Updated
17th March
Exams
by Laura Burnett
I
watch everyone jot notes anxiously
How terrified can you be?
I pick my pencil and shake the lead
All knowledge escapes my head
I'm in a trance and really scared
I feel so unprepared
I pick up the pencil and start to write
I feel that i can see the light
I try to stay calm and not hit the wall
It's only a test paper after all
The
Holocaust by Brianna McCabe
There, life was Death
Imprisoned
Starved
Slaved
I'm sure they'd rather die
His image, is Death
As he salutes his soldiers
As he kills them all off
One by one
Death has no end
No love
No hope
No dreams
And angels
Never found
Never had
Never here
Life's appearance is Death
Wonder, Oh Wonder by Bethany
Churcher
I often wonder how the wind blows.
Oh how the sun glows
I wonder how the sun comes up and down
I wonder why this world goes around
Oh these wonders I have known
Adventure trips and journeys home.
.
The Human Alien by Millie
There's
so much noise
And yet it's quiet
I feel so safe
But I'm in the middle of a riot
I keep to myself
But everyone knows me
I see the same
But no one knows what I see
The world does spin
But I am never dizzy
I take my time
Even though I'm very busy
We are all the same
But really I'm unique
And in my mind your language
Is not the one I speak.
Different
by Kelly Ingraham
He
is different, yes I agree.
But why do you care?
He may not be "normal"
But that's no excuse to stare
He
may know my voice,
But not how I look
He may love to listen,
But alone can't read a book
He
may not know much
But has taught more than a teacher can teach
Talk to him, he'll listen,
But his words are out of reach
He
may not know he's different,
But he's as human as your or I
You can bully him however much,
But you still won't make him cry
He's
a little angel sent from heaven,
Though to you he may not look it
Do not be afraid of him.
Talk to him, he'll enjoy every bit
Winter by Will D.
I don't like winter much,
too many things I don't want to touch.
Like the snow makes my hands cold,
and at school I may get a scold.
Winter is too cold for me,
but there are some things I like to see.
Like snow on the rolling hills,
but I really dislike the chills.
Winter by itself is enough,
but the winter breeze makes it tough.
Snowboarding in winter is all I like to do,
and after I can't feel my feet in my shoe.
Winter makes it hard to be outdoors,
and can add some additional chores.
In winter it's rare to get shine,
and that is where I draw the line.
Summer is the season for me,
it makes me feel as I am free.
Every day is a beautiful day,
unlike winter I can always play.
I'll
Change... Promise by Louise Mitchell
I have a fear of ambulances
as they go whizzing by
if I lost me mam and dad
it would make me cry
I turn around and touch my toes
and promise to improve
and go to bed like other kids
and try not to be so rude
I'd end up in an orphans' home
where they would treat me cruel
and if I was especially bad
they'd feed me bread and gruel
The danger's passed
the siren's gone
I breathe a heavy sigh
I'll be as bad as I ever was
nasty
mean
and sly
Until i see another ambulance
as it goes whizzing by
Mum
by Laura Burnett
Mum
moans all day long
You cover your ears if she bursts into song
She loves to make cups of tea
She's very fond of it you see
She watches documentaries on TV
Between looking after my brother and me
She makes tea and washes the pots
But she knows I love her Lots
The
Eye by Kelly Ingraham
Enormous
waves crash upon the shore
Trees wave wildly at passers by
Wind strips houses of roofs the once wore
Rain never slowing to hear the citizens cry
Lightening
lights up the sky
Illuminating everything on the ground
Up in the heavens lives an angry eye
Searching for something it still hasn't found
The
Mermaid by Millie
My
heart and soul is water
My home is the ocean floor
I've swam the waters far and wide
But I want so much more
I want to feel the sun
Feel the heat upon my skin
I want to run and play
But instead of feet, I've fin
I dream of a million stars
As I feel the evening breeze
But it's not really there
For I'm trapped beneath the seas
My mind begins to wonder
But my tail does nothing more
As I am just a mermaid
Upon the ocean floor.
Big
Game by Louise Mitchell
Another hot day in the jungle
but in the thicket and the thatch
all the animals assembled
to watch a football match
The animals had called a truce
from being each other's prey
and decided to play a football match
to be held this very day
A rhino was to referee
the hippo's supplied a cup
a gorilla was to run the line
the ball boy was a hyena's pup
The monkeys were in hairy vests
the tigers in their usual stripes
the baboons took care of injuries
with a bucket and some wipes
A giraffe scored a goal early
from a good pass to his head
he soared above some chimpanzees
and put the ball to bed
The stripes had a goal disallowed
though the offside trap was beaten
the referee then got involved
when the centre-half was eaten
The match was abandoned early
the monkeys claimed the cup
when an elephant killed a flea
but only meant to trip him up
It took sometime to settle down
and the tigers were heard to beg
for a centipede to be drafted in
to play the second leg
But the replay did not go to plan
the tigers lost two one
because the game was nearly over
before his football boots were on
Now peace has returned to the jungle
and I feel it worth reporting
that things have returned to normal now
because hunting is more sporting!
Butterflies
by Kelly Ingraham
They
are free to fly,
Where ever their heart may lie
Through nature they travel,
Seeing you life unravel
They
once were not as free,
Free to fly and see life's beauty
They were stuck with walking around,
Not being able to see much from the ground
Then
came a time in there life when they saw nothing,
Thinking life may be bluffing,
Playing an endless game,
Nature giving them no name
When
they once again saw the sun's light,
The strange darkness had given up the fight.
They found they now had wings,
Now to see nature's marvellous things.
They
flutter in the breeze,
Landing on the most beautiful flowers with ease
They don't fly high in the sky,
So what are they you ask? My friend, they are butterflies.
Time
by Millie
Everybody
says "time flies"
And we just let it go
We never stop to think
That we could take it slow
We can't control time
It's something we'll never do
But if you stop for a moment
Time seems to stop for you
We take for granted the things we have
The lives we take or give
We never once reviewed the words
"Live and let live"
We are soldiers on the Earth
And time it is our foe
We fight it all our lives
Because we just can't let it go
So while your here just think
There's one whole world to see
And if we take the time
Just think where you could be.
Undying
Love by Millie
I sit day by day at the door
Waiting for the handle to turn
The fire is never put out
My house is beginning to burn
Nobody knows I'm inside
Nobody cares if I'm dead
In fact, I've been in here a while
And there's something wrong with my head
My eyes rolling backwards and forwards
My hands are flaky and blue
And still I sit here waiting
Waiting patiently for you
You said you'd come back to me
That we'd run away and be wed
But I've waited for so long
That I never noticed... I'm dead.
A Pirate's Tale by Millie
Come
me hearties
Into the cave where all the treasures be found
We are but humble pirates
To the code we pirates be bound
Each one of us has a curse
A terrible curse we behold
And all because we each
Stole a piece of Aztec gold
Come aboard me ship
An' I shall tell ye more
As we set sail for Tortuga
To find some men ashore
Me crew are all the same
By day we're blood and skin
But when the moon comes out
You see our bones within
We do not live nor die
We do not taste nor feel
But I can tell you now
We're all completely real
So come and join us aboard
The ship is ready to go
And share our tasteless feast
And drink up me hearties yo ho!
Updated
3rd March
Be-heading
to Success by Louise Mitchell
My favourite lesson is history
I don't like to do my sums
In history I discovered why
Anne Bolelyn was disliked by her chums
She had six fingers on one hand
this made her very smart,
she was cleverer than the rest
because she had a flying start
Whilst all her friends could use their hands
to count right up to ten
Anne could count an extra one
and then cluck like a hen
I'm very smart the head has said,
and so agrees the dean,
If I carry on this way
I may grow up to be the queen
Keep Them
Grounded by Louise Mitchell
Dad, I want to be an astronaut
go racing thru' the sky
be a supersonic spaceman
an intergalactic sort of guy
Son, if you want to be an astronaut
you'll need to show no fear
remember, son, that funfair ride
when you came over queer
Dad, I want to be an astronaut
and leave Earth for the Moon,
visit Venus, Mars and Jupiter
I'll leave this afternoon
Son, you'll need to have a head for heights
and they go at such great speed
you get dizzy on our stairs
so I don't think you'll succeed
You've made me think again Dad
space travel may not be my thing
I've reconsidered my options, Dad
how do I become the king?
Colours
by Tabitha Kidd
Thick
Blood Runs Threw My Veins, Red
My Heart Beating As I Know What He Wants To Say
The Words "Lets Just Be Friends For Now" Slip
From His Lips, Pink
As tears Run Down My Face
I Run Home And Cry My Self To Sleep, Blue
Life
by Teresa Osia
The
wind put her hands
through the half-naked branches
as the leaves fall into the ground.
The smell of her autumn perfume,
like blooming flowers in spring.
The cotton balls that fill the sky,
filled with fresh flowing water,
to cleanse the dirt.
As life rejuvenates in the air,
another falls into the ground.
Small
Time Blues by Baobao
Zhang
Lost
in a drizzle of autumn rain,
lost in the spirit of '68,
we drifted away with the small time blues.
An old melody,
like slow creaks of a rocking chair
or distant howls from a southbound train,
found its way through our tangled hearts.
Underneath the dim light of our front porch,
I watched Willie's agile hands dance across
his guitar to the count of two-and-four.
As his warm gaze locked into mine,
our voices, too, mingled into one-
and it lingered like a feather on the breath of God.
Heart
by Tabitha Kidd
Heart
So Broken
Love Is Pain
It Hurts Like HELL!!!!
Love
Raleigh,
North Caroline by Baobao Zhang
Perhaps
only wistful romantics like us would
wake before dawn to sip tea and watch the world pass by.
On a hazy windowpane, I traced the stark shadows of pines
branded with frost cracks and blight-
their sickly hands clawed a crimson sky overhead.
Before this vista had a chance to linger
another flashed before our eyes.
A stretch of rusted fence
pricked the landscape with jagged barbs and caution signs.
"Bowater's Paper Mill lies ahead."
Jesse's familiar voice broke the silence.
"You see that dark smoke rising?
Well, that's how you know we're nearing Raleigh."
He bitterly pronounced each syllable of the truth like
a defeated
Adam,
fixed with a backward glance-
unable to accept his expulsion from Paradise.
I
held my breath and prayed
as Train No. 92 roared past the tragedies of North Caroline.
Rock
& Roll by Baobao Zhang
The
road to Nazareth. It twisted
North and South
across pine-laced hills and rocky pastures-
all the while gyring within an American anthem.
Sounding something like Amazing Grace.
Only if angels sang like lonesome roadmen
rattling through the night.
Go down, go down that endless highway-
to darkness, to light, or perhaps to
the blessing of a Second Coming.
Sailing
to Patmos. The boat rocked
to a stormy rhythm of one-and-three
all the while trying to catch
the divine truths in between.
Sounding something like the battle for Heaven.
Only if angels fought with electric bolts-
thrusting fire and lightning alike.
Go down, go down that dark-wine sea-
to Hades, to Eden, or perhaps to
the curse of a Dusty End.
Updated
21st February 2008
Sweet
Dreams by Louise Mitchell
If the world was made of chocolate
it would be a treat
but you'd give yourself a belly ache
every time you ate a street
If a streetlamp was a lollipop
you would eat and eat until
there were no more streetlamps
and you were very ill
It's a silly daydream
take it if you please
Leave the world just as it is.
Now, is the moon made out of cheese?
When
You Seek Me by Issabella Inkwell
When
you seek me, what do you look for?
Because when I seek you, there's tons and more.
I look for beauty in your eyes,
An innocence, that sharply defines.
I look for kindness, always true,
A humor that I only ever found in you.
I look for charm in its own special way,
Only you can charm though nothing you say.
I look for compassion, strange where I find it,
In your hugs, not only just a bit.
And last but not least I look for love,
Strong and secure, you know what I'm made of.
So now I see you questions and I soar,
But when you seek me, what do you look for?
She
the Dove, the Sun does not Speak, said I by Nicole
Fitzpatrick
she
the dove set free by her master.
the sun directing her to safety;
thus since, replaced with moon.
flying
above, searching for her safe return;
blinded by the moon, crows still perch upon.
come
here my fellow dove, fly though this light I say.
she now flies with wild doves,
moon becomes her safe heaven.
duplicated
by moon, you are.
the sun fades, she turns dark and grim said I.
distance lost with you, though love, still followed in
between
carries her light- still alive.
wild
doves you flock upon, their feathers now faded away.
she the dove ,fallen though the cloud,
brightness be gone.
Tis
she the dove, now the crow;
soon you will be back, for I will know.
because birds of the same feather always flock together,
now only time separates us both.
Updated
February 14th
Tiger
by Louise Mitchell
I came across across a tiger on my way to school
His claws were very sharp and he looked nobody's fool
I put him in my water bottle so the teacher could not
see
He stayed there very quietly until frightened by a bee
The tiger he grew angry his temper did persist
He greedily ate my teacher.
Class dis-MISS-ed!
Be
a Kid by Allyce McClain
Have
your parents ever told you
Grow up
Stop acting like a kid
But what they say doesn't matter
Do you want to know why
I am a teenager
Who still looks for dinosaurs in the sky
I still watch cartoons
Sometimes I eat dinner at noon
So you see why it doesn't matter
Your not quite grown yet
Trust me
Don't be in a rush to grow up
Enjoy it while you can
When by Rebecca Berezin
When
you sing, it's like a thousand pianos are in my head
Your voice would put the birds to shame
When you speak it's like a story that never ends, that
will put me in suspense
When you fly it's like the rainbows in the sky land on
you
When you listen I know that you have entered my mind
Sometimes
by Allyce McClain
sometimes
I wish life was different
sometimes I wish it would have started better
sometimes things aren't what they seem
you wake up in the morning
and think to yourself
I made it through another night
sometimes I wish that I had someone else's life
sometimes I think I should change
not for me
but for another person's sake
sometimes
sometimes
sometimes I wish I didn't pretend
to be the person I am
it seems like life will never change
will it
we'll see
sometimes I wish I could change my voice
just to fit in
just because I wish it's not a sin
God
by Judy Campbell
In
times of wonder I often hear a voice like thunder.
I try to think of times I had disappointment and pain.
But God's love and grace took those memories away.
When I think of times my friends had pushed me away.
God was there to stop me from bleeding out my pain.
I know they don't like the things I say or the God I praise.
Yet I will not allow them to push me away.
I know I must tell everyone of God's saving grace.
Updated
January 31st 2008
In
Days of Yore by Louise Mitchell
In days of yore
before the po
and toilets were invented
if you felt the need
you paid great heed
to the hole lions frequented
The
Paper Shredder by Zachary Pileggi
Chewing,
crunching, munching
teeth gnashing as it rips and tears
Into the very fibre of its victim
Snarling, bellowing, yelling
To
be fed more and more
Its appetite growing stronger
And
stronger until at last it...
Stops. Full at last!
Its
stomach needs to be emptied,
So it can start again.
Peace
by Melissa
People
have so many opinions
On what peace really is.
Some
say not this
Others, not that
But
no matter to that now,
It's not why I'm here.
I
want to tell you what
I'm pretty sure it is.
It's
the place of your own,
That you can call home.
It's
your friend's voice,
Which makes you rejoice.
It's
the sound of a breath,
That you think is best.
It's
the flood of emotions,
When you let go of all strain.
It's
the settled mind
That you finally get.
It's
your tears of faith
That gives you your strength.
It's
whichever value you hold in your hand,
That is untouchable to everything but your heart.
Colour
by Abe Drechsler
I
would rather be shot down in bliss, high flying
Than live out my life as gray.
Give me flowers and sunsets
Sketch a portrait in the sky
Blues and greens, every hue
Let me sit on a marble staircase
And watch the sun crash with you in my arms
And when the light lowers
Radiate into my closed eyes
Let me feel your beauty
As it escapes your voice
Fix me in that place,
As eternity slips slowly by.
Updated
January 23rd 2008
The
Syllables by Louise Mitchell
I'd
given it no thought whatsoever
but the syllables are really clever
Accentuating every beat
to all that I hear
sing
spell
or speak
Spin by Rebecca Berezin
The
trees blow in the wind
Where they blow no one knows
All the while a girl sings of lost cities and magic rings
Suddenly the girl starts to spin
She has been transported into the past
Where boats on the sea have golden masts
This is where I'm meant to be, thinks she
Waiting
by Mulham
It's
so disappointing
To be alone
No one is near you
No one to depend on
Cold,
Is what you feel
Wounds,
Won't seem to heal
But
even though your life
Seems so dead
You keep waiting
Holding to a thread
Waiting
for someone
Waiting for something
Waiting...
Credo
by Trish Ike
I
believe in the beauty of life,
the joy friendship brings,
the changes for the better,
the struggles that make you stronger,
the qualities of perfection,
originality, intelligence, willpower.
But
the belief that effort is not needed
to succeed is immoral.
I
believe in trusting those you love.
I believe in striving for lasting quality.
I believe in having self-confidence,
leadership, commitment, bravery.
And
I believe in a person's capability to do
more than what they can imagine.
Ought
To Do by Abraham Drechsler
It's
a systematic failure of our minds to cooperate
We're doing all these things, these things that we all
hate
The puzzles won't fit together, less they just might break
And the memory of you is enough to keep me awake.
I've been drowning for so long, in this charcoal gray
It's time to break free, separate my life
From all of these things, these things that we all hate.
I'm tired, and sore, melodramatic, most unsure
When I see you again I'll know how to act.
What made me act, attack, paralyzed behind your eyes
Your eyes paralyze, me alone in my room
Alone with you, paradox of a believer.
But what do I believe? I believe in you, that's true
I believe in love, and the lack of there of
In this place, with your face, haunting my view, it's
only you,
Separating me, from all the things that I ought to do.
We're all doing these things, things we all out to do.
Separate from you, that's all we ought to do.
A
Window by Mulham
Wind
whispering,
In her ear,
Nothing she can hear, but
Don't think she's deaf, it's
Only because she's just a
Window
You
Just Might Be... by BriRae
You
painted a beautiful picture of what I wanted to
be.
When you left, I thought the world would end.
But I remembered my world had ended once before.
You showed me what I wanted - without even knowing.
And I rebuilt my world, striving for something more.
Something better.
[I
thought you fell off the face of the earth]
When the shadows become the light.
When water becomes the air I breathe.
When my tears become the rain that falls.
When music becomes the sound of my heart breaking.
When wars become the sound of the wind in the leaves.
When falling snow becomes the loudest sound on earth.
I'll
just remember that your arms might be the pillow
I rest [my head on].
That your scent might be the only air I can breathe.
That your beating heart might be the only thing
keeping me alive.
And that I will see you again someday...
Updated
11th January 2008
The
Blank Canvas of the Sky by Rhia Lyon
...and
finally the sun rises up, staining the blank canvas of
the sky.
It can be washed away with rain, but it can never be fully
erased,
otherwise the sky would just yet again be a blank canvas,
no colourful joy
just like my pathetic life being washed away before me,
with the pain of sorrow.
Insomnia by Kasey Stone
Awake
Again.
Sat in bed wondering
What will I do?
It's too warm,
It's too light,
There's too much noise.
I listen to the ticking,
The endless ticking of this stupid clock.
I close my eyes,
I plead with sleep.
Hold on,
I can't hear my clock.
It can't be possible,
Can it?
Dreams
by Esosa Akpata
A
place for all thoughts magical
And all our fantasies
A place for all thoughts mystical
And as endless as the seas
A
place for happily ever after
Fairytales and more
A place where magic flows like water
Below the ocean floor
A
place to let our imaginations go wild
Made up scenes and characters
A place that brings out our inner child
And that is all that matters
A
place with colourful beams
Where everything sparkles and gleams
A place that's nice or so it seems
Amazing things happen in our dreams
Never
by Krystin Woods
I
never thought I'd see your name
carved in stone so soon, so cold
a rose above your head
that equals love life and death
Realizing,
sitting back,
watching you disappear into the crowd,
into the crowd
like you didn't matter,
then yelling your name,
I slowly realize you matter to me
I slowly realize you're all I want
Safe
lightning lights the midnight sky
you kiss my hair and say it's going to be all right
I look in your eyes and see it's true
that you'll protect me till it's through
The
Weather by Esosa Akpata
The
weather can be good or bad
Sometimes, makes you happy or sad
Rain, sun, wind, snow or cool air
All these things make the weather just fair.
When
it rains, it's dull, nothing left to glow
But still it makes the plants and trees grow
They become taller, stronger, prettier and more
Only because of this great downpour.
When
it snows, everywhere is white
It makes everything look really bright
Have fun! Make a snowman or ball
But be careful, you're bound to fall.
When
it's windy, the air is cool
That's when you wish you were in a heated pool
So many things just flying about
If I were you, I wouldn't come out.
The
sun is our greatest light
Without it we would lose our sight
When it's out put on a smile
If not all day, at least for a while.
You
can still feel better
Whatever the weather.
Gothic
Poem by Paresh Patel
I watched him from a far
slowly dying away with time.
He couldn't handle the pain,
nobody trusted him, or
acknowledged his presence.
He had enough,
He did what he thought was right,
Ending it forever.
He forgot what happiness was,
it all left him.
Everyone missed him,
but never really knew him.
They mourned,
wondering who he was and could've known,
wondering if, their friendship could of helped him live.
Always being backstabbed,
he could not take it much more,
all the pain inside,
he saw no end and pulled the trigger.
Maybe if they knew him,
they could of at least remembered him.
Ember by Abe Drechsler
Sketch
and dirty
Violently beautiful
And o she has secrets
And o she has lies
But that's half the battle, half the attraction
The mystery, the story, the unknown
Scratch marks and imperfections
Rocky, brash, with invisible fear
Invisible exist, just without the face
A determined face, a face to prove you wrong
A face to prove the world
Glowing eyes, like dying embers
Last of her kind, last of mankind
Dehumanizing manipulating unknown
To her exquisite charm and grace. With black hair
And a shot of gin to coincide with her false sense of
reality
Like a storm, not understood and rising above the aggressor
She brings in lighting and hail.
A shroud of misty fog loosens the chill night,
And marks immeasurable distances as it graces her limits
With an eloquent touch, a taste, a whisper in the ear
Something about her that is just that, something
Dark candles in a white room, it's opaque and unreadable
The way she likes it, cloudy
As the heat dies down, the coals give up a lesser fight
The charred core reveals everything, everything worth
keeping
Still, you wish she wouldn't stop burning
Violently blazing, a series of beautiful lies
Updated
January 4th 2008
Me
by Karina Ananta
Me is me
I never be you
Although I always act
Me is me
Me is me
Me who never being myself
Me who always lying
But me is still me
Me is me
People never let me being myself
But I want being myself
Although me is still me
Can you see me
See myself
Me is me
But myself can't saw by you
A Bad Dream by Mak
Stop!
Before you sleep
You're lying on your bed
Thoughts in your head
Preventing you from rest
Mistakes in your chest
Keeping you awake,
Not giving you a break
Maybe tomorrow,
You won't be afraid
Your problems,
All of them will fade
Or maybe all of this
Is just a bad dream
And soon you'll
Wake up
Philasophia by Poornima Peiris
I
encountered Philasophia yesterday.
Running down the street
Like a mad poet,
Maybe she had heard of Socrates'
Apology
But I heard Plato say to one of his students
It was too late when she came.
Knocking at the door with her 30 Minas
To rescue her father from
Zeus's wrath
Now she runs unbounded without her
Father's guidance
Like a wild petal tossed into the wind
Collecting criticism
Praising Plato for his Republic
Built to welcome a new guardian
Updated
18th December 2007
The
Lunar Landscape of Landzarote by Rhia
Swerving, curving, squirming, swirling
Crashing, bashing, clashing, smashing white hot lava
Roaring, soaring over the unspoiled land,
Obfuscating the serene landscape
It is no longer dormant and yet again starts
Spurting, spraying everyone's praying,
Shocking, raging its rather amazing...
... Sinking into the gardens, it creates a brand new Pompeii,
yet another textbook of history.
Once everything has been annihilated, the volcano
starts calming, pacifying, no more embalming fossilising
or entombing
Nothing left, nothing satisfying, but DEATH
Reason
by Aimee
If
I gave you a reason to hate me, would you?
If I held out a mirror and told you everything you see
is everything I've ever dreamed of, would you change
your mind?
If I invited you to the lakeside and told you my
secret, would you tell me yours?
I don't think you realize
that as you chase that someone,
that as you embrace that someone,
that as you watch that someone,
there's someone waiting right behind you.
If you turned around and found me there, would you
smile back?
If you passed me in the hallways, would you say the
first words?
If you sat beside me, would you hold out a hand?
I don't think you understand that this isn't the kind
of feeling I can forget,
seeing something pass me by like it was never meant to
be,
that it's the hardest thing to let go when nothing
could compare to this ideal happily ever after that's
pent up in my foolish little head
If you gave me a reason to hate you, my biggest secret
would be that I am almost completely in love with you
I'm
Sorry by Sarah Bell
I'm sorry for the times that I left you home
I was on the road and you were alone
I'm sorry for the times that I had to go
I'm sorry for the fact that I did not know
That you were sitting home just wishing we
Could go back to when it was just you and me
I'm sorry for the times I would neglect
I'm sorry for the times I disrespect
I'm
sorry for the wrong things that I've done
I'm sorry I'm not always there for my son
I'm sorry for the fact that I am not aware
But you can't sleep at night when I am not there
Because I'm in the streets like everyday
I'm sorry for the things that I did not say
Like how you are the best thing in my world
And how I'm so proud to call you my girl.
I
understand that there's a problem
And I'm not too blind to know
All the pain you kept inside you
Even though you might not show
If I can't apologise for being wrong
Then it's just a shame on me
I'll be the reason for your pain
And you can put the blame on me
Updated
5th December 2007
Frozen
Tear by Jennie Munslow
Looking
at my tears that dried a long time ago,
As I watched you trudge through the cold winter's snow,
My heart broke in two as you left that fateful night,
Never again for us to meet, for our souls to reunite
Roses
Are Red... by Shannon
Roses
are red,
Violets are blue,
I'm in love with a goddess,
(That would be you)
That
Memorable Day by Lindsey Anderson
The
doors closing
Right in my face
The lights dimming
I can't find my place
My
heart's broken
It all comes to an end
Not a word spoken
I'm all that's left to mend
You
won't look me in the eye
I can't find my way
No one knows how I lied
About the memorable day
You
still move on
Your now the past
Ill always love you fond
But still the memories last
Happiness
by Megan Rensch
What
do they mean, when they say happiness?
How do they know what it may be?
Is it a state
A memory,
Or feeling?
Could it be laughter
Or a doomed man healing?
Is it love
Reflected back on you?
Or is it fate
Shared amongst two?
If you may know
Share your answer please
So we all know
And everyone agrees
What is happiness?
Wilderness
by Alyssa Ringuette
There
is a deer in me...
Following my mom around...
Standing my ground...
Not allowing myself to get
distracted by outside influences...
There is a deer in me...
with gentleness and an open heart...
and has a child like innocence...
protecting and hiding from predators...
having hidden abilities...
as I play in the woods...
the wilderness surrounds me!
Missing
You by Valerie
I'm
missing you this moment,
Some time for you I lent,
But you'll be back in my arms soon,
And you and I will stare at the moon.
Together forever, love is strong,
Nothing about this is ever wrong.
Everyone stares, calls us names,
We have nothing for which to be ashamed.
So here I stand, perhaps alone,
I stand here now, like strongest stone.
I'll be here, with arms held open for you,
For you, you know I'll always wait too.
While you're gone, I miss you so,
I think you really already know.
So I'm missing you, but you'll be back,
But I have all of you to lack...
Angelic
Killer by Mary Ann Harrison
Hate pierces my evil heart
Tasting like a candy filled dart
Revenge motivates my cruel intentions
Making easy my deceptions
Anger boils my blood
Making my wrists dispense a red flood
Blue are my eyes
Two well known spies
Seeing what others cannot
Black in a white spot
Pink are my lips
That I have allowed you to touch with finger tips
I know you have killed angels
Stripped them of life while their halos dangled
How can anyone stop you
When you disappear with the morning dew?
Clock
by Cece
Dark shadow lurks in the debt of the night,
Dark and dreary, breaking souls what a fight,
Clock strikes one, lets them know disease is 'round
Clock strikes two, with a touch, pain eases, bound
Clock strikes three, boldness takes over, tears grow,
Clock strikes four, home ward bound, with unknown woe
Clock strikes five, hellion grasps your hand,
Clock strikes six, gripe gets worse, brawl for the land,
Clock strikes seven, call down is done for good,
Breath by breathe, pulls, you are not understood
Visions grow nearer, memories come back,
Thinking back on it now, know what you lacked,
The regrets haunt you as you slowly go,
Too disabled to talk, no one will know.
Dark shadow lurks in the debt of the night,
Dark and dreary, breaking souls what a fight,
Clock strikes one, lets them know disease is 'round
Clock strikes two, with a touch, pain eases, bound
Clock strikes three, boldness takes over, tears grow,
Clock strikes four, home ward bound, with unknown woe
Clock strikes five, hellion grasps your hand,
Clock strikes six, gripe gets worse, brawl for the land,
Clock strikes seven, call down is done for good,
Breath by breathe, pulls, you are not understood
Visions grow nearer, memories come back,
Thinking back on it now, know what you lacked,
The regrets haunt you as you slowly go,
Too disabled to talk, no one will know.
Broken
Dreams by Valerie
Broken
dreams, once unmended,
I hope the gods, I've not offended.
But I'm okay, my dreams are new,
And all of this because of you.
You renewed my dreams,
Tears still come on streams.
But now I cry for joy of love,
And fly because i feel like a dove.
If you don't understand, I'll explain,
And we'll dance alone in the pouring rain.
As we dance I stare at you, wonder how you cannot see,
What you are, and wonder what you see in me.
My dearest love, you eyes so brown,
If down you go, then with you I go down,
But where ever you go, I go with,
This love is not a fairytale a complacent myth.
We are for real, you've mended me,
You've mended all my broken dreams.
Enchanted
by Valerie
You
take my hand, I smile at you,
Here we are, we knew we'd be here soon.
Fall with me, into a world where we're together,
Fall with me, to a world where we're forever.
I'll take you there, if you'll follow me,
Take you there and let you see.
We deserve this, we've waited so long,
We've waited... we've been strong.
They've beaten us, called us names,
And all we have is our love to claim.
So here we are, we're alone for now,
We're here and it's over somehow.
Like a spells' been chanted,
I know that you and I are enchanted.
Updated
9th November 2007
Masquerade
by Josie
Half moon smiles
And vinegar lips
The taste of blood
And interior secrets.
White
gloved hands
Black canes and cloaks
Masks of beauty
And coterie folk.
Six
minutes in
His body is wanting
Something that he needs
But the thought always haunts him.
The crimson red stuff
Which pumps through ones' veins
That is the thick juice
That he now craves.
Out
through the hall
He skulks into the night
And stumbles across a couple
Who he gives a very big fright
In
a flash of white teeth
And two screams lost into the night
He replaces his mask
To hide his satisfactory smile, small and tight.
Watch
Wolf… by Sarah Nelson
Moon
spills like a waterfall of light
Onto the shadowed figure
As
the animal shuffles out of his shadow
You can see the muscle under his thick gray fur
He
retracts his huge gleaming claws
Polished marble white by prey he catches
Onyx
eyes seemingly stare at the stars
But in reality sees all
Perked
ears twitch slightly as they hear rustles in the undergrowth
Ready for an attack aimed at him
Black
nose picks up no danger that might be lurking in the bushes
Only a rabbit
Wind
rustles his pelt as warm and cool air crash
Signalling a storm
A
crack of lighting splits the background
Like a canvas splattered with yellow paint
Cracks
and snarls
Sounds sound off in the distance
Rain
hurtles down
Flattening, and darkening his fur
As
the proud wolf stands tall
To keep watch for his pack
Hey
Pal, Let's be Friends by Naomi
you
make me write my best poems:
wander, stop, start, wonder
maybe someday I'll give them to you,
maybe today, maybe your birthday
tied in a silver paper package
or scrawled here on loose-leaf
hey pal, let's be friends
I like your silly faces, I like your
poser-flip hair and the V on your forehead
marking you an avid fanatic
of Battlestar Galactica but you are
more, you are cooler
you are the commander
of the school of rock, coaxing from us
the ferocity/beauty that lives
untrumpeted in our music -
hey pal, let's make music
alright pal, let's be friends
let's hug 'til our air is squeezed out
completely; a kiss or two never hurt anyone
did it? hey pal, let's be friends -
let's witch-dance in the moon;
I'll salsa, meringue, or even rumba
in your honour.
The
Enchanting Room by
Amrita Prabhu
The rooms seemed brighter
the books are kept neat.
My soul feels lighter
as it escapes the heat.
Everyone definitely has
a book in their hand
It is one peaceful place,
in this monsoon land!
The students on the contrary
just keep chattering
'Silence please!' the teacher says,
'Remember, this a library'.
Time as always,
rolls on so fast.
I can see the rain
And feel the rain sway past.
Books on history
And writings of Vivekananda
More on Geography, chemistry
And the King of Nalanda!
Some feel very sleepy
while some are immersed in their dreams
A handful are busy
Reading about Ganges and other streams.
This is the best place
in the entire school
You could read anything
Isn't that cool??
Where
Did She Go? by Rebekah Mason
There she was,
standing at the bus stop,
waving to me.
I did not recognize her.
She did not look like the humble friend I used to know.
She looked like a clown.
I could not recognize her face,
which was smothered in make-up.
It was as if she was putting on a show,
a show for people who wouldn't matter in 10 years,
blind people.
Where
did she go?
I do not know you.
What happened to those times?
Those times when possessions didn't matter.
What have you become?
You're just a performer.
You're not real.
You're fake.
I don't know you.
I
want my friend back.
My friend that cared about me.
My friend that didn't care about what people thought of
her.
Her spirit is dead.
I cannot revive her.
She is being devoured by the world.
Please don't go,
not like this
We were going to go together.
Remember?
I miss you.
I love you.
You were a sister to me.
I can't find you.
You've been absorbed by those people,
who don't care how your life ends up.
I cared about you.
Please come back.
Where did you go?
Unforgettable Days by Amrita
Prabhu
An obscure memory
Of my first day at school
keen to see my new class
but still, tears in my eyes?
And now when I look back
How precious those days were
Really want to go back
But can't! It's not fair!
I counted my age
by friends and not by years
They wiped my tears
and blew away my fears.
To know more, each day
teachers were always there,
and like a golden ray -
they taught us what's fair and unfair!
Just one more year to go
my ecstatic mind and heart bleeds, to know
that the day would come
when friends would part with a silent hum.
We sang, we danced, learnt chemistry,
geography, physics and the rest of history!
How we came closer and the time flew
still remains a wonderful mystery.
An obscure memory, I'll have
of my last day at school- after many years;
I'll be keen to see my old class and I'll
cherish every moment, without regrets…
Without tears….
Updated
October 26th 2007
Sorry
by Vivien
I
am sorry
For making you sad
For making you mad
Sorry for my badness
I am sorry
For breaking your happiness
For making you full of sadness
Sorry for my madness
I am sorry
My trust is poor
I am such a fool
I am hoping my poem is good
For you are much more than just a lovely bloom
I hope this forgiveness
Will make you drown
Your sadness,
Your madness...
And gain trust
And happiness
And my forgiveness...
On the Eve of the Rugby World
Cup Final, 2007
by Matthew Richardson
So
here we are though no one knows
Quite how it came to be,
The England Rugby Team almost
On the brink of victory.
No
team has ever won it twice,
Nor come back from such odds;
Can they pull off the final twist
And ride home hailed as Gods?
I
guess we'll have to wait and see
With nervous, desperate hope,
Just praying that fate blesses them
With one last lucky stroke.
Gray
by Alyssa Ringuette
What
if the world was dark and gray
No flowers or trees
No children to play
I sit there and wonder
About tomorrow's day
Because what if the world,
Was dark and gray!
Could
by Matthew Richardson
If
I could walk into a room
And not oblige the prying eyes,
That hunt and scavenge all around
To sink and claw and vent despise.
If
I could move with confidence
Without the fear of mockery,
Content to be just who I am
And free from this captivity.
If
I could be just like the rest,
Not trapped by this self-consciousness,
But move with ease like I once did,
Then maybe I'd find happiness.
Trees by Alyssa Ringuette
Swaying,
swaying, swaying their branches
Up and down on a mid-summers breeze
Leaves dancing left and right as they fall to the ground
Fall, fall is coming i can tell by the sound
I can hear the wind pushing through the branches
The days are colder and trees are more bare
Just sit there and wonder
What if you were there
There as a tree!
Remembrance
Day by Neelam Shah
Is
the day where gunshots and
Bombs were fired on the battlefields.
Is the day when soldiers had faced
their doom, but with pride and dignity.
Is
the day which was filled with
victory and defeat.
Is the day which had bravery written
right across the sky.
Is
the day which passes grief on
To family and loved ones.
Is the day when the great battle
had ended and peace broke out.
Is
the day which we treasure in
Our hearts and memories.
Is the day when the past comes
into the present.
Is
the day where we remember the
Soldiers and celebrate their heroism.
Is the day where we proudly wear
the red poppy.
The
Perfect Friend by Nyera Garayua
I
thought I had found the perfect friend,
But it took only a week for that to end,
I thought there was happiness and hope left in my life,
But it turns out that it was only added strife,
I thought I was finally doing something right,
But it came behind me and took a bite
I thought that this was real but my emotions will not
appeal
I thought that there was a meaning to my days
But I found out there wasn't in many different ways
I thought you wouldn't be like all the rest,
But those before, you failed the test,
I thought you would stay with me for a little bit,
But I guess you decided just to quit,
I thought that life was worth living for a moment in time,
But the life I wanted could never be mine,
I thought that our friendship would last,
But I guess not and it's now in the past,
And now I've found another perfect friend,
How long before my heart is broken again?
Was
It Worth the Pain? by Salma Ashour
Dad,
was it worth u holding my hands and knocking on that door??
Telling me that beyond it I'll find the dream I 'm longing
for
Even when the door creaked and I heard a loud sound
U held me tight saying, "Here your dream will be
found."
So you put your hands on my eyes and opened the door
Just as u took them off, I saw girls competing as if it's
a war.
A battle that I never thought will end that way
So you encouraged me to join and now I am regretting that
day
Wondering
all alone, IS that what I really dreamt to be?
Or was I blind when u opened the door to let me see!
I knew you just wanted to make me feel secure
But now my pain nobody can cure.
The one to be blamed is neither me nor you.
Because Dad, we wanted to make my dream come true.
As we never thought that faith would die in people one
day
But strange that now I am the one who has to pay.
Pay because I took the risk and I tried to do it on my
own
Even if I am not mistaken now I am standing all alone.
Unable to believe that my friends said what I have been
told
Dad, do you think that one day that page I will fold??
Do
you think that those days will easily pass by?
Or will I always be wondering why?
Why have my friends done so to me?
Is that what I really deserved to see?
Was it worth the pain I have been going through?
Just to fulfil that dream I drew?
Really I want to hear it out loud from all of you
Was what I have been told true?
There
is no need to blush or even feel shy
Because I knew everything so please don't lie
Can you imagine that we were dear friends one day?
But now we can't go through the same way
Please, don't cry because it's so late to do
And I wonder if those tears are really true
Or just I moment and will pass by
And will anybody notice that u still lie!!!!
Talent
by Neelam Shah
What
is talent?
It is a natural ability that you excel at.
A skill which you are blessed with.
A gift from God.
Talent
can be used in many ways.
It can be found in music,
It can be found in a sport,
It can bring happiness.
You can also find it with in your heart.
Talent
can be described in many ways,
It is full of desire,
It is filled with creativity,
It outshines a personality,
It is part of who you are.
Talent
can be spread around the world,
It can be a hidden quality waiting to be discovered,
It can be a sign of heritage.
It is eternal and in you for life.
Talent
is a key to success.
A pathway to make a dream come true.
A unique strength that is in everyone.
A power that makes you Special.
So
what is talent?
An extraordinary treasure which, no one can take away.
Updated
2nd October
Not
to the Darkness by Laura Keeble
I
can see you, baby,
Slipping away from me,
Your face grimaced with despair,
Wishing that you could flee.
But
I won't lose you. Not to the darkness.
You
used to be a happy soul,
Friends and parties galore,
But now hot tears sting my cheeks,
Because you aren't you anymore.
But
I won't lose you. Not to the darkness
I
watch you now my baby,
Poison swimming in your brain,
You stupid child, such a stupid child,
To cause us so much pain.
But
I won't lose you. Not to the darkness.
Please
keep on fighting,
But even though your lips are dumb,
My heart is breaking because I know,
That your time my baby has come.
But
I won't lose you. Not to the darkness.
We
sit around with candles,
And I hold you as I cry,
knowing that you have gone,
I love you and goodbye.
I
have lost you. But not to the darkness.
We
fought the dark, my baby,
And now that you are free,
We'll be together again,
In heaven, you and me.
Updated
20th Sept
Weird
by Mak
Whenever
you come to my head
Enter my heart
I always feel
Relieved and
Deep thoughts start to make
me happy
Determining
a Life by Katherine
The unexposed knowledge of the shy child
huddled by the picture books, tucked into their creases
hiding on the edge of the story circle
It lingered at the stain on the cafeteria table
and it sifted through playground sand
burrowed beneath wood chips
The teacher warmed to the gigglers
their tiny finger prints like fossils in play dough
the jokers, the scraped knees
the line leaders, the easy to follow directions
Today we learn patterns
dental floss
and one blue bead one red bead
one green
repeat
blue red green repeat
No, too much green
too much green
Yet she didn't understand the quiet corners
The places that were bursting with little breaths of life
And she grew old
And he just grew
One day she wondered if she'd ever again see the geese
flying north
But never wondered who the shy child had become
No, she never knew
she never knew
Updated
12th September 2007
Where?
by Parita Shah
Where is the painter
who paints on the canvas of sky?
Where is the musician
who plays in the woods near-by?
Where is the teacher
who teaches a baby sparrow how to fly?
Where is the friend
on whose shoulders sad souls cry?
Where is the magician
whose treasure of magic never runs dry?
Where is the creator
who creates but does not tell us why?
The
End of the Day, The Start of the
Night by Caroline Fraser
See
the pretty little moon
With his head hung low,
Into vast oceans of ink
Diamond stars sink.
Moon spreads his light across the gloom,
High above the dark earth- blinding glow,
Millions of diamonds watch the earth and wink,
But when the burning ball takes its place, the diamonds
again, sink
Deep into the inky sky to watch the world as it sleeps,
When eventually the sun fades to a weak orange and decides
to cease.
Updated
4th Sept 2007
Little
Poems of a Year by Katherine Brandt
Summer
He collected the rain in his hair, his eyes
And he took my hand and we ran
Not from the water, but from what we needed to say to
each other
Leaves
Tasting winter was not enough
So I didn't wear a sweater
But he wore many and never cared how I'd survive the weather
Snowman
My hands didn't fit in stiff old gloves
And mortified I thought of how he might drive past
To see me as more of a child than he did before
Trees
So certain I was that they'd never come back
I had forgotten what they looked like
In hope that I could forget my regret as well
Stranger-than-fiction
II by Valerie
I
had a love that was stranger than fiction,
It was past an obsession, more like an addiction.
That's all gone and I'm still here,
Why is he gone? I'm alone I fear.
He died on Tuesday, gone forever,
I can't bring him back, not tomorrow or ever.
He was my love, my fairytale ending,
He's dead and gone, and my heart's not mending.
He was my fantasy, my dream come true,
It was stronger than the God, stronger than you.
He was the glue that held me together,
Now I'm lost, like a drifting feather.
Nothing seems right, it's seems like a dream,
Seeing his body, but we were a team.
I won't hear his voice, I know that,
But I'm still trying, that's where I'm at.
I can't believe he'll never call,
I can't believe I've lost it all.
'Cause we had a love that was stranger than fiction,
It was past an obsession, more like an addiction.
(Now dedicated to my boyfriend
who died Tuesday, August 28, 2007 ,who was born January
29, 1994. This is to Tucker, who I'll never hear sing
again...)
I'm
Having Impending Thoughts of Doom by Mimi Diamond
I keep having this arcane glimpse of the future flash
before my eyes
where I'm standing alone
in the middle of a barren wasteland
riddled with smoky chasms and rubble
and I am completely f***ing alone.
Just standing there,
swaying to some non-existent tune of solitude
with a look of utter confusion branded on my face
I hear explosions in the distance and I
shuffle around in circles looking for some form of life,
something other than my own bruised body
But I am a lone statue in a vast landscape of destruction
A solitary angel, perched on a remote shrine of chaos
with not a ray of light shining through an enveloping
dark cloud
The exclusive survivor, digging my heels deeper and deeper
into the forsaken dust of the world I destroyed.
Fireflies by Nicholas Oifoh
Fireflies
in the orchard
Fireflies in the heart
Brings us a new day to start
A slight breeze whips through the air
Swaying the flowers in a manners fair
Fireflies are special in so many ways
The firefly that flew my way will forever be here to stay
Nightrider by A.Ismail
Caught
in traffic for the night
Dark patches all around.
Black rats crawling on the ground.
Thugs look my way, as I pray to get away.
The light goes green to make my day.
Once more I say, is this the place were
Skyscrapers race for the skies.
Apology by Katherine Brandt
He
didn't know that words could go stale
That even if they taste all right to you
To others, they crumble in the mouth, choke, and are
