and seen? and when you say drugged, what about the innocent?

by innocent do you mean by standard or do you mean the guilty?

would you call funky and orange flower or would you call funky

a wicked power?

by funky do you mean groovy and by groovy do you mean sane.

cause to me funky is as funky does and funky see funky do.

when you say funky, what do you mean? do you mean a cyclops all

physched and mean? and when you say physched, don't you mean high?

when you say funky what do you mean? do you mean a barbia with pink

and green? when you say pink what do you mean? do you mean a

florescent or a navy? you see, to me funky is as funky does and funky

see funky do. would you call funky a florescent pink or would you

call funky a green sink?

FUNKY IS ONLY A POSSIBILITY! YOU CAN'T USE IT AS SOMETHING ELSE!

Do you like it? There actually is a point to that you know!? It

means that the English Language has no meaning!

 

By: Rebekah

 

Beginning Thoughts - and Jello

 

Today, a day so light in my eyes - everything fades in time

Keys open new doors, and close old ones

Strings are made to be plucked, bowed, tied and twisted

Angels that hover above change in time - grow with lace, covering their

secret pride

Jello in my fingertips oozes like the weed which grows strong around my

toes

I trip when it gets too tight

Rip it from me - and you'll be sorry

It is here for my benefit -

Although it doesn't taste like Jello, I still nibble away

Life changes in time -

Rosy cheeks become pale

Ribbons get tied, when grass gets choked on

On by little Winston dogs; who can't tell the difference

Pay attention to the *DETAILS shouldn't be scribbled over with Macaroni &

Cheese

named Crayola Crayons -

Only the bittersweet ones can

They are power in little sticks of wax

You know me so well

I think flowers mean well - pay attention to them

I love to dream

I love to dream

 

By: Alyssa

 

"RUNNING"

 

I'm running from something

I don't know what

A past, I fear,

That is catching up.

 

I keep trying

Trying to run faster

But it's getting there

And it's closing in.

 

I need a permanet escape

A way to leave forever

Maybe, just maybe, my past will slow down

And I can start anew.

 

I knock down all in my path,

And try to slow it down.

But it just grins at me

While I'm, running.

 

By: Krista

 

Lonely

 

Have I never looked into your eyes?

Have you never touched my tears?

Standing in the hallway, my shoes by the door.

The wind is in your hair.

I'm frozen by this feeling.

Are you turning inside or turning away?

For some reason, the line from a popular song keeps going through my head,

"Every little thing I do, your on my mind, your on my mind."

That is so true!

As I run through the park, I keep seeing you in the distance,

But alas, it is another person.

As my computer churns out data, I stare at your picture.

Absence is said to make the heart grow fonder,

Yet if my heart yearns any more for the sight of you,

I will explode.

Insanity is a comforting friend,

Calming me at night and allowing me to face the day.

The mighty structure is put on every morning;

When I get out of the shower the barricade is up.

No one can glimpse the hollowness in my eyes,

The starving of my soul,

The aching of my heart.

But, at the end of the day, when the city sleeps away, the hollowness returns.

My shoulders loosen, crushed by an unseen force.

Movement is difficult, likened more to the elderly instead of the young.

The pain returneth, brining along with it despair and anguish.

My nightly abide climaxes in the release from reality's tenuous grip.

A fitful rest awaits me, met only with another dawn without you,

Another day without you.

Somewhere, on small mote of dust in the farthest reaches of the Cosmos,

You are sleeping also.

Do you dream of me often?

Do you turn corners expecting to find me?

Have you turned to ask me a question, then noticed that I am gone?

Has your heart been torn asunder every time you do any task that we shared?

Can you find solace in looking up at the night sky, in the same manner that I do,

Wondering if I am thinking about you under the same night sky somewhere?

Do you feel me peering over your shoulder,

As I so truly wish to do?

I can only hope that in this vast and uncertain world,

Two people feel that bond, which unites them like no other,

Through the distance and the time.

 

By: Laura

 

Flossing

 

I looked at my reflection in the glass

And saw between my teeth what looked like moss

I thought "Good Lord! How could I be so careless?!"

And reached at once for my beloved floss.

I wrapped it round my fingers, pulled it taut,

Then dug between my cuspids, first of all.

A flash of passion made my blood run hot--

All forms of hygiene, next to flossing, pall.

Then out came the wondrous thread,

Extracting from the dirty bits of slime.

I thought " 'twould be a shame if my gums bled,

But nonetheless, this flossing is essential."

At last my teeth were clean, the deed was done.

You too, my friend, should floss. It's lots of fun.

 

By: Laura

BOYS

A heart is not a play thing,

a heart is not a toy,

but if you want it broken,

Just give it to a boy.

 

Boys they like to play with things

To see what makes them run,

But when it comes to kissing,

They do it just for fun.

 

Boys never give their hearts away

They play us girls for fools,

They wait untill we give our hearts

And then they play it cool.

 

You will wonder where he is a night

You will wonder if hes true,

One moment you will be happy,

One moment you will be blue.

 

If you get a chance to see him

Your heart begins to dance

Your life revolves around him,

There's nothing like romance.

 

And then it starts to happen,

You worry day and night

You see, my friend, you're losing him

It never turns out right.

 

Boys are great, though immature

The price you pay is high,

He may seem sweet and gorgeous

But remember, hes a guy.

 

Don't fall in love with just a boy

That takes alot of nerve.

You see, my friend, you need a man

To get what you deserve.

 

So when you think that you're in love,

Be careful if you can

Before you give your heart away

Make sure that hes a man.

 

By: unknown

The Universal Rx

No moving parts, no batteries.

No monthly payments and no fees;

Inflation proof, non-taxable,

In fact, it's quite relaxable;

     

It can't be stolen, won't pollute,

One size fits all, do not dilute.

It uses little energy,

But yields results enormously.

  

Relieves your tension and your stress,

Invigorate your happiness;

Combats depression, makes you beam,

And elevates your self esteem!

     

Your circulation it corrects

Without unpleasant side effects

It is, I think, the perfect drug:

May I prescribe, my friend,... the hug!

(and, of course, fully returnable!) 

 

By: Jordi   

CONFUSED

 

My knees start to shake,

when you're in sight.

My minds filled with wonder,

my heart with fright

 

When will this feeling stop?

When did it start?

How can I listen to my mind,

Without breaking my heart?

 

I'm so confused,

what should I do?

I can't think of anything,

except of you.

 

Should I ignore you?

Or just give it time?

I can't think straight,

my heart controls my mind!

 

By: unknown

----Angel----

 

Just a glimpse of your angel face

Was enough to set my heart a pace

Our eyes met, and this you know

For speedly you looked away, as to say so

Why oh why?, I did not respond

To shy to admit what was beyond

Your hair blond and angel blue eyes to match

The trap of beauty set to catch

And in the crowd you watched and waited

Your hook ready, set, and baited

A second time our eyes met

My heart again was set

And again! you looked away

While I bleed to say

My heart and mucsel roars

Why not me?, to be yours

But the love I seek belongs to another man

Pardon my curse but I say Dam!

For I cannot compeate with the likes of he

Though you are seperated by the vast sea

But it is present, and past is what I regret

At the base of a mountain I could have beget

A friendship and more with only you

One with trust and truth as the sky is blue

With all this in mind, I ponder so

As to ask one question, but now I know

Why angels are ment for Heaven not earth

Because an angel has more worth

So not my heart alone could buy

Your love forever, and ever, and ever......

 

By: Snow Flake

Xena

 

Xena is at battle,

She dosen't own any cattle.

 

Xena uses her sword,

Not to cut a board,

But an old New Zealand Lord.

 

Xena fights,

With good insights,

and stays up late Friday nights,

I've never seen her in tights.

 

Xena's cool,

She breezed through elementry school,

She kicked everyones butt in high school,

We know she's no fool,

She just rules.

 

By: Ryan

The Value of Time

To realize the value of one year: Ask a student who has failed a

final exam.

 

To realize the value of one month:

Ask a mother who has given birth to a premature baby.

 

To realize the value of one week:

Ask an editor of a weekly newspaper.

 

To realize the value of one hour:

Ask the lovers who are waiting to meet.

 

To realize the value of one minute:

Ask the person who has missed the train, bus or plane.

 

To realize the value of one second:

Ask a person who has survived an accident.

 

To realize the vaue of a millisecond:

Ask the person who has won a silver medal in the Olympics.

 

Time waits for no one. Treasure every moment you have.

You will treasure it even more when you can share it with someone

special.

 

By: Unknown

 

Friendship

Friendship is a strange thing....

We find ourselves telling each other the deepest details of our lives...

Things we don't even share with our families who raised us...

But what is a friend?

A confidant? A lover? A fellow e-mail junkie? A shoulder to cry on?

An ear to listen? A heart to feel?...

A friend is all these things... and more.

 

No matter where we met,....I call you friend.

A word so small...yet so large in feeling...

A word filled with emotion.

It is true great things come in small packages.

 

Once the package of friendship has been opened, it can never be closed...

It is a constant book always written...

Waiting to be read...

And enjoyed.

 

We may have our disagreements...

We may argue...

We may concern one another...

Friendship is a unique bond that lasts through it all....

 

A part of me is put into my friends...

some it is my humour...

some it is my listening ear...

some it is real life experiences...

some it is my romanticism...

but with all, it is friendship.

 

Friendships forged are a construct stronger than steel built as a foundation.... necessary for life...

and necessary for love.

 

Friends, you and me....

you brought another friend...

and then there were 3...

we started our group...

Our circle of friends...

and like that circle...

there is no beginning or end...

By: Unknown

Flowers

(Daniel assumes no responsibility for phsycological damage after reading this poem. If you dare, try and visualize the poem as you are reading it.)

 

Jelly feels like an open closet of chicken toothpaste,

Air is a form of nitroglycerine soufflée,

Wood is as fragile as pizza

and meatloaf reminds me of a beautiful metallic canoe.

 

An empty jar is full of grass molasses,

Walls smell like cream potatoes,

Why do eyewash stations have chicken counters?

and a heater makes egg yogourt out of windows.

 

A shelf eats concrete potatoe jam,

Atile floor feels like squishy eggplant,

A shadow mimics dust fish carcasses,

and burlap and stewed frog brains don't have champagne parties.

 

A stool runs over a lady with a green fish license,

A sleeping pasteurizer clears shower condensers,

couches remove dust and wax build-up,

and chairs don't tell secrets to Bahamian toga socks.

Skunk liver reminds me of processed pina colada chips'

Tents eat ashfault flavoured metamucile smooth,

Goldish grey blueberries are made by casserole fungus and cornbread,

and pudding and insect repellent have a midnight pow wow before a penguine sacrifice to a squashed praying mantis with no teeth.

(Seeing a patern developing here?................didn't think so)

 

Achair is to stencil grass as a spider yo-yo is to a dead cow,

Allama is to rainbow cheese wombats as beef lettuce is to a christmas phone carpet,

An easy bake oven is to peat moss as penut butter is to a dyslexic ant,

and plastic flavoured cherries are to flag pole people as Russian ducks are to Greek plasticine delicacies.

 

Conclusion: all of these facts lead to the conclusion that figgy dishwashers and cardboard are a balanced diet.

 

P.S. Anything goes with electric fences.

 

The End?

 

By: Apple-eh (me)

GIRLS

There are many good things in life,

like cars, money, and weed.

But if you want something confusing,

a girl is all you need.

 

A girl doesn't say what she wants,

but you're somehow supposed to know.

If they want to do this or do that,

stay here, stay there, or just go.

 

Then there's the time, you all know what I mean,

that monthly little joy.

That lets them abuse the shit out of you,

just for being a boy.

 

If you ever dare look at another girl,

they seem to scream, go on, and panic.

But watch how fast they ignore you,

at the sight of that queer from Titanic.

 

They give you questions like "Am I fat?",

and "If you could go with one of my friends, who?".

There is no answer, face the facts,

you are defiantly through.

 

They take nothing and blow it up,

and make a tremendous fuss.

So girls, no matter what you think,

you are just as hard to understand as us.

By: Unknown

STAND

I stand outside

Of all of you.

 

I tried to fit in.

I tried to mould to your "ideal".

 

But I still

Couldn't fit in.

 

I tried to be myself.

Not even that worked.

 

I soon let myself fade.

It was the only thing I had left to do.

 

You never saw

What you all did to me.

 

Your words...

Your actions...

 

They all hit my core.

They all broke my spirit.

 

I died inside,

And no one seemed to care.

 

But I have tread this path so long.

I now look around me.

 

I now see,

I have so much.

 

All of you have done something for me,

Something I don't think you ever realised you would.

 

You haven't killed my very being,

You have rebuilt my inner soul.

 

I stood outside of all of you once,

Now, I simply stand...

By: Krista