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The Things I Don't Understand by Katrina S. I wonder about myself when I seem not to know status, or surgical procedure.
Every time I turn around I stop to compare These illegal statements and how something is wrong. Teachers always make me toss and turn Like an empty tea kettle blazing into puzzlement.
Here is a list of what I don't get I don't understand about: ~ how life is ~ how money doesn't grow on trees ~ how treason is hopeless ~ how everything isn't perfect ~ how life is unfair. |
Conformity by Erin E. I’m breaking free of this conformity of what to watch on TV and to always agree Who defines what’s “in”? I say forget chagrin Get past being thin and find beauty within You don’t need blue eyes with stick thin thighs you don’t need zero as a size or have to get all the guys Don’t worry if you don’t always impress if your hair is a little less and if your not perfect, don’t stress because inside? We’re all a mess |
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Right & Wrong by Erin E. The words stay strong but the feeling’s gone How are you supposed to tell right from wrong? Who is there to save you from mistakes? Someone to give you a slap or a shake? Wake up girl, you can do better Don’t lower yourself to his standards He can make you cry but he can’t break The girl that lives for her own sake Take a breath and drop him down You can live without him around Be your own company and be happy with you Because you’re all you have when it all falls through And when he throws you away don’t weep You must have your heart to keep Mend it tightly and skip along Because I’m here to tell you right from wrong |
Corner by Erin E. The corner of an empty room missing sunshine and loving gloom it’s just a corner to the naked eye but to a well clothed girl as I it is so much more it’s a corner that I adore it’s close to my heart with spider webs it’s covered in dusk and dread it’s always there, waiting for tears loyal and faithful throughout the years it’s a corner that will always be waiting for me and only me
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The Desert Lizzy E.
The kiss of the darkness, the darkness’s kiss The sound of a rattlesnake’s warning hiss
A coyote’s distant mournful howl The hoot of a nearby burrowing owl
The feel of the cool sand under my feet So different from the city’s hard concrete
Cactuses like soldiers, proud and tall Everywhere bugs begin to crawl
Night sounds break through the still night air Cool desert wind blows through my hair
The sound of a rattlesnake’s warning hiss, The kiss of the darkness, the darkness’s kiss. |
New York City
The sound of voices filled the air, buses rushed, taxis honked their horns, and subways roared. Lights flashed all around. Everything was moving, everything had a place. The smell of garlic and coffee filled the air as I walked past a small café on the corner of 49th street. The smell of ginger and Cinnamon filled the air as I walked past the bakery on 63rd street. New York City is full of wonders, the sounds, the smells, and the sights. -Sarah H.
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New York City
As I walk down the street The street in New York City I feel my heart jump When a loud honk of a taxi erupts
When people bump into me as they walk past And don’t even acknowledge their simple mistake Their lost in their own world Their conversation only revealing half of itself
Large buildings tower above me As I tilt my head back far And glance at the tall, tall structures That seem to go on forever
The smell of garbage reeks And bags of it line the streets I cover my nose disgusted But smell it again with a new perspective
Why do I love it? With all of it’s unique traits Because it’s just that It’s New York City
Erin E.
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Rosa Parks
Rosa Parks was a role model of many The courage she had back then was rare She wouldn’t give up her rights just because of her color She knew what was happening wasn’t right nor fair
So she didn’t give up her seat on the bus One voice spoke out People got concerned And wanted to know what the commotion was about
Some got angry like the whites While others were proud like the blacks This woman did what many wanted to One woman fought back
Rosa stood strong as punishment was dealt She wouldn’t cave in She stood by what she believed in
Slowly, inch by inch, people started to realize What they were doing wasn’t right Blacks and whites were just colors They were still people with feelings inside
The courage Ms. Parks had was beautiful and inspirational It sparked many historical people now It started people’s rights But I believe it started beauty
Rosa Parks died recently, but lived a long meaningful life The bravery she had was incredible She will always remain in hearts, minds, and history As an important, and admirable woman |
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Hurricane A.K.A Nightmare
As the wind whirls And the dust swirls The earth shakes The hearts break
People come to your door And say what every family fears You have to leave your house It’s just not safe here
Bags are packed Tears are shed Places and people are left Deserted and dead
Some cannot leave So they choose to stay Where their beloved walls, Items and people lay
Legs weaken Knees collapse The nightmare’s getting worse It is all happening so fast
Blisters are formed Happiness is gone People cry and hurt Morning, night, and dawn
When they finally find shelter It’s just simply not their own Uncomfortable, hard and temporary Just a short time loan
People sit on rooftops Waiting to be saved Hoping to find shelter And simply not their grave
People are dying every second There’s nothing they can do Just wait, hope and pray To see the light of tomorrow’s day
Erin E. |
Untitled The air circles my body, and wraps me in a comforting hold. The trees sway in the breeze, their precious leaves falling like a bird leaving the nest. The sky bursts, exploding with a mixture of a soft blue, and the delicate innocent white of the clouds. There is a certain smell, so pure and natural, that makes me close my eyes and feel it. Not just in my head, but in my veins, in my toes, on every inch of my body. I raise my hands to my chest and clench them, feeling so pure and complete. It amazes me how such a simple setting that people see every day, can make me feel so amazing. The birds give their occasional chirp, spreading their happiness to anyone who’ll listen. There is no sound of a lawn mower being pushed across the un-cut grass, or a radio sitting on the windowsill, blasting its deepest secrets. Just the beautiful sound of nature, and I listen closely. I can hear more than just the vocal sound. I can hear it all, even the things that don’t speak for fear of being heard. I can see it all, I can taste it all, I can FEEL it all.
Erin E.
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The Book
Start on Congress then turn on Main, a small blue house in the lane. Surrounded by flowers, but contains only three, my cat, my book, and me. I read on the cement floor until I cannot read anymore. The book still lays there since 1934! Until… Someone closed the door. No more Sunlight in the room, so now I read in the gloom. I have no money but my book and my cat. Start on Congress then turn on Main, a small blue house in the lane. Surrounded by flowers, but contains only three, my cat, my book, and me.
- Sarah H.
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What If...?
What if I never live to see my wedding day?
What if the worry never goes away?
What if my future is different than I planned?
What if I live by the ocean with my feet in the sand?
What if my soul mate never shows his face?
What if this is a marathon and I don’t finish the race?
What if I lose my life on one missed step?
When I slip I’m supposed to have leapt?
What if I’m really naked, and it’s not a dream?
What if I lose the winning swing for my team?
What if I discover the cure for cancer?
What if I become an accomplished dancer?
What if my future never becomes clear?
And the uncertainty of it all always brings me fear?
What if this poem ends, but the wonder has just begun?
What if the curiosity loses and words have won? |
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An Average Day in an Average Life
Screams erupt from tired mouths and sleepy eyes are gently rubbed as the stairs are trampled and the bell sounds it’s opinion The day is done but there are so many more so many more to finish
The cold air cuts into your flesh as you brave a step outside your shelter the resting food inside your stomach watches with interest as you brave the winter and the warmth you once had has ended
The pencils scratch against beautiful lines like an older woman with exhausted creases they squiggle and squirm and vibrate back and forth until they are set down and the paper is finished |
Memories
The smell of Summer
brother is shocked
pain in my arm
dots in my eyes.
Water splashing on my face
racing boat
Dad is smiling
Lights are off with Mom
sounds of laughter from TV
eyes half closed
dog smell with me
-Brianna B.
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Penny
I am a penny.
Transferred from hand to
hand,
pocket to pocket.
Dropped carelessly on the
sidewalk,
but picked up later by
someone else for good luck.
A penny like me goes to
lots of different places-
France, Ireland, Australia,
China....
the dryer.
--Lizzy E.
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Hatred By Samantha M.
Hatred is hurtful, Hatred is cruel. Hatred can hurt you- Don’t let it prevail.
Don’t let it wrap you Around its finger. Don’t’ let it twist you and turn you. Don’t let it turn you into Someone you are not.
Don’t let it use you And then leave you to rot.
Hatred is hurtful. Hatred is cruel. |
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The book by: Sarah H. Start on congress then turn on main a small blue house in the lane surrounded by flowers but contains only 3, my cat, my book & me, I read on the cement floor, until I cannot read anymore, the book still lays there since 1934. no more sunlight in the room, so now I read in the gloom, I have no money only my book and my cat. Start on congress then turn on Main, a small blue house in the lane surrounded by flowers but contains only 3, my cat, my book and me. |
The Computer By: Sarah H.
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Familiar Sights Rob my heart blind. I'm sure it wouldn't mind. It waits for you, you know. Out on the sunset's plateau. Do you remember it there? Do you remember your breath in the summer's air?
The way the sun soaked your eyes, in the meadow of wild skies. And you'd take my hand. Ignite my veins with such a demand. Send shivers down my spine, The way our fingers would intertwine. You'd wrap your arms around my chest. My body was the host and you were the guest. Time would fly, but we weren't really having fun, you see. It was more like creating history. The chairs would rock in the hesitant breeze. With the vicious sounds of the persistent seas. But now it's quieter out here alone. It's not as pungent without your cologne. Everything is negative and nothing is pretty. Everything is hopeless and nothing is witty. It's not the same porch with a line of fire. With harsh words prepared and a fence of barbed wire. I'm sick of fighting and I'm sick of fighting it. I'm sick of looking at you through eyes slit. So shut that big mouth of yours and take a seat. Dust off the memories on this faithful concrete. Hold still while I put my head on your knee. We have a lot to catch up on, you and me.
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Thesis from a Thirteen Year Old Mistakes do not
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As
he sits at the computer day by day, the questions I ask he turns
away. I want to go on, but he's there to stay. Orange slices on
books, crumpled paper in nooks. My homework's online, but there is
no time. He scratches his head; I hope he goes to bed! No chance
tonight I turn out the light and fall asleep. In the morning I creep
downstairs and I see bears! Gummy bears to be exact and as a matter
of fact his brains intact I mumble and frown, will that computer
ever shut down?
