Song
by Maggie Elrod
a sound
that came from nowhere .
turned into a song that you can't get out your head
the song's
come long and short
now the song must go.
Colors
Fade by Innah Hernandez
When I was
young I viewed the world in terms of black
and white,
and in every situation I determined wrong from right.
But with
the passing of each year as colors seemed to
fade,
the contrast of the black and white were lost within
the shade.
Now all
that once was crystal clear has sadly turned
to gray,
distorting all the things I see and hear or even say.
We shade
the truth and shade the lie with no one
keeping score,
till black and white and wrong from right are gone
forever more.
How I long
for days gone by...those days of black and
white,
when I could see the world so clear and know the wrong
from right.
The
Edge by James Sturkey
An empty
space fills me now,
As I stand here in this field.
The icy
wind touches me now,
A tatty coat, my only shield.
A memory
of decease holds me now,
As I weep here in this field,
Why did
they have to leave me now?
I can't breath, I can't sleep, or eat any meals.
Disease
spread like fire,
To all the people I know.
No cure,
no ideas?
They've gone, forget - just let go.
I wish I'd
said something before,
As I sat next to the bed.
I wish I'd
said "Don't go",
Not just silence instead.
I'm sure
they're watching now
As I walk towards the ledge.
I look down
at the valley,
I step nearer to the edge.
"I'm
coming" I whispered,
"We love you" They said.
This thought
stayed with me,
Just before I hit the ground, dead.
A
Little Bird in a Big Cage by Stella Macdonald
There was
once a cage
Without a door
With a blackbird trapped
Atop its floor.
But yet the bars
Were weak and wide
The bird could easily
Fly outside.
Come join the world,
I said to he.
I cannot
leave,
I have no key.
I'll just stay here,
This cage is fine;
There's room to drink
And time to dine.
Besides the world
Is very wide,
Perhaps I will
Just stay inside.
I'll have some fun;
There's time to kill…
I guess
he lives
Inside there still.
Salesman by
Christine Carr
(Dedicated to James, I'm so sorry)
The salesman will call,
Get your fresh pieces of broken heart here
Get your freshly broken pieces of heart here!
To the people walking up and down the street
He'll get a customer
So he'll go round the back to me
Hey you, I need some produce, he'll snap
And I'll think back to memories of us
And look at photos of you
A few tears will sail through the air
And fall onto my lap, but I wont stop them from marking
And I'll reach inside of me, to get a piece of my shattered
heart
For the salesman
Special
Kiss by Nicole Braganza
We knew
that something was amiss
When bro' refused her "special kiss"
And asked instead for G I Joe
For having got a brilliant score
So mum stayed glum for half the day
Then sprightly she sprang up to say
"Money can buy that and this
There's nothing like a mother's kiss!"
Before her son could even speak
She grabbed his shoulders, kissed his cheek
And with a most triumphant air
She proudly sat back on her chair
Then brother smirked and in a flash
Said thanks, now could I have some cash?
Mobile
Phone by Nikita T
Stuck inside
a metal box,
Someone calling to you.
A message, a tip, or just a chat,
It's not only for two.
Though the coins fall from the line,
The loud cling of the bell.
Makes you pick up the little thing,
And say 'Hello!' as well.
The
Wonder Years by Will Pedersen
It had seemed
that I could don a violet-red cape again,
wear upon my stocky body
a blue uniform with an S stapled upon it,
climb up the large oak
and wander the through the velvet roses hanging complacent in
the garden
I would look for the bees and butterflies chasing the sun's
rays
upon their golden wings
and yet it had seemed
as if I had to be older
and I had to be wiser
because now I'm 6 feet tall
and 165 pounds
and the oak would list under the pressure
and the cape and uniform would constrict my lungs
and keep my aging body
from leaving the rose bush with throngs of green thorns piercing
my skin and keep me wondering about my wonder years
Only
Inside by Evelyn Mataran
The hypothetical
gerbil runs inside,
powering the wheel of thought,
turning gears and pushing cogs,
sometimes the gerbil scampers fast,
causing a rapid flow of ideas,
on occasion the gerbil takes a break,
what else exists inside one wonders,
naught but a swaying field of dreams,
a sea packed with knowledge,
a forest filled with random imaginings,
and a shadowy cave rotting with fears great and small,
inside dragons soar,
sea serpents swim,
here phoenixes sing their long lost song,
and goblins mine their all precious gold and jewels,
despite the wonder only one accesses the place,
the locale one asks - only inside my mind.
Bitter
Comfort by Leslie Ribovich
Underneath
the apple tree sits a girl
Eating apples,
Crying after each succulent bite.
She spins
each apple around and around,
Gnawing its skin,
Satisfied with the taste of her tears.
Come the
end of the apple season,
His warm lips kiss her eyelids;
She smiles with closed eyes.
No! An apple
falls -
She is struck.
Circling
the tree, she runs;
Comforted by her round tears.
This
African Name by Mgunculu
This African
name
Is a name
That I will forever hold,
For which it has meaning,
More precious than gold.
This African name
Is heat without a pot or fire,
And without a wall.
This African name stands to inspire,
You see,
People don't understand,
They think this name is just a name,
But I tell you,
That this African name
Stands in flames
The
Sky Undressed Before Me by Chary Silva
the sky undressed before me
and breathless I stood still
shedding daylight clothing
over crimson, purple, teal
the last of the crepusculars
are peeping through cloud wisps
a ball of fire dipping low
waist-down the horizon kissed
the sky unveiled darkness
embraced by east and west
I, the star, saw everything
but from here I shall keep the rest
Addiction
by Lucha Castellanos-Smith
The glitter
of gold nuggets
in the trough,
Appearing in the mind, en-
cased in soft bundles
of nerves -
the most powerful
addiction that was ever
shown in man -
the sweet tenderness of
giving
absolute love
and living
in its fullest intoxication.
The
Musician by Caroline Yetman
A scaly
genius,
His keys jingle in his pocket,
The cheering lyrics a mass of quavering accent,
He watches the pitch with his pipe,
Drumming his fingers,
A steady beat continues in his head,
No man leaves his work behind,
Half-time,
Take note of the score;
A sequence of dotted lines,
And voila! - a recorded rhythm!
Laadli
(the Girl Child) by Nicole Braganza
Snatched away her childhood,
Unaware of future's doom,
A four year old girl child
Given to an aged groom.
Hope left
behind, she's lost a home
Is marriage a kind of game?
A man, a stranger to call her own
She does not know his name.
Here upon
the mandap,
She makes a pretty bride,
Unknowing of the years ahead
That will burn her inside.
At thirteen
she is a widow, watching
In horror, her husband's pyre.
For love's sake or for life itself,
She's laid upon the 'sacred' fire.
War
by Becca Birch
(in the style of Shakespeare's sonnets)
The screaming
of those who are losing lives
The rattling of those who shoot
Men writing away to children and wives
War brings death, we're losing lives troop by troop
We save our people, shooting for England
We run for freedom, earning our respect
Our hearts racing as we hide underground
We don't want to be here our lives are wrecked
Families are crying thinking loved ones are gone
Horrific things, happening to our army
People dead. We can't worry 'bout who's won
War might have ended but we still have fear
And a girl in the mirror cries tonight
She doesn't know if her dad is all right
Meteor
Shower by Amelia Weiss
lying on my back in the middle of a meadow
waiting for the show to begin;
the show of lights
of mystery
when the heavens spill out their glory.
when anything could happen,
or nothing at all
when time is no longer time.
when up is down and down is up;
when right and left have traded.
when nothing is
as it usually is
when the light comes during the dark.
when inside out is right side out
and right side out is inside out.
when nothing is normal
when nothing is right
when the light comes during the dark;
when heavens cry fire,
cry meteor shower!
Obsession
by Personica
I'm so obsessed
that's all I think about
everything reminds me of it
constantly thinking
sighing
dreaming
talking
obsessing
over Green Day
god, they're wonderful
going to their concert
I'm ecstatic
Betrayal by Christine Carr
We can shroud ourselves in questions
We can wrap them about us like a sheet
Pull it about our heart to protect, to shield
But suddenly, we pull too tightly
And we're choking, choking, gasping
For breath
Lying on the floor, lips blue and skin cold
Hysterical silence, heads pounding
My mind has short circuited, buzzing with sparks
Why? It was reasonless betrayal
Why put us through it?
Another question to add to the thick layer
That's muffling our voices,
that we're so desperately trying to use
To get through to you
I'm
going insane by Personica
fingers
tapping
knees jumping
compulsively
clearing my throat
and desperate need
for symmetry
scratch one arm
scratch the other
cut one
cut the other
tap doorways
three times
with three fingers
on each hand
at the same time
with the same pressure
avoiding seven at all costs
and all that adds up to seven
avoiding, evening, tapping
I'm going insane
Mist
Trail Hike by Stephen Montero
The hike
was rugged,
The vistas were excellent,
The waterfall was magnificent,
Staring at Nevada Falls,
Hiking the mist trail,
Getting covered in mist at Vernal Falls,
The water fell like a snow in an avalanche,
The sound of the water is similar to a roar at a
stadium,
My summer zoomed by like a racecar,
Summer seemed so short.
Drowning
by Natalia Kappos
I'm drowning in decimals,
Choking on fractions,
Where on earth did I leave my protractor?
Only I know that the truth is to say,
0.71 x 0.0001 = GO AWAY!
Oh, math, I hate you so,
How am I supposed to know,
If 5 x a + b = six,
It might well be five,
One thing I know, is I'm not waiting two lives,
I suppose I'll just have to try... Yeah, right.
Giving
Up by Christine Carr
(Dedicated to those
who gave me the wake up call)
Am I really that bad?
Are the words that I type onto this document
Really that bad?
Well I'm closing the book on this chapter
I'm forgetting that I even made an attempt at this art
Which is why I'm cutting this poem shor
Memories
by Renee Walter
Dedicated to the guy who stole my heart
and never gave it back!
The way you used to look at me
the way you used to smile.
The way you used to stay by me
like it was worth your while.
The way you used to talk to me
help me when I was sad.
The way you'd pay attention to me
calm me down when I was mad.
The way you'd make me laugh
at the stupid things you'd do.
Just makes me realize
how much I was in love with you.
The fun times that we shared, however
were never meant to last.
As I remember the fun times that we shared
now just a memory of my past.
Hospital
by Joseph Foulger
Pace this
place,
Hour on hour off,
From orange to black.
Steady beating,
High tones recurring,
Tubes and pipes.
Your skin is pierced,
Your body warped,
White caped,
Green caped,
Death colour coded.
As it drains away,
I see the colours come,
Look at what you've done.
They take it away, it stops,
You stop,
I stop.
Treetops
by Joseph Foulger
Light a
short, hot tower,
High, taking me with it.
Away towards me I'll go.
Up into my own thoughts,
A figurine of salt.
Pinch me, tell me I'm not dead,
Awake like never before it clicks.
If I had never run away
Could songs have saved me?
In a dark
yet alcoholic depression
I can see all and feel little.
My inhibitions are all to clear,
Vivid under the holly.
Nondescript
statements of pride
And self belief that help
The others in your life to die
Have kept me at bay for years.
If I carry on upwards
Into the treetops
The canopy of my pleasure will open wide.
Addiction
by Joseph Foulger
you're in
my mouth,
in my lungs,
on my breath,
in my liver,
on my mind
in my pocket
and when you're not I'm out of touch.
you're in my heart,
on my clothes,
in my hair,
I hate you, I love you,
you make me dizzy,
you make me ill,
you make me.
you cause me good,
you cause me pain,
I want to burn you,
I want to kiss you,
and when I'm in my bed
I just want a piece of you.
Their
Fear by Jerry Veltri
Blue light sits over red
beautiful orange iris
black small pupils dilate,
at the sight of
their death slowly closing in.
Can't
Wait by James Davies
sun
sea
sand
summer
I can't wait
ice cream
laughter
sun cream
fun
I can't wait
teachers
education
lessons
school
I can wait
Paper
Cut by Sarah McCune
I cut my
finger today on a piece of paper
The stinging burned for just a second
I thought back to my life
How I had a cut in my soul
A cut small but full of pain
Stinging for a long second
It was over very quick
Fixed with a hug
For it was just a paper cut
I
am a Graveyard by Leanne Ganassi
I am over
looked and passed by often without a care.
I wonder if life will ever be the same after someone is lost.
I hear the grief in people's voices.
I see what's hard to watch.
I wish people could see me for what I truly am.
I am a graveyard
I pretend
I am happy by dressing up.
I feel as though people only see one side of me.
I touch people by being a safe secretive place.
I worry that people are scared of me because of my mysterious
exterior.
I cry while others mourn.
I am a graveyard
I understand
not everyone is perfect.
I withhold many secrets which I don't plan on letting go.
I dream that life will be good for everyone.
I try not to let the truth show through my shadows.
I hope that people will look at me in a peaceful way.
I am a graveyard
The
Companion by Wesley Owen
As I lay
upon a twisted canvas
Torn of colours green to grey,
I realise that I am thus,
Staring at our world today
With beauty threatened extinction,
My heart so heavy with sufferable stone.
I can find no distinction,
Between nature's spirit and my own.
The imperishable tie to this carbon casing,
Holds neither promise nor escape.
The footsteps laid before the foot I'm placing
My pathway covered in heavy drape.
My sinister
companion travels at my side,
Converging my body to the ground.
Since naissance I've n'er been denied
A rupture of melancholy in which I'm bound.
My dark shepherd is slowly swallowing me,
I feel and see it throughout.
Resigned to the fact of it collaring me,
I repudiate to find a way out.
Trapped from choice, with a single exodus
As my companion walks so free
This negation does complex us,
As I know, soon it will be he,
Not Me
The Companion
Your
Rejection by Lori Contreras
Don't cry over someone who won't cry over you.
A motto I should learn to live by.
I don't think I could no matter how hard I try.
Tears streaming down my face as I cry.
Crying comes so easily to me now.
Especially on the days I feel so lost and alone.
Wanting your love is the only thing,
Keeping my heart from turning to stone.
Yet your love is something you won't give.
You take me for granted you just use me.
I can't stop loving you even after your rejection.
I'm right here waiting and here I'll always be.
No
More the Bright Star Nor the Flower by Salma Mostafa
When everything in front of you is bright
And at every corner there is light
Somebody must stain it and turn it into a dark night
That you spend with yourself in a fight.
Somebody
must poison the light of your life
And kill your success with a poisoned knife
And you are no more the bright star
Now, you are nothing, the exhaust from a car!
Your success
turns into a wrinkled flower
That is starting to lose its power
Even its color is turning to black
For sure, nobody can bother looking at.
The smile
and success that you spilled out
No one appreciates and you take every step with doubt
You begin to talk every step with fear
And nobody your voice still can hear.
No more
you can see the view success and how you grow
Step by step you are going so low
No more claps you can hear or whistle
No more love, you aren't that bright crystal.
Whenever
you talk here or there
Nobody for your voice still care
And your enemy is going to rise
The reason of your falling how a big surprise.
And you
are no more the bright flame
From which the light to the whole world came
No more the bright star nor the flower
No more success, no more power.
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Love
by Celina
Love makes
the world go round.
I'm getting dizzy.
Laugh
by Sarah Mooney
Looking
pretty sad mate 'cause you're
All annoyed with life, Its
a
Useless way to spend your
time really.
Go on don't be down
Have a laugh
Favourite
Ways of Showing One's Interest by Sarah Mooney
My mum's
favourite phrase is
"Well isn't that nice?"
She says it every day
She "couldn't" sound more interested
In any other way.
My dad's favourite phrase is
"Super-duper, brilliant-williant."
He says it every day
He needs to tone it down.
I'm hoping that he may.
My brother's favourite phrase is
"Skerfidjuda dovmu utynaa daon"
He says it every day
I think it's a form of gibberish
But what it means I cannot say
My favourite phrase is
"Can you all say something different?"
I say it every day
But no-one seems to listen
They just keep saying what they say
Wind
by Cally Steadman
Write like the wind
The man said
For the wind is unpredictable
Mystical
Loved and hated at the same time
Wanted and rejected
By different people
Write with meaning.
If you can't write like the wind
Paint like the wind
I was told
To brush without care
Draw without thought
And a real picture will develop
Not a photocopy
Not black or white.
Add culture to the world
The wind does so
Care free
Spiritual
Lacks sense
But has meaning
Independent
Be the wind.
Life by Ashley
Life isn't as easy as it sometimes seems
but can't people sometimes have sky-high dreams?
Life can get hard -
don't be a lard!
Life has a few bumps.
You might meet some chumps.
You will meet people that will have your back
and people who may need a little whack.
Don't ever wish you want to die,
even if you tell a white lie.
You may regret it,
but don't forget it.
If you get in a bad situation.
Saying No, doesn't take concentration.
Never apologize for saying what you feel.
It is like apologizing for being real.
So, no matter what happens in life,
please don't attempt to play with a knife.
It may turn around and end up scratching you.
So please be careful with what you do.
Of No
Particular Colour
by Christine
(Dedicated to James)
The way
you looked at me that night, I will always remember
Fireworks in the background, as though it was the 5th of November
Your eyes gazed at me, with a smile playing on your lips
You told me you loved me and followed it with a kiss
Your eyes that gazed so lovingly on my face
Had no particular colour, unlike anyone in that place
No blue, no green, no brown, no grey
But were filled with a colour that said to me, "Please
stay,"
The fireworks continued, the sea kept on rolling, and the moment
passed
I wanted to remain in that moment; that look to last
You're coming around in 10 minutes, for some reason or another
And I hope that your eyes have remained of no particular colour
Because I am staying honey, it will always stay Christine and
James
Forever and Always
Bus
Faces by Maria English
On the Karori
Park 12
Everyone wears their bus-face,
Thoughtful and solemn
And utterly committed
To looking utterly non-committal.
Businessmen, students, old ladies
Stare out into space,
Smiling smugly behind their masks
That leave us commuters blind
to the mysterious brilliance
of their off-the-bus-lives.
There's a dark-haired boy,
Sitting near the back
Who I would like to go and talk to,
But he's my brother
And he says I'll make him lose face
-though personally
If I lost my bus face,
I wouldn't be in a hurry
to find it again.
Black
and White - Eye for One by T.T.
Sparks of
flame as
Dark's unique mass
Or storms of winds
For light's fluff wings
Light is blight
Sight is blind
Clock dark's moves
Lock those fools
Free from the foul light
See from your true sight
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