Thoughts of the Past

As I lay on a blanket of

cotton and tweed

Enjoying the sun and the warm

summer breeze

My thoughts take me back

to a time of years past

When I was just a young girl

jumping rope, playing jacks

but the best years I had

were in front of the school

When at exactly three thirty

he would be there for sure

The short little man

with the truck painted red

To dip your big apple in

hot jelly spread

For a small round nickel

You would get the best treat

A juicy red apple

So tender and sweet

6th grade meanings         

   - Jena S.  

        middle school, A word every 5th grader understands.

        A word that means many things: maturity, responsibility, more

 homework, and sometimes labels.

   It also means good things: trust, more friends, and discovering

   new talents.

   i don't know about you, but I'm ready for middle school

Moments Beyond Appraisal

Michelle Ochsner

Revitalize nostalgic moments

Dazzling gems blazing through the brain

even though other assets may appear unclear

Years passed, a laugh

stems from a delightful childhood recollection

Riding twofold on a banana-seat bike

while another friend sat upon those freezing handle bars

Root beer floats bubbling over a frosted glass

Laughing so deeply that you nearly wet your pants

Cherished flashes of life beyond . . .

discrimination

Enjoy it while you can

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We Are Not

We are timid,

Insecure,

Bad fighting,

Un-knowing people,

We are not cool

So we pretend to be.

We are not whom you think

We are.

And we are not

What you expect us to be.

We simply are not.

We will cover

And camouflage

And hide, our true identities,

But we remain

Who you don't expect us to be.

We are the you,

Inside of you

And you are the we, inside of us.

'NIGHTMARE WORLD'

(This poem was written shortly after the London terrorist

attack on July 7 2005).

by Robert Davidson

Hanging on my wall beside my bed

Self-mutilation

Brings things into perspective

My hand broken from punching the wall

I hurt myself to ease the pain

So deep into my throbbing mind

I need to get it out

Tears of blood fall and shatter on my window

Like drops of glass from a distance

As a bus explodes

And nails my feelings to my door

Living in a dying world of bleeding souls

Terror bombs stalk my streets

I see my nightmares become reality

I see the future with a frightened eye

Raging fires everywhere, my walls closing in

Life is the nightmare world we're all dying to live

AFTER FREDO DIED

by Marcia Schechinger

After Fredo died I fled to the city

saw "Fiddlers on the Roof" the play he hated

Drank wine with the stagehands

ignoring the afterbirth of opening night

Road the subway, talked to myself

Watched people who spoke whimsical languages

Got drunk on shots of tequila rose

slept with a drunken sailor, two parts African

Woke up with a head ache and a sore throat

from smoking a strange cigar

Cried a million tears, hated you for dying

Let my hair turn gray, calling it remorse

Turned off the phone, deleted calls

Spoke of pharmaceutical drugs

and their usage

Died a million deaths

before I could swallow the pain

to find a new beginning

Knowing no one went to heaven

this month

 Memories of Me
Christen Topping

                                                                                        

                                 As you watch me walking around,

                                 I am all alone, making no sound,

                              But beyond my eye, what you do not see,

                              I am in my mind, making memories of me.

                                             

                              I remember the time, everyone was there,

                            And when i was being myself, they all stared,

                               But the one thing that they did not see,

                           Was all that time, I was making memories of me.

                                             

                          There is the sun, the moon, the earth, and the sky,

                             There is the lone wolf, and the bird up high,

                                As they all are being what they be,

                              I am watching, making memories of me.

 

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Love Pully
iyan bastian

June 26th afternoon among the stairs

after the week of recognition

do you recognize?

June 26th afternoon behind the galaxy

there you stuck with million words of mine

you are the good reader

June 26th on the stairs in the galaxy

your hair in the wind, my words are spread

we are precious, very precious

lies, lies, lies are gone

we are the edge at one

one

De Gustibus Non Est Disputandem

I miss her most in the late afternoon,

Don’t see the sun, can’t find the moon.

I didn’t think she’d be gone for so long,

Don’t hear the music,  can’t sing the song.

I made her so mad, can do nothing to please

Can’t feel the forest,  can’t touch the trees.

The last words we had were more like a scream,

Can’t swim the lake, can’t wade  the stream.

I don’t know what I can do, or even say,

Lost in the night,   asleep in the day.

I know that she’s right, I’m the one that atones

Can’t walk on the rocks,  can’t skim the stones

I wish she’d come home, so I can prove that I’ve changed

Don’t have a date,  got nothing arranged.

I hope that she reads this, comes back to my heart,

Don’t have a script, but I’ll deepen my part.

OH  WHAT  IS  USUAL  IS  NOT  THAT  USUAL

  BY  LIP  SAI  LIN

  HISTORY  COMES  BACK  IN  A  DIFFERENT  STYLE

  ALTHOUGH  LIFE  IS  NEARLY  THE  SAME

  ALTHOUGH  BIRTH  GROWTH  AGING  SICKNESS  AND  DEATH

  ALL  STILL  UNAVOIDABLE

  BUT

  FOR  BIRTH  WE  CHEERED

  FOR  GROWTH  WE  BLESSED

  FOR  AGING  WE  BLAMED

  FOR  SICKNESS  WE  GROANED

  FOR  DEATH  WE  FEARED

 

  BUT

  FOR  SOME  MISTAKES  WE  CARRY  ON  FROM  THE  PAST

  NEVER  HESITATED

  OH

  WHAT  IS  UNUSUAL  IS  USUAL

  WHAT  IS  USUAL  IS  NOT  THAT  USUAL

  AS  LIFE  IS  FULL  OF  PUZZLES  AFTER  ALL 

 

The Power Of Words

The power of words of what’s been told

Can only speak the mind

Like shattered words from sentences

 Forgotten and left behind

The story of the bible

May only be a myth

You read out a soulful poem

It may set free your evil seethe

Your life is a story, a story of

What you have been.

But in there some where is your future

But is refused to be seen

The power of words can make

You see what your life is all about

 Words will save you one day but

 Your heart will not without

Once, i took a walk by the shore,

I met a friend so loving and caring

We sat by the shore for a cold drink

We talked until we were compelled to leave

We met again the next day

Gradually, our acquaintance developed into friendship

Friendship that could not be broken

Friendship that was so pure as crystal

Then one day i went to the shore and waited for him there

The waiting took too long a time

Then i realized he was not coming

He never came till evening was due

Now i am convinced, convinced enough to know i have lost him

I have lost him forever

I have lost a treasure that cannot be replaced

Little did i know that my beloved friend would leave me for good.

EDITH SCHANDORF

SEASHORE

I slowly walk along the beach,

Watching the moonlight,

Counting the stars,

Listening the waves.

Then suddenly, a face came through my mind.

I couldn’t help but stare at it,

Hoping, imagining,

That it’s all true.

Smiling upon me,

My whole being was shaken,

Wanting your lips

Touch mine.

As the wind blew fast,

I only saw sand.

My tears fall down the seashore

And the waves become bigger than ever.

They want to celebrate,

My sadness,

Of being missing you.

My body’s aching,

And want to lie on the sand.

I let my body fall,

And the moon smiles at me.

The wind embraces me,

And touch my cheek.

I close my eyes,

And let your image flow to my mind.

You bend beside me,

Touching my lips,

Caressing my hair,

And whispers, “I love you forever.”

For it was true,

My heart skips a bit,

Still my eyes close,

I answer, “I love you and I always will.”

Slowly I open my eyes,

With tears falling down my cheeks,

You were there,

Smiling before me.

I rub my eyes and pinch my cheek

To see if you are really there,

Then your devilish smile shown,

And your face touch my face,

Your lips touch my lips,

Saying, “I love you forever.”

Lost in a sea of people         

No clue how to be human

As I walk in loneliness

None eases my pain-man nor woman

I watch as the world passes me by

Without so much as a backwards glance

Sitting in my own corner of the world

I have absolutely no chance      

How i wish i could be like them  

The chance to be confident       

But I am not that I wish to be

For me it is simply not meant

QUICKSAND

 Crislaine Nolte

I remain when you have gone

I strive to overcome you

Bleak and split my heart still beats

Broken up my breath still breathes

I am shallow I am down and over gloom

Now I’m dark and pain consumed

Now I’m weak with conscience doom

Help me through today

Barely here I’m barely here but wide awake

Yes wide awake

I’m wide awake

Don’t doubt the hurt my soul you take

Ignoring tears with which you make

If only you could understand

And leave my mind for just today

You disagree quite like the air

I yearn for peace within me

It’s all around but threatens hate

To choke and suffocate me

Yet still I cannot move

Betwixt and Between

   by Jameel Heath

Winged assassins inaugurated the final decade,

destroying the majestic eleven this mighty land made,

some still cling to dualistic myths,

but the idea of good and evil is completely played,

heroes and villains have done there dance,

so very little is left to chance,

listen to end time rants and counter with arcane chants,

why do I love forbidden plants?

eternity means my nightmare's never done,

from the eight I should probably run,

but who am I to spoil your fun?

who am I to question these codes relayed by the Sun,

saying an age is over and a new one has just begun,

water flowing from way beyond the moon,

washing over us all too soon,

love dashed past our star this very June,

transit through time like well worn souls,

three is what I see after Agni consumes bowls.

A child's laughter

behind demon eyes

trapped with a past

we all can despise

 

When you can barely live

with what you've been dealt

and you can hardly contain

all the rage you've felt

 

All you can do is hope

and all you ever did was pray

Everything that could be done was

but was it done the right way?

 

Nobody knows

nobody ever will

you try as hard as you can

sometimes enough to kill

 

When you have everything

but it's never enough

the loving part inside of you

starts to get very tough

 

It gets harder to care

in the face of hate

they want you to fight

but your a patron saint

 

Good versus evil

everything you never wanted to be

You must always fight the good fight

through all the faces of adversity

 

To back away

when you want to blast straight

to say a prayer

when you want change fate

 

The pain will subside

and the memories burst

but love will always be there

because it was there first

Hillary

Who I Truly Am

all you do is criticize me

you tell me its constructive

but this i can not see

you tell me how awful i am

and remind me of my mistakes

you act as if you have never made any

these things i will forgive

but i shall never forget

the things you say will not determine who i am

but they will show others who you are

and when your old and grey

and need someone to help

there ill be

but not because i forgot

but because that is who i truly am

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