Poetry
Love:
Love is hate,
Love is hurt,
Love is tears,
All from the heart.
Love is deep,
Love is anxiety,
Anxiety is evil,
Evil is hell,
And you ask me,
What's wrong?
When my answer
Is simple.
Love hurts,
When you don't love,
Hurts worse.
Valentines Day:
A day full of love,
Of deep yearning
For a certain someone,
That one person
Worth everything you love,
A feeling so deep
That few feel it true,
Then others watch
And jealousy envelopes
As couples stare
And share their will,
Until,
Those others get something,
A surprise, still a dream,
A simple rose,
Red, bright, and beautiful.
Symbolizing the truth
Behind that day
When you find someone
Following that rose,
On Valentine's Day.
The Faerie:
Where do I come from?
What am I?
Do you know?
Do I belong to you?
Or the boy by the river?
Do you know?
Do I have strong feelings?
Am I annoying?
Do you know?
I am a faerie,
Small and smart.
For me
Knowledge is the key.
The fight
The strong will
Of this boy
Is the key.
Did you guess yet?
I am Navi.
Real:
See this smile?
This smile is fake.
Hear this laugh?
My laugh is fake.
Feel this happiness?
This happiness is fake.
See this tear?
This tear is real.
You can see them all
Only one is real
Only one is true
One.
Quit:
Why can't I quit?
Quit all of this?
All of this trauma?
All of this crying?
All of this sadness?
It's too much
For someone like me.
It's too much
To go through.
I've tried to stop.
Stop the trauma,
Stop the crying,
Stop the sadness.
Why can't I stop?
Why can't I quit?
Forget it all happened?
It's too painful
Too depressing
Too painful
Too much
For me.
Woods of Mystery:
You go to this forest
many times you may,
Walk along a path
And accidentially stray.
Follow our music
And come into the wood,
Where light never touches
The path in where you stood.
One who gets lost
Becomes one of us,
Dances with our music
And listens to our lust.
So if you ever get lost
In these woods, you see
You shall meet us stalkids
In the Woods of Mystery.
Hallway:
Bright; no paintings
White; just white.
Plain, dull, eerie.
Quiet, no faces
But echoing yells
From the gym.
Lockers, all closed
Closed, no slams
All deserted.
Like a silent
hospital corridor
No faces.
Just the white
Just the echoes
Just the light
Just...
The white.
9th Grade Hallway:
It was 9th Grade
In the hallway
Sarah said, "HEY!"
And all was okay.
I had some Tang
In the 9th grade
When Sarah said, "HEY!"
It was a great day.
In that hallway
In the month of March
No, It wasn't May,
It was March, dang!
Anyways, it wasn't May
It was 9th grade
The school hallway
That very day
When Sarah said, "Hey!"
And I sniffed some tang
And the day wasn't gray
It was a great Day!
Like a Bird:
A bird in a cage,
With nowhere to fly,
I talk to people
But they just walk by.
I give them a tweet
They give me a glance,
I give them music
They give me no chance.
What is it like outside
Outside this cage?
What is the world,
A neverending age?
I'm a beautiful bird in a cage
AndI have nowhere to fly,
Although I talk to people
All they do is walk by.
One Cloud:
A soft breeze against my face,
The smell of salt in the air.
A nighttime chill, enough for a jacket,
As I fall asleep on the porch in my chair.
The sky turns a shade of deep blue,
And the horizon, a light shade of teal.
Silence is heard except for the waves,
Melancholy it all makes me feel.
I look up at a blanket of stars,
Then gaze around at the sea.
There hovers one cloud on the ocean,
Pink and purple; no thoughts, so free.
As I gaze it turns a shade of navy,
Thunder rumbles and lightning flashes.
The cloud nears the shore followed by wind,
And it fades to the silent color of ashes.
The sky lights up and crackles,
I slowly walk inside the house.
From the window I watch the cloud,
One cloud, so quiet, creeping slowly
Like a mouse.
One cloud all alone in the sky tonight
Followed by many flashes…
So bright.
Silent Death:
2-12-02
Have you ever felt,
Like Death is the way?
All problems gone,
In a simple split second.
Then a thought,
About family and friends,
And ones you love,
Who do not love you.
Makes you think,
About good times.
Parties, school, dances,
The dances.
The heart burns,
But tears do not come.
They have gone;
There are no more.
Which brings you back,
To the death, the way.
Death, how I wish,
It would come,
End the firey sorrow.
Dog and Cat:
Cat,
Oh, thy cat.
How thou sleeps,
And purrs so softly,
Is strange to me!
How thou lands,
And runs so softly.
Cleans the fur,
And laps the water,
Out of the toilet bowl,
But falls in,
For thou is so small!
Reminds thee of thy dog!
Dog,
Oh, thy dog.
How friendly thou are,
How thou chases cars,
And barks so loudly.
Until, that day,
That dreadful day,
When thou gets run over,
By thou happy car.
I weep,
Then pet thy cat.
Truth in the Talent
3-13-02
Confidence, realism, purity.
Emotions, expressions, gestures.
All the world is a stage.
Life in itself is the actor.
I am an actor.
I come with confidence,
With realism,
With purity onto the stage.
I show with emotions,
With expressions,
With gestures on the stage.
An actor has an aura.
A colorful aura.
When angry, this turns red.
When happy, this turns yellow.
When sad, the aura turns blue.
This aura may fade into the scenery,
Or it will grow,
With the character of the actor.
An actor comes with talent.
A talent to show the world
How life can be for a simple person.
I am an actor.
I come with confidence.
With realism, with purity.
I am an actor.
I act with emotions,
With expressions, with gestures.
I am an actor.
Do I have talent?
Graduation
5-16-02
Sitting here, I think of you.
Each of you…
How you made me, who I am today.
There are so many, yet only a special few.
I remember…
When I walk down the hallway.
I hear your voice and see your smile.
I think…
I think of how you have blessed me.
Every time you smile,
Every time you touch my heart.
You don’t know…
How much I love you.
A poem can tell more than simple words.
I watch…
I’ll watch you cross that field (hopefully),
And I’ll smile from ear to ear.
I’ll know…
I know I’ll see you again.
But I remember…
When I first met you,
I thought it would go on forever.
A never ending friendship.
How I was wrong…
We’ll always be friends,
And when I laugh at WHS,
In Jessi’s words,
I hope your laughing at your college.
Big Brother
5-16-02
I always wondered what it would be like,
To have an older sibling,
Like a brother.
Now I know because I met you.
I may have gotten mad
At you once or twice.
But I forgive,
And I forget.
How long have
I been your little sister?
How long have
You been my big brother?
Three years?
Time flies by, doesn’t it.
Even though you,
Don’t use me as a punching bag,
Like I’ve heard that big brothers do,
I still love to punch you.
It’s a sign of “affection”
For three years we’ve
Rollerbladed, danced,
Jumped on the trampoline together.
Me, you, and my sister.
We’ve stuck by each other,
Well, you’ve stuck by me.
You have given me rides,
When I couldn’t get to school.
You’ve listened to me
Argue about guys,
Even though you are one.
And now I watch you.
You are growing up.
You’ve been in band forever,
Been in the plays,
And the choir concerts.
And now you work at Wal-mart.
And tomorrow you
Walk down the aisle in the field (hopefully).
I’ll watch and I’ll record you.
Eventually,
You’ll read this.
You’ll say “Shannon!!!”
And give me a big hug.
That’ll probably be
Over the summer,
When you come
Rollerblading up here
Once again.
What else can I say,
This poem is too long!
Hey Joe, what do you know,
I wrote a poem about you, bro.
I love you!
Love You
--Oct 8, 02
I just want to,
Be able to love you.
And for you,
To love me back.
My heart keeps sayin’
For me to keep takin’
These steps I take,
To get closer to you.
My mind is telling
Me to quit trying.
It’s no use,
I just get hurt again.
I look at myself,
And the mirror reflects
How I feel inside
Through my masked eyes.
Everytime I see you,
The same feeling brews,
I got the need
To be around you.
Baby, can’t you
Understand how I feel?
I want to be with you,
Or just to be near you…
Cuz I can’t stand,
The stuff I go through,
When your not around,
I feel like I’m lost.
I just want to,
Be about to love you.
And for you,
To love me back.
Is that so hard,
To ask?
Deepest Fear
--Dec 31, 2002
A deepest fear,
A darkest dream.
To never be loved,
To never be seen.
For no one to know,
That I am here.
That I exist,
Is my darkest fear.
Would you notice,
If I was absent from school?
If I was lying in my room,
Feeling like such a fool.
Would you care,
If one day I died.
I just slit my wrist,
And layed there and cried?
What is the Lord,
Trying to tell me?
Am I not supposed to,
Have anyone near me?
I need support,
I know I’m weak.
I don’t know what else to say,
I’m unable to speak.
Please love me,
As I do for you.
If I love you,
Will you love me too?
Please hold me,
I need someone near.
I don’t want to,
Succumb to my fear.
My deepest fear,
My darkest dream.
I want to be loved,
I want to be seen.
Seconds
--June 25, 2003
I lie in bed and think of you,
Of all the times we had that were true.
Now I realize what I did,
How all my true feelings hid.
I let them hide without a thought,
That’s the real reason we fought.
I treated you wrong, I now know,
I hope this will just make our love grow.
Right now we just need a little space,
Let’s just take it at a slower pace.
I miss you so much, with all my heart,
When I see you again can we restart?
No one can turn back time, I know,
But I promise to let my true feelings show.
Good ‘ol Days
--by Ariel J.
Back in the playground days
clothes never matched
and boys suffered from the cootie disease
we wanted to be older and do big kid things
no more holding mommy’s hand in WalMart
no more greeting Mr. Snuggles at 7:30 p.m.
freedom to do whatever we pleased
day in
day out
wishing, praying, dreaming
of big kid things
High School, we’re finally here
years of wishing slowly crept away
Parties and Boys
Cars and Jobs
Life like a new spring day
but thunderstorms loom nearby
Soon parties are raided
boys break hearts
cars are wrecked
and jobs are lost
And here we stand left to think of the good ‘ol days
Where homework was bringing show-n-tell
Where hearts were never broken
left to drown in a river of tears
Where our biggest worry was getting that little gold star
grew up too fast
chasing big kid things
trapped in the never ending melodrama of life
all we can do is wish it back
Blue Game
--August 27, 2003 by Me
It was all a game,
A game of truth,
A game of trust.
You think you are winning,
Then it comes back to you,
Full blast and hits you in the face.
You let it all out with hope,
Hope that it will all go well,
Hope to come to a compromise.
They take that hope,
And throw it back at you,
Crushing your heart.
They crush every hope,
Making you want to vanish,
Want to hide in a corner.
Never let the world see,
Your pitiful face and tears,
As you cry yourself to sleep.
You think the game can start over,
Everything will be alright,
And love can conquer all.
But in reality…
Love is the game,
The game that kills your soul.
Dr. Suess Poem
by: Andy
ive gotten head while on the phone
i like being watched as i bone
ive even done it while on a hike
id probably try it on a bike
ive had fat and sure went back
ive had white, but never black
i just might one day, however
do you think my rhyme is clever?
ive used food on many occasions,
even some chocolate-coated raisins
ive used ketchup, mustard, and even mayo
im not sure but "passerby" just might be gayo
now you think im just being mean
but its time for him to come clean
and before you go talking about who is or isnt a slut
try taking that dildo out of your quick-lube butt
maybe with it out you'd be able to sit
instead of standing while you type that SHIT
we all know Shannon is more than wonderful!
for "passerby": your head WILL meet my powertool
and im not one to commit that kind of crime...
as i could hire someone else to do the time
but then id probably need lots o' money
long story short, shannon is sweet as honey
and for her to be called names on her own site!
that need to stop because, "it just aint right!"
Untitled
--August 14, 2003 by Me
Do you see what you've done?
I used to be happy
When I was with you
I hurt you,
But I don't deserve this.
I deserve forgiveness
I deserve love.
Why do you still think I'll hurt you
Even after I've changed?
I did it for you.
...You fucking bastard.
You heartless bastard.
All you want now is a little fun.
Something to get your mind off me.
Fuck you!
I hate you...
Untitled
--December 12, 2003 by Me
That happiness I felt as a child.
Where did it go?
Never is there complete happiness,
Day after day.
Forgetting the warmth of
Love and joy.
Seeing now through an adults eyes--
Hate, sadness jealousy,
Revenge, depression...
...Hurt.
The never mending broken heart
Still dreaming of high spirits.
I want to be a child again.
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