Aser te mia by jose

no he res mía todavía

pero algún día llegara

he se día triaras mi alegría

En tu sonrisa

miles de emociones me llegan

el corazón me palpita

mis emociones se asalta

en ver tu cara

si tu no estas a mi lado

seré un fracasado

todos estos anos te he sonado

en miles de sueños

te he besado

Dar todo de mi

para que veas en mi

el amor que siento por ti

no soy alguien importante

no cantante

tampoco un hombre inteligente

soy un hombre con sentimientos

loco por tenerte en mi brasos

moriré intentando

enamorar tu noble corazón

guardar tu retrato en mi cagón

llevarte en cada momento

de mi vida

sin ti no hay otro día mas

he res mi fuersa y mi inspiración

hay emoción y tentasion

en mi deceleración

tu a mi lado

hes lo que quiero

regalarte el mundo

con un beso

soy todo tuyo

Let Peace Rise

People are people,

And all People are equal.

Don't stop at nonviolence;

Don't fall prey to silence.

Let an honest voice rise

Against hateful war cries,

Until the world is bright:

No hatred in sight.

Red

Red, Red everywhere

once, it was my favorite color

made me feel passionate and warm

covered in my friend's blood

I only feel

Cold

an eternal saddness consumes me

I realize this blood,

this vile, evil substance

is the only thing left of my friend

who only brought joy and laughter

to my heart.

the bruden of time

sometimes you have to much

sometimes you don't have enough

too much time makes me twiddle my thumbs

not enough makes my pants up in a bunch

I never have enough at lunch

and I don't want to be a fool

and spend all my time at school

but time is time

and might as well make it mine

My Song - Kayla Stack

Deep breath
In, out
Smelling home for the first time
Or what should have been home
But was taken away
In, out
The children are laughing
Smiling, joking
As though it were still summer
But summer is over
In, out
Set down the guitar case
Full of potential
As a girl looks over
Hey, girl
I’ll play you a song
In, out
At last in my homeland
And they’re out of time
Deep breath
In, out
Reach for the trigger
I’ll play you a song

In, out
In, out
In, out
In–

The Most Beautiful Thing In The World-by jose G

has no description

no definition

men's greatest treasure

her beauty cant be measure

bring you happiness

takes away sadness

she would be there till the end

with a kiss

sweetest as candy

she will be your one and only

make her understand

you are her greates friend

she hangs you her hand

and she would say

I love you always

king my burdon

king my burdon, life my joy,

friend of no one, love a toy.

reach beneath the crust to see, what mother nature brings to thee,

hide under the rug for fear, that pawns might comindeer.

rude to pesants, peace is gone

the essence dead, it sleeps through dawn.

reach beneath the crust to see, the burdon that could over take me

king to all is hard on one, so cry until the pain is done.

REGAN WALTON

The Treasure-Finder's Burden

The burden of a treasure-finder

Is more than one may think.

To own a treasure for yourself,

You must first value the thing.

As with a pirate and a treasure chest,

Or a librarian with a book,

Whatever you are after,

You always first must look.

The journey and the paths you take

To find that one true treasure,

Is one that tries the finder

Before rewarding them with pleasure.

A Flowers Burden

Some say i hold great power because i am a flower
All i get to do is stare at the sun; when really i'd rather run
At night it gets dark and I hear a lark
When it rains im opposite of sad
Because my soil is very bad
Its a boring life that i lead
No one knows just what i need
Watch where you step, i live in the ground
Though you will never hear me make a sound

Players Burden

No girl ever meant more than booze

Spend a night with them then you’ll lose

Slippin out quick-out the back door

She wadn’t right for ya if she left

All she was a dirty theft

I want a real girl, blonde with legs up to her chin

That’s how ya know you really win

I want a brunette with library glasses

Not a rich bitch from the upper classes

Problem is I don’t attract the good girls

I get all the bad ones, all the gold diggers

Bring the wrong drink; they’ll pull the gun triggers

I want a girl and need her

Heart-stopping hundred-three degree fever

Where's the Peace?

The Arabs and the Israelis do nothing but fight,

For land, peace, and a god given right.

They are in a conflict only about land,

Which is just a hot dessert full of dry sand.

Americans are helping Israelis build a great wall,

While the Palestinians want the million dollar project to fall.

A possible solution is not with violence,

Both groups need to come together and make an alliance.

To the Snow God

Oh please dear snow god send some snow my way
just an inch or two would make my day
skiing, sledding, snow angels, snowmen
are all things your snowflakes send

When you're not there, it's hard to do
all the things for which my love is true
I'll do a dance, or sing a song,
but holding back is just so wrong!

Love You, My Daughter LBradfield

I felt my heart stop thumping
for that moment when I heard
my daughter had been murdered
by a successful suicide bombers mission.
my head suddenly exploded
with thoughts of how this could happen,
along with the feeling of disbelief.
I hear her soft voice,
from that morning, “bye mom, love you.
I will see you tonight,” as she bidded me goodbye.
little did I know, that was the last time I heard her
and the last time I saw her beautiful being.
her long black hair tied in a high ponytail and her dark skin glowed.
that morning was also the last time I fel her warming touch when she hugged me
and felt her warm luscious lips against my forehead,
like a light butterfly kiss.
remembering my daughter,
made my eyes immediately shed salty tears, angrily yelling and asking God,
“why my daughter, why did this have to happen to her?”

Peace is... By: Carly Fox

Peace isn't marked by prayer flags swaying in the Himalayan breeze,

Or by free-spirited hippies making protests in the sixties.

It is not the absence of pain or fear or stress.

It's being in the midst of those things and acting with poise and finesse.

Peace is a complex idea; it's not given to the naive.

It's given only to those who understand that it's the highest you can achieve.

It has infinite power to reconcile friendship and overcome the power of wars.

Peace is the gift that keeps on giving, always opening up new doors.

soar by marisa beggs

To my best friend
Although your life has ended
Our hearts will forever mend
I have hopes that you will run and play
like you used to back in the day
Realizations of this gentle circle we call life
have made me live and love
Someday we will meet again
and pick up ties where they were
meant to end.

What??

How will it be?
With out You and Me,
Together forever,
When we had to go our seperate ways,
and not together for all the days.
We had enjoyed so much
and will definately miss each
You will sure be missed!
We love You!

After the Fact by Maxx Schaller

Walking the street after school
My eye catches asphalt,
Black and burnt
A crack running down for about 10 feet
A piece of scrap metal,
Sitting alone
My vision drifts to a glimmer of silver:
A sterling locket containing a picture,
An unknown face
Who could this be?
And what of their loved ones?
More importantly, who would commit such an act?
who COULD commit such an act?
They tell themselves paradise awaits
But hell on earth is no fine sight

Depression

The room is empty.
My mind is blank.
The night is warm.
Not knowing what to think.
Hearing the wind being so free.
Made me jealous.
Now thinking if something made real sense.
Being stock in this dark cave.
But i can't control any of these.

Darkness

I hear the chaos of the aftermath.

Sirens are blaring,

Frantic screams are increasing.

The smell of burning scorches my nose

Like the cold air on a winter day.

Smoke clogs my airway.

I feel trapped.

My mouth feels filthy,

It tastes of ash and dirt.

All I see is darkness.

We Want It Our Way: An Israeli Story- Written by Chris Barounos- Performed by Chris Barounos and Cole Pollard

Chris: Yeahahha… The Jews are Liars

Cole: Palestinians start fires

Chris: I hate when you say, we want it our way.

Chris: That we blew ourselves apart

Cole: That you, have ice for hearts

Chris: But lets make a new day, come join in on our way

Cole: Tell me why

Chris: we’re fighting over desert rock

Cole: Tell me why

Chris: We can’t start over and not give a fock.

Cole: Tell me why

Chris: Tell you what, it’s not too late

Chris: So let’s make a new day

Cole: Come join our forces

Chris: Come ride our horses

Together: Decide! It’s not too late, and we’ll have it our way.

Cole: Come say Hi!

Chris: To my neighbor named Morgetai

Cole: Say good-bye!

Chris: To a regime sitting so high.

Cole: Come and buy

Chris: Our olives and our F18’s

Together: We’ll have it our way!

Cole: Now I can see that as long as we live, we’ll have some place to be.

Chris: yeahhahh

Chris: We’ll rename in Canaan, we want you to vote

Together: And you’ll be a part of me!

Chris: We’ll give you, education.

Cole: To be a great nation.

Chris: We are

Cole: WE are

Chris: We are

Cole: We are!

Chris: A new Nation! You’ll have social security.

Cole: You won’t have terror emergencies!

Chris: We’ll have western Twinkies.

Together: We’ll have it our way!

Cole: Tell you what!

Chris: We’ll bomb some place like Paraguay

Cole: Tell you what!

Chris: We’ll explore some place like Mercury

Cole: Tell you what!

Chris: Soon you’ll hear the U.S. say..

Cole: We want it their way.

Cole: Tell me why!

Chris: Ain’t nothin but a party

Cole: tell me why!

Chris: Ain’t nuthin but a mistake.

Cole: Tell me why

Chris: I’m gonna soon hear you say..

Together: We have it our way!

The Victims Regret-Greeko

The buzz of the cafe overwhelms my ears,
the steam blaster, the chatter.
The warm steam from the latte burns
my lips. My mind travels to the fight
I had with my mom this morning.
The posture of the people in the
table next to me changes, an
alarmed look. Then boom the bright,
orange fireball consumes the cafe.
It propels me through the window
with searing pains all through my
body. My life flashes in front of my
eyes, I regret the three words I said
this morning "I hate you."
Now I will never get to take them
back.

Time

Close to no tomorrow

Someone looks to me in sorrow

Hours go by

But still someone looks to me and lies

Minutes and minutes slip away

Trying to find the meaning of everyday

The clock is ticking, feel overpowered by the wave

As I wait, and wait to be saved

A Doll's Burden - Katelyn Ihrig

Stuck in place
can't move a muscle
a smile sits upon my face
I always have to keep my grace
even when my mind is puzzled.
the games we play can be quite fun
until my mommy has to run
and then I sit and wait for hours
until she brings me some flowers
and then our time begins again
with fun and laughter 'til the end.

Adrenalin - allen nunez

here waiting at the bus stop

waiting for the bus

the bus is coming

I can hear the big motor

I get on

I sit like in a pit full of mudd

I look around

I see the fear of people

then i push the button

boom i'm dead

now where are my 72 virnins

Realization

Dry, scorching sand blows around
The bus stop bench frying even my covered legs
The air is bordering on too hot and dry to breathe
I hear incessant conversations around me
Though none directed at me
A man with a blank stare approaches
His massive, black coat looks painfully warm
The bus arrives
He climbs aboard ahead of me and reaches in his pocket
The fear creeps inside of me
As a shadow across the night
Creeping slowly,
Heavily
I realize what is occurring
And then I realize it is too late

A Cubs Fan's Burden - Alan Capistron

When baseball season rolls around
When the snow melts away
The Cubbies begin to play
In their ivy-covered burial ground

But now they only bring fatigue
While dwelling at the bottom of the national league
The Cubs always seem to disappoint
Winning games just isn’t their strong point.

Cubs fans never seem to catch a break
Winning just one should be a piece of cake
Haunted by billy goats, black cats, and Bartman
The Cubs will never win it all again

Since 1908
The Cubs have not been so great
The boys from Wrigley do their best
But the “Curse of the Billy Goat” will not rest

Light

Why do we hate?
To make us look strong?
When we weren't even weak to begin with

Why do we hate?
To give us more power?
Do we get power when we stand alone?

Why do we hate?
Is it out of revenge?
Since when was darkness able to get rid of darkness

Why do we help?
Is it to be a light?
How many lights would it take to light up the world?

BOOM By: Cameron Arroyo

I walk into a building, people are everywhere
I feel the sweat trickling down my cheek
I hear my heart bea as if it was the beating of a drum
I see a child hug his mother's leg
It brings me to my childhood
I walk to the middle of the room
Time seems to stop
Boom!!!

The Office Worker

Every morning you wake up at five,

You put on your suit and prepare for the drive,

As you walk out the door you say bye to your wife,

While inside your head you think “I hate my life”,

Everyday is the same and you don’t know what to do,

You must quite your job and try something new,

The only problem is, to quite your job your scared,

Your afraid to lose your income and think your unprepared,

So to all you unhappy office workers old an young,

Don’t lose your life to work, for life has just begun,

Take the next step, let your freedom be unfurled,

Just take your family and see the world,

Israel-Palestine Conflict

young Jew is da name and rappin’ is the game.
here to complain about da nation palestane.
after WW two it was the world against the Jew and we didn't know what to do.
so we decided it would be great to have our own state safe from the hate before it was too late.
we were given a piece of land from the middle east.
boy was it grand to say the least but it destroyed the peace.
now we're in a war with the sand peeps.
nobody sleeps knowin' those creeps
are trying to find a way to ruin our day and night,
they return to fight and, yo, this shit aint right.

A-to-da-rab is what I am called. Don’t be hatin' just cuz I’m bald.
I am here to propose a fate for this unjust Israeli state.
After WWII my home was invaded by the Jew.
They tried to argue their side but it was more like a rant of their pride.
They had reasons I know aint true.
Their biblical arguments aren’t thought through.
This has been our land for such a long time and to take it away is an unforgivable crime.
It was Europe who hated on the Jew so they should now take care of them too.
It is my demand that we keep our land.
If Europe is who care then they should be the ones to share.
You have taken our land with all your might, you bet your ass we are going to fight.

How many are gonna cry and how many must die before you decide that we shouldn’t be banned from our own holy land? We gonna build a wall to save us all and it will never fall, guarded 24 7 violators sent to heaven. It’ll create a separation from your unworthy population and guard the real god’s nation.
If this is your plan it does not make you a man
All you want to do is hide so how can you take any pride If you want to build a wall we will set off bombs till you all crawl
There is no way you can trap us all we will surely make it fall
Freedom will be ours; you can’t keep us behind bars

There aint nothing but lead in your toweled head
If you ran the land it would be better off dead
Too many die cause of suicide, bombers decide
That they don’t like the way we live, so they kill women and kids?
How is that justified?
We’re on slippery slope and beginning to slide
Before we make the world divide and choose a side
I think it would be wise to create a compromise

I agree we need to compromise in order to save some lives
Let’s visualize a place where no one dies
But how we gonna find a solution to this violent pollution
Maybe the land could be split so the fighting will finally quit
We shall divide the nation based on population

It would stop the civil violation and protect the next generation
Then we need to move people behind the newly designed green line

Yeah that sounds fine and things will mend over time
The last issue that’s rather shitty, what we gonna do with our holy city?

The only way we can make this fair is if we leave Jerusalem for everyone to share
Let’s keep it a neutral spot, this maybe our last shot

I like that a lot ..so …..why not?

Art - Katie Hitchcock

I am an expression of the soul,
story of the mind,
painting of the heart.

I lie in the eye of the beholder.
Where do I end?
Where do I start?

I am noticeable,
intriguing,
sweet or tart.

I spring from everything,
obvious or subtle.
Who ever could I be? Simply art

Let Peace by Kayleigh Esswein

Let peace radiate,

Emanate from every cell and star,

Shine from the canyons to the cliffs,

Be the picture of sun rays.

Let peace ring,

Reverberate in every valley,

Resound from the timeless sunsets,

Be the harmony of waves.

Let peace attend,

Frequent capitals and country sides,

Escort the generations to come,

Be the future that saves.

A POEMS BURDEN

I am a poem colorful and long

But some days i wish i were a song

I can rhyme or have prose

but its best when it flows

Haku or Limerik I take many forms

Many people hate i am out of the norm

Its hard being a poem and that the truth

step into my shoes and i will show you

True Happiness

True Happiness is what everyone wants,
it really only happens just once.
This only comes true for a select few,
if you live your life right it could be you.
Be true to yourself and act as you are,
your life and your happiness will go far.
Treat people how you want to be treated,
do this and you will never be defeated.
Life is short so live it fast,
live everyday like it was your last.
Live by this and life will be great,
just overall love and no more hate.

Perfection

Perfection is undefinable beauty,
Your perfect is not my perfect,
So can we make a perfect world?
A world that is truly perfect for all?
Imperfection surrounds us,
but it's what creates diversity,
and makes everyday a new one,
One to be lived like non other.

The Now - Maura Hartley

the world keeps spinning, spinning,
spinning.
the life on the planet always goes on,
continuing
destruction and devastation disappear in
the yesteryear,
and all that is left is the here and
now.
every moment untouched, unscathed, unsoiled,
new and ready for memories unspoiled.
there is no future. there is no past.
live every moment as the
last.

Change - Evan DePuy

Rioting, stealing, raping, shoving.

There are many ways to get a point across.

Violence can be used.

It doesn't create change,

but animosity.

If transformation is the goal,

try peaceful protest.

No one gets abused.

No one gets beaten.

No one gets hurt.

It is the way to a revolution,

and peace.

Black Bear's Burden -Amelia Flaharty

Big and black, always in a hurry
To find good food we gotta hurry

Livin' within the trees
Always be buggin' by bees

No good place to sleep
Maybe we'll sit and weep

Little cubs to take care
All I am is one big, black bear

My body's so large
I look like I'm in charge

When really I must protect
My whole life a defect

Raidin' all the trash
Findin' nothin' worth any cash

Bein' friendly I don't dare
All I am is one big, black bear

Innocence- Jenna Peters

The life I live is full of struggle yet strength
Israel's constant attack and control buds tension
The fire burns within me to make them pay
The realization of what i must do was blunt in front of me

The smell of sweat and dust burned in my nostrils
I kept my eyes closed I had to focus-
I couldn't bare to see the families, the innocence
I had to remember my purpose, my paradise

I grasped for my bag, my hands beginning to sweat
The strap felt like a ball of fire, full of power, my own power
The doubt swirling in my mind flushed out
I would die a martar and prove to the Islams they had no right

I clicked the button awaiting the innocent-
Screams...just silence, it was done

Wisdom-christopher holmquist

Wisdom is good
Wisdom is great
Wisdom well help me get a date

Wisdom can be good
But common sense can be fake
Wisdom still takes the cake

Common sense helps make quick decisions
But wisdom can decide your fate
Like fishing with some bait

A Saudi Arabian Woman

Men are like Gods; we're made to believe
Freedom and equality- we'll never achieve
Women are useless is what they say
Without any rights, we're forced to obey
The birth of a daughter is a dreaded event
Living as a man is a life well spent
A life without happiness that we can never flee
From the clutches of men, we'll never be free

Lauren Siegel "The Last Word"

I order my favorite dish,

Sit down at my table and ponder.

Thinking about our lives together,

I can't wait any longer.

She's the one, I'm sure.

I push my chair back,

And start to walk out.

But the sound was too big,

Before I know it, I'm on the ground.

Breathing.

But barely alive.

My limbs are torn apart,

Like razors taken to paper.

The pain burns all over.

Make it stop.

Breathing.

I taste my own blood,

And all I see is darkness.

The dizziness takes over me.

My broken body laying,

Breathing, but barely alive.

My broken hand drops the sapphire ring:

The last movement of me.

My broken mouth utters broken words,

Hoping that she hears them somehow:

The last movement of me.

I Love You.

Morgan Cox/Obama's Burden

Under pressure from day one
The amount he has to do must weigh a ton
People are watching every step he takes,
Along with the decisions and laws he must make
Barack Obama is our first black President
Now needing to get our nation back on track
Left without words
Mouth frozen still
Eyes glued to the t.v.
As the world does the opposite of stand still

picture perfect.

picture perfect?

i know that this world ain't

suicide bombers,

filled with rational hate.

walking down a corridor, sitting outside a cafe, or riding a bus

an overwhelming feeling taking over - a life ending rush.

perfect picture.

a world without coordinated gangs.

all people want is change.

a place to live and rest,

life's serenity at its best.

children's' playful laughs abroad

no ones fate is undetermined by a god.

picture perfect?

or perfect picture.

its our choice

an action that needs a voice.

Anna Poirot--Tic

Tic.
I am born.
I am hearing, seeing all around me.
Tic.
No more.
I see blackness. Moving.
More talking, my ears buzz with excitement.
Tic.
It is bright. The sangtity of my swollen heart seems
Filled. Glee. Children.
Tic. men in suits. Tic.
Some argue also. Some cry. Tic. It smells of dirt,
Like the desert, tic, a hot day. Tic. I taste sand. Tic.
Child fights with mother. Tic.
Woman recieves news: divorce. Tic tic.
And I explode.

Bobby Glass, For the Children

For the Children

The power I hold is amazing,
with one push of a button everything erupts into flames.
I must not reveal,
I must be sneaky.
I will become a martyr and will be heavily rewarded in heaven,
if I am successful.

The screeching halt of the bus sounds and I know it is time.

Stepping up the slim, long stairs my heart beats,
like a round drum.
Sitting in the seat of the tight, cold , metal bus,
I realize, seats filled with children laughing in joy.
Glee is such a wonderful thing to keep forever,
then I notice the parents are yelling and I ask myself.

Is this the best option for them?
Should their lives be filled with destruction, madness, and hate?
No, they should not, I'll take them with me.
Clutching the tight, round button, I push it,
everything erupts sending metal shrapnel flying, and we are all set free.

Heartbeat

Heartbeat in my ears

It seems like time is frozen

I step on the bus

This I have to do

To avenge the oppression

Of Arab people

I breathe in deeply

A wave of hesitation

Rushes over me

Paradise awaits

Our message will be known

Heartbeat...in my ears

Tratar- joseG

Heres mejor para mi juego
recibir nada a cambio
pero andando solo pensando
en tenerte a mi lado

haría lo que sea para hacerte mía
día en día ponerte en mi vida
millones de sueños incompletos
se que soy imperfecto
quiero ser tu tonto enamorado

pues dando corazones
no hay rascones
hes echando mil amores
amo a las mujeres
no hay por que ser infieles
hay que poner de nuestro ser

somos fuertes en la decepción
por muchas ilusiones
somos los perdedores
caemos pero nos levantamos

no hay quien falle en el amor

Justin Anderson- As a Fist

Five individual don't have much power,
In a fight, all five would break.
The hand would be too weak and coward.
No limit to how much damage it would take.

If that hand came together as a fist,
It would be stronger; the fire would be lit.
Adding many wins to the hand's list.
Now that it is capable of a knockout hit.

Crystal Medina - The Mute Man

The man who begs,
Sits at the corner as usual,
watching the people pass him by.
The many faces seem the same,
Until that one day.
He notices in the distance,
A strange looking man up to no good.
He watches the man wait for the bus,
And as the man turns,
He catches a glimpse of a bomb,
Hidden like a kid in its mothers pouch.
The mute man runs to stop the bus, but he is to late.
No one hears the mute man,
He is hopeless.

Kayla DeLancey-The Cleaning Man

Suicide is selfish
someone wanting to off
them self is bad enough,
but at least they go and do it quietly
Don't make much of a mess.
Suicide bombers
Boy do they make my blood boil.
They weren't satisfied with just ending their own lives,
They have to kill innocent people too.
On top of that I have to clean up after them.
Drip, drip, drip
Blood flows
Down the walls, ceiling, and whats left of the counter tops.
Nothing left of em'
Just some little tinny pieces and blood
Covering everything.
Get to work
These people can't clean themselves off the floor.

PAIX- Cassady Daley
Breathe in the crisp mountain air
So sweet with passion, love, peace.
Our world is in turmoil.
People killing for race, religion, gender.
It is time to unite, becoming one
Peace to the people, to everyone.

Keegan Rogan, "The Survivor's Burden"

It's in the pity, the sad smiles, and the way they hold their eyes.

And the words, mostly.

That's terrible. Are you okay? I'm so, so sorry.

Shut up.

Shut up, shut up, just shut the fuck up.

I don't want to hear it.

I am so tired of hearing it.

I know you mean well, but your sentiment does me no good

(And will not bring him back).

Which doesn't mean you shouldn't say a thing.

I know you can't find the right words,

And don't worry,

I don't want to talk about it, either.

But I won't break down if you ask me how I'm doing.

I won't go to pieces if you show that you might care.

And yes, I'm a little bitter.

I'm volatile and sensitive

And some days I have to force myself to breathe.

But I'm functioning, mostly.

I'm walking and talking and I'm not giving up yet.

I am not made of glass,

But some days I'm more fragile than others.

So don't treat me like I'm broken,

But acknowledge that I'm damaged.

I know that this is what I get.

This limbo, this guessing game,

This failure to communicate.

This is what I get for being on that list of names

That comes after: "He is survived by".

And that's what I'm doing.

Surviving.

The same way you would be.

Erin Duran: "Simple Sunday Turned to Blackness"

Mommy brings me to this place,
Every Sunday we meet in this dimmed cafe
A simple coffee, with a loving smile
It's no different today than any other day,
But...
A man walks in, heavy down jacket
Confused.
Every one's looking...
It's mid-August, no time for winter
Then one small movement of his finger...
A flash of light.
Of fire, i feel it on my back
A siring pain shoots up my legs
I crumple into a bloodied mass of a ten year old boy
I look.
Glass, blood, torn flesh, metal, screams...
FEAR.
My mommy's gone... right here,
but gone.
More pain ruffles up my neck- like a slow anesthetic
Then nothing.
Blackness.

The Nothing Cafe by Brooke Johnston

I step into the cafe, blue sky, white clouds
I sit into the torn, cushioned seat: shiny red
a beautiful woman asks me what I would like to drink: lemonade
This woman of beauty has a future, has a family, has dreams
A man walks in
his coat so puffy
He makes me nervous, a drop
of sweat drips down his face like
fresh morning dew on a tulip.
then the noise, like a train hitting a wall
the big flash of light frightens me
I want to run into my daddy's arms and
make this tragedy go away
I'm sorry for being bad daddy, I love you
crushing metal, cries, screams
nothing

My Existence

I feel myself bouncing on the nervous, sweaty young mans torso,
I feel the fear pouring out of this boys body as he steps on the bus with a hypnotic stare only thinking of one thing,
I want to resist,
I don’t want to be the cause of death and destruction,
I don’t want to be the single object that instills fear in some sorrow in others and regret in the one who is in control of me,
I don’t want to be the darkness at the end of life,
I wish nothing more than this, but what can I do,
I am a bomb,
I feel the detonator being thumbed in the vest I am worn on,
In one flash, one split second, my existence, my purpose for being here is fulfilled,
I explode.

Good Wishes By: Natalie Geer

Allow your restless soul be free,
Feel Mother Earth beneath you feet.
And as you run,
Run with life.
A valiant triumph; each breath you take,
A kingship: each friend you make.
Spread your wings, fly away,
Enjoy each moment,
Enjoy each day.
Namaste.

Relax the World by Skylar Weir

Release the negative air that pressurizes
the essence of your soul.
Liberate your thoughts of wisdom.
Unshackle the reigns that harness
your stress.
Redeem what has been lost.
Surrender your soul in relaxation.

The courage and hope

kids becoming men

men becoming soldiers

showing hope and happiness

courage becomes stronger in their life's

having to be at risk

no time for tears

fight for their countries

their purpose is to survive

killing is not a choice

at time in war

people dying every hour

remembering our brothers

mothers missing their children

no one can be sure

to obtain the cure of war

they know to be secure

we have hope see them out of there

is unfair but there no one else that cares

No Love

to tell the truth needs courage

we cant show rage

our faith is going over an edge

countries killing each other

kids cry for their mothers

people lie to one another

love should be better

an act of action needs to be shown

donde esta el amor

no more bombs

this madness needs end

is now or never

Ancestor's Voices - Shane Kinney

The trees rustling in the wind,
The rivers turning into oceans,
can you hear them?
The lion running through the jungle,
The owl flying in the night sky,
can you hear them?
People wandering the land,
The voices of your ancestor's,
They are calling, can you hear them?
Where has the kindness gone?
Why has the compassion left?
The message is there in the earth,
can you hear it?

The Lost Sun by Katie Lettunich

I stand on the crowded bus,
Disconnected with the world around me.
Waiting,
Wondering how the explosives
I have
Clinging to every inch of my waist,
Will change the lives
Of these so-called innocent people.
I inhale a whiff of a woman’s perfume
Who brushes past me.
Her smile is the sun
That shines so bright
It blurs my vision.
I think,
In a few minutes,
That sun will be gone from this world
Forever.

Kimberly Heald "Innocent Angel"

Innocent Angel

How ironic it is strapping,
On a vest of pure destruction,
When it's told to give me life.
The vest litteraly puts weight,
On my shoulders, adding
To the weight that was already there.
The pain floats with me,
Taking baby like steps onto the bus.
Immediately I choke,
Breaths of those full of life,
Stole the struggle of breaths I had left.
The watch of an elderly man ticked,
Seeming louder than my pounding
Heart.
A small child grabbed the pocket of my coat,
Awakening my senses.
It is her hand that touches,
The button of destruction.
Quickly I force a smile,
Sweat plastering my forehead.
My other hand is filled,
With the God I put my faith in.
Replacing her hand with mine,
The image of my own innocent angel,
Reflects in my eyes.
Why would I be selfish,
For my paradise,
Now it's I who joins the breathing of the living,
Today is one less day,
Where innocence dies.

Puppetier by Olivia Lange

Your head is held up by the strings you display
Let down the strings
Please let me see the weight you carry
Put yourself into my lap
Let me stroke away your pain
Tell your master to cut the strings
Be free and find your balance again
Let the tears you hold back wipe away the fakeness of your face
Come to reality
Have it seep into your skin
Deep
So that you never forget it
Never let the strings to the old you be reattached

Regrets By Hayley Richman

Walking down the street so focused on my goal

My nerves have diminished leaving a space

So empty

Gradually filling with ideas

Regrets

Like a tap filling a sink

A tunnel is all I see

I know I'm near

People rush around living yet another day

I am the one to take the rest of them

All is silent, I am deaf

Motionless

Victims walk near to me

Unknowingly

Walking toward the only mistake

They have ever made

Pursuing Happiness - Linnea Dixson

Happiness is not a noun
A person, place, or thing.
It starts with a smile
And resonates; it is a state of being
Happiness is like snow coated trees
That glisten in the sun
Each branch its own, sparkling
To shed some light on everyone.
And when you first discover it
You will settle for no less
For you will have tasted just enough
Pure and unadorned happiness.

Ode to My WHISL Classes by Mrs. Bell

Gossamer threads glitter, lively

with morning dew. A new

day shivers awake, delicate,

intricate as this web, leading

us on a journey

in a circle

spiraling (hopefully) upward,

inward.

I feel blessed our paths

intersect, and I smile

as nature weaves small reminders

of this ethereal connection.

Poetry Posting and Blogging Assignment

Hello Students!

Please cut and paste your revised poem into this blog by Friday 12/18 by midnight. Use the "New Post" button in the top right-hand corner. Make sure you put the title of your poem and your full name in the title section of the post. You will also need to comment (see comment button below each poem) on three other poems by Tues 12/22. Feel free to read more than three poems and click on the quick comment buttons on the bottom.

See my example for the format.