Speak Audio- Part 2
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Fate: what should happen in the future.
Such a difference between that and what would be pure.
Opportunity: being available for the chance
Of a life that could be such a wonderful dance.
In my life, true to each routine I kept.
Instead of being one who wept.
My life is different from the rest . . .
I chose nothing but the best.
You see I did not start out like every other kid.
I just did not do what they did.
The first many years of my life
Were filled with an incredible amount of strife
I was a frequent visitor to the operating room.
So many thought my fate would be doom.
However, I saw all the opportunities ahead . . .
I got myself up from that hospital bed!
One of the coolest activities I have done in my life,
Was to raise money to save more than one life.
As a National Ambassador for the March of Dimes,
I was the top fundraiser out of kids from our times.
Swimming has been another favorite activity of mine.
I have worked very hard to be a swimmer that is fine.
As an athlete, I have learned nothing happens by chance.
Despite any natural talent, hours of workouts must enhance.
I learned how to work hard at Loris Middle School.
Judy Beard, the principal, was oh so cool!
The opportunities she put in place for us,
Helped me achieve the grade of A plus.
Mrs. Beard encouraged me
To be even more than I was meant to be.
ECHS has given me the opportunity to excel;
Fate and my efforts will determine how well.
By Charles (2012)
Such a difference between that and what would be pure.
Opportunity: being available for the chance
Of a life that could be such a wonderful dance.
In my life, true to each routine I kept.
Instead of being one who wept.
My life is different from the rest . . .
I chose nothing but the best.
You see I did not start out like every other kid.
I just did not do what they did.
The first many years of my life
Were filled with an incredible amount of strife
I was a frequent visitor to the operating room.
So many thought my fate would be doom.
However, I saw all the opportunities ahead . . .
I got myself up from that hospital bed!
One of the coolest activities I have done in my life,
Was to raise money to save more than one life.
As a National Ambassador for the March of Dimes,
I was the top fundraiser out of kids from our times.
Swimming has been another favorite activity of mine.
I have worked very hard to be a swimmer that is fine.
As an athlete, I have learned nothing happens by chance.
Despite any natural talent, hours of workouts must enhance.
I learned how to work hard at Loris Middle School.
Judy Beard, the principal, was oh so cool!
The opportunities she put in place for us,
Helped me achieve the grade of A plus.
Mrs. Beard encouraged me
To be even more than I was meant to be.
ECHS has given me the opportunity to excel;
Fate and my efforts will determine how well.
By Charles (2012)
Decision Road
There once was a guy named Innocence
who never did anything wrong up to this present tense
he was a lonely kid without a lot of friends
but he was put into a situation where everything got dense
and this is where the story begins.
It was a dark and cold night in the city
that’s where we see Innocence alone and feeling self pity.
That’s when he decided to return to his abode
for that reason, he had to turn left onto Decision Road.
but at that time, that’s where a bad group was
try to pressure the people, that’s what that bad group does.
They were known as a group of bad teens
everything they did was wrong and mean.
On this night, the group was in an SUV
doing anything they want, living care free
So when they saw Innocence, they couldn’t help but try.
They asked the lonely kid if he wanted to get high
Innocence was surprised, he didn’t know what to say.
The only thing he could think of was to say “No way”.
And that is what he said without a hesitation,
so the bad kids left because he would not take the herbal medication.
In the morning, Innocence heard they all got arrested,
taken to the station to get drug tested.
And of course they had failed because the night before,
so the each of them were put behind a jail door.
Was it fate or chance that kept him home that day,
and told the good kid to say “No way”?
By Zachary D. (2012)
who never did anything wrong up to this present tense
he was a lonely kid without a lot of friends
but he was put into a situation where everything got dense
and this is where the story begins.
It was a dark and cold night in the city
that’s where we see Innocence alone and feeling self pity.
That’s when he decided to return to his abode
for that reason, he had to turn left onto Decision Road.
but at that time, that’s where a bad group was
try to pressure the people, that’s what that bad group does.
They were known as a group of bad teens
everything they did was wrong and mean.
On this night, the group was in an SUV
doing anything they want, living care free
So when they saw Innocence, they couldn’t help but try.
They asked the lonely kid if he wanted to get high
Innocence was surprised, he didn’t know what to say.
The only thing he could think of was to say “No way”.
And that is what he said without a hesitation,
so the bad kids left because he would not take the herbal medication.
In the morning, Innocence heard they all got arrested,
taken to the station to get drug tested.
And of course they had failed because the night before,
so the each of them were put behind a jail door.
Was it fate or chance that kept him home that day,
and told the good kid to say “No way”?
By Zachary D. (2012)
No Excuse for Abuse
Surrounded with no where to go
She hears the floor creak
Echoing down the hall
She tries to stay quiet
Afraid to move, afraid of what may happen!
Trying to hide her face
There is no shelter anyplace
That can escape his watchful eye.
She can see the anger in his eyes
Watching as the alcohol moved up his veins
She can see his heart beating lub-dub lub-dub
Watching it fill with rage like a fire from above!
As she kicked
and screamed
Asking for help
No one was there and
Her dad grabbed the belt Kapow!
Going to school bruised and shaken
No one knew what she went through
Hiding the fear knowing deep inside
All she wanted was to cry and hide!
Trying her best to keep her secret hidden
Knowing she couldn’t take it much more.
She couldn’t live like this
She couldn’t live this life
But,
As much as she tried
She couldn’t take her own life!
Her world was falling apart
Her heart numb and sore
She could feel her heart breaking
Slowly fading.
She hears the floor creak
Echoing down the hall to her bedroom door
Holding back tears before they could pour!
Waking up and thinking her life had just ended
Not knowing it was just her new beginning!
Her phone awakened with a mighty ring to call and say her dad had just passed.
So many thoughts raced through her head
Watching as her worries and cares disappeared
Standing there not knowing why!
Her father had drank that night
Causing the accident
That took so many lives
He would have been alive
If he didn’t drink that night
Now she is here not knowing why.
Was it fate that helped her get her life back?
Fate that stopped the continuous beatings?
And fate that kept her from dying?
By Mackenzie (2012)
She hears the floor creak
Echoing down the hall
She tries to stay quiet
Afraid to move, afraid of what may happen!
Trying to hide her face
There is no shelter anyplace
That can escape his watchful eye.
She can see the anger in his eyes
Watching as the alcohol moved up his veins
She can see his heart beating lub-dub lub-dub
Watching it fill with rage like a fire from above!
As she kicked
and screamed
Asking for help
No one was there and
Her dad grabbed the belt Kapow!
Going to school bruised and shaken
No one knew what she went through
Hiding the fear knowing deep inside
All she wanted was to cry and hide!
Trying her best to keep her secret hidden
Knowing she couldn’t take it much more.
She couldn’t live like this
She couldn’t live this life
But,
As much as she tried
She couldn’t take her own life!
Her world was falling apart
Her heart numb and sore
She could feel her heart breaking
Slowly fading.
She hears the floor creak
Echoing down the hall to her bedroom door
Holding back tears before they could pour!
Waking up and thinking her life had just ended
Not knowing it was just her new beginning!
Her phone awakened with a mighty ring to call and say her dad had just passed.
So many thoughts raced through her head
Watching as her worries and cares disappeared
Standing there not knowing why!
Her father had drank that night
Causing the accident
That took so many lives
He would have been alive
If he didn’t drink that night
Now she is here not knowing why.
Was it fate that helped her get her life back?
Fate that stopped the continuous beatings?
And fate that kept her from dying?
By Mackenzie (2012)
Love Is Not Fate
Is it by fate or by chance?
That Miss Sarah could have a chance,
To live with no other thought to love and be loved
By
Her only true love?
Remembering the day,
She gave her love away,
She stands in front of a grave
On a sunny spring day in May.
Remembering it all
Remembering it was fall
When
Her heart was torn apart.
She gave it all
She gave her love to someone
Who
Didn’t love her at all
Remembering it all.
Remembering it was prom.
Remembering it was the 29th of April,
When she was standing under a maple,
When she got her first kiss.
Remembering it was fall,
When her heart was torn apart.
He made her heart a bleeding pen on paper.
He made her life a living nightmare.
But, she knew he wouldn’t care.
“Time to move on,” She would always say to herself
Day
After day, she would remind herself.
Remembering years had passed and she had move on
And he has noticed his mistake.
“Time to move on, Jarame,” Sarah would say
Day after day.
Reminding him of all the damage he mad.
Knowing he would never have Miss Sarah again.
Reembering the night before
She got a strange call…..
Saying, “I LOVE YOU SARAH.”
Then all she heard was a BANG.
And the ringing of the dial tone.
Is it by fate or by chance?
That Miss Sarah could have a chance,
To live with no other thought to love and be loved
By
Her only true love?
Remembering the day,
She gave her love away,
She stands in front of a grave
On a sunny spring day in May
By Katherine (2012)
That Miss Sarah could have a chance,
To live with no other thought to love and be loved
By
Her only true love?
Remembering the day,
She gave her love away,
She stands in front of a grave
On a sunny spring day in May.
Remembering it all
Remembering it was fall
When
Her heart was torn apart.
She gave it all
She gave her love to someone
Who
Didn’t love her at all
Remembering it all.
Remembering it was prom.
Remembering it was the 29th of April,
When she was standing under a maple,
When she got her first kiss.
Remembering it was fall,
When her heart was torn apart.
He made her heart a bleeding pen on paper.
He made her life a living nightmare.
But, she knew he wouldn’t care.
“Time to move on,” She would always say to herself
Day
After day, she would remind herself.
Remembering years had passed and she had move on
And he has noticed his mistake.
“Time to move on, Jarame,” Sarah would say
Day after day.
Reminding him of all the damage he mad.
Knowing he would never have Miss Sarah again.
Reembering the night before
She got a strange call…..
Saying, “I LOVE YOU SARAH.”
Then all she heard was a BANG.
And the ringing of the dial tone.
Is it by fate or by chance?
That Miss Sarah could have a chance,
To live with no other thought to love and be loved
By
Her only true love?
Remembering the day,
She gave her love away,
She stands in front of a grave
On a sunny spring day in May
By Katherine (2012)
Mistake
Everyone in life makes mistakes
Some are small while others are great
One night in Denver fate takes place
In an unfortunate place because of one mistake
Tyler Hazelwood learned of his mistake the hard way
Full of sorrow and agonizing pain
He was 17 a senior in high school
And was at the prime of his life
Going to parties every weekend night
Time after time he would call for a ride
To avoid any major disaster
On June 15 it was graduation night everyone was excited
The biggest party of the year was coming tonight
And that’s were Tyler makes his mistake on this fateful night
When he arrived he did the norm; he walked and he talked
He had fun and chilled all excited, life full of thrill
Drink after drink he one after the other he consumed the alcohol
The more he drank the closer he dug himself into a whole he could not climb out of
At 3:15 the party ended lots of people tired and their night ended
Tyler took his keys figuring he would be alright
Unaware of what fate had in store for him that night
He made it to his care
Tripped a few time but got in safely unscarred
Keys in ignition
Foot on brake
Put his care in reverse, and backed out
Within 2 second of switching gears he was racing off in a frantic pace
Down the road he drove swerving from lane to lane
In a nearby intersection he saw a light
Little did he know he was too late
In the blink of an eye fate took place
At 9:23 am Tyler Hazelwood was found dead
That night Tyler had made a mistake
One common in youth one that most people will make
But he is gone now all because he had made one….Mistake
By Trace (2012)
Some are small while others are great
One night in Denver fate takes place
In an unfortunate place because of one mistake
Tyler Hazelwood learned of his mistake the hard way
Full of sorrow and agonizing pain
He was 17 a senior in high school
And was at the prime of his life
Going to parties every weekend night
Time after time he would call for a ride
To avoid any major disaster
On June 15 it was graduation night everyone was excited
The biggest party of the year was coming tonight
And that’s were Tyler makes his mistake on this fateful night
When he arrived he did the norm; he walked and he talked
He had fun and chilled all excited, life full of thrill
Drink after drink he one after the other he consumed the alcohol
The more he drank the closer he dug himself into a whole he could not climb out of
At 3:15 the party ended lots of people tired and their night ended
Tyler took his keys figuring he would be alright
Unaware of what fate had in store for him that night
He made it to his care
Tripped a few time but got in safely unscarred
Keys in ignition
Foot on brake
Put his care in reverse, and backed out
Within 2 second of switching gears he was racing off in a frantic pace
Down the road he drove swerving from lane to lane
In a nearby intersection he saw a light
Little did he know he was too late
In the blink of an eye fate took place
At 9:23 am Tyler Hazelwood was found dead
That night Tyler had made a mistake
One common in youth one that most people will make
But he is gone now all because he had made one….Mistake
By Trace (2012)
Gypsy Wings and Angel Eyes
Once upon a time in a village far away,
The young girl Elizabeth, handled situations in a different but positive way.
She was fearless, humorous, strong and caring.
And she had flawless hair that was long dark and worth staring.
She wanders around with gypsy eyes, seeing the world from a brighter side.
Walking through the village, she noticed a girl.
She was dressed in rags but as pretty as a pearl.
Cindy said her family was not as whole.
With her mother dead and her father’s wife does nothing but scold.
The stepsisters are cruel with a jealous reflection in their eyes.
But the stunning young woman does not let them witness her cries.
Elizabeth tells her, “Stand your ground, and meet your white knight”.
The sobbing girl says “If I go, I will not see tomorrow’s dancing light.”
Elizabeth says to her “Shed your rags, but be prepared,
Their jealousy could be too much for them to bare.”
Cindy looked up with a smile and hope in her eyes,
As she watched the mysterious woman wandered off into the sparkling sunrise.
Continuing though the town, Elizabeth sees laughter,
And smells the blooming trees and flowers.
She thought the village was happy, hopeful, and harmonious as she walked into the dress shop.
But at her fifth step, she heard “SLAM! POP!”
Curiously, Elizabeth wandered over to the dressing room door.
She heard someone weeping close to the floor.
“Are you alright?” she asked with concern in her voice.
There was no reply or even a whimpering noise.
Right when Elizabeth turned to walk away,
The young girl said from the other said of the door, “Why must I look this way?”
The door creaked open and Elizabeth saw,
Adrianna dressed in silk and cloth.
The dress was white laced with silver-blue beading,
That matched her eyes as her tears were streaming.
Her long red hair glowed, and her full curls twisted and bounced,
But there was something she was insecure about.
She was frigid with her legs and could not stand them to show.
Elizabeth looked puzzled, how could anyone not see that
Adrianna’s features were so unique?
Her smooth ivory skin and eyes the color of the deep blue sea
Would render anyone unable to speak.
When Adrianna began to whimper again,
Elizabeth replied, “Find the beauty you were gifted within
Don’t worry what was said then.”
“When you have confidence from the outside in
No one will ever be able to doubt you again.”
Adrianna argued back, “But how could I forget?
It hurts now even more then it did then!”
“If you look at yourself, you stand with grace,
With that beautiful smile upon your face.
No awkwardness or clumsiness, which can be seen
You are not the same as you use to be.”
Adrianna looked again and to her surprise,
She saw herself from another side.
She looked up with a smile and hope in her eyes,
The woman had disappeared from out of her sight.
Elizabeth went on her way,
Feeling optimistic about the two girls’ lives she touched this day.
While passing through the green lawns of grass,
She heard something along a path.
As she peeked down the way,
A couple did stand, in an uncommon way.
She then did notice,
The young woman standing before a man,
Who looked with sadness and confusion about their situation at hand.
As the man had walked away,
The crying young girl began to say,
“Why did you do this? How could this be?
I gave you my soul, and you have lied to me!
You spoke of true love, and now you speak of lies!
You are just a snake in disguise.”
As Elizabeth witnessed this very sad scene,
She felt sadness for this girl with broken dreams.
Before Elizabeth could decide whether to leave or stay,
Morgan says “What brings you this way?”
Elizabeth tells her “Do not be afraid,
I am a friend here for you if you wish me to stay.”
“Have not you heard what was said about me?
Are you afraid to be a friend to me?
Such lies he has told and they all believe,
All the awful things he has said about me!”
Elizabeth replied “I do not believe all that I hear,
I listen with heart, not with my ears.
Do not worry about what was said,
You know in your heart you have nothing to dread.
Your loving heart that was tossed away,
Will come back to haunt him on his judgment day.
This beautiful heart that you possess,
Is full of love, grace, and happiness.
Do not let them judge you,
For you know you are true,
What will not kill you will make a stronger, better you.”
Morgan looked up with a smile and hope in her eyes,
Starring into the starlit sky,
As she looked over, Elizabeth disappeared.
But her voice in the distance said, “You have nothing to fear.”
Her fate was to have gypsy’s eyes and an angel’s heart,
And to fly up to heaven with her next phase to start.
By Deanna (2012)
The young girl Elizabeth, handled situations in a different but positive way.
She was fearless, humorous, strong and caring.
And she had flawless hair that was long dark and worth staring.
She wanders around with gypsy eyes, seeing the world from a brighter side.
Walking through the village, she noticed a girl.
She was dressed in rags but as pretty as a pearl.
Cindy said her family was not as whole.
With her mother dead and her father’s wife does nothing but scold.
The stepsisters are cruel with a jealous reflection in their eyes.
But the stunning young woman does not let them witness her cries.
Elizabeth tells her, “Stand your ground, and meet your white knight”.
The sobbing girl says “If I go, I will not see tomorrow’s dancing light.”
Elizabeth says to her “Shed your rags, but be prepared,
Their jealousy could be too much for them to bare.”
Cindy looked up with a smile and hope in her eyes,
As she watched the mysterious woman wandered off into the sparkling sunrise.
Continuing though the town, Elizabeth sees laughter,
And smells the blooming trees and flowers.
She thought the village was happy, hopeful, and harmonious as she walked into the dress shop.
But at her fifth step, she heard “SLAM! POP!”
Curiously, Elizabeth wandered over to the dressing room door.
She heard someone weeping close to the floor.
“Are you alright?” she asked with concern in her voice.
There was no reply or even a whimpering noise.
Right when Elizabeth turned to walk away,
The young girl said from the other said of the door, “Why must I look this way?”
The door creaked open and Elizabeth saw,
Adrianna dressed in silk and cloth.
The dress was white laced with silver-blue beading,
That matched her eyes as her tears were streaming.
Her long red hair glowed, and her full curls twisted and bounced,
But there was something she was insecure about.
She was frigid with her legs and could not stand them to show.
Elizabeth looked puzzled, how could anyone not see that
Adrianna’s features were so unique?
Her smooth ivory skin and eyes the color of the deep blue sea
Would render anyone unable to speak.
When Adrianna began to whimper again,
Elizabeth replied, “Find the beauty you were gifted within
Don’t worry what was said then.”
“When you have confidence from the outside in
No one will ever be able to doubt you again.”
Adrianna argued back, “But how could I forget?
It hurts now even more then it did then!”
“If you look at yourself, you stand with grace,
With that beautiful smile upon your face.
No awkwardness or clumsiness, which can be seen
You are not the same as you use to be.”
Adrianna looked again and to her surprise,
She saw herself from another side.
She looked up with a smile and hope in her eyes,
The woman had disappeared from out of her sight.
Elizabeth went on her way,
Feeling optimistic about the two girls’ lives she touched this day.
While passing through the green lawns of grass,
She heard something along a path.
As she peeked down the way,
A couple did stand, in an uncommon way.
She then did notice,
The young woman standing before a man,
Who looked with sadness and confusion about their situation at hand.
As the man had walked away,
The crying young girl began to say,
“Why did you do this? How could this be?
I gave you my soul, and you have lied to me!
You spoke of true love, and now you speak of lies!
You are just a snake in disguise.”
As Elizabeth witnessed this very sad scene,
She felt sadness for this girl with broken dreams.
Before Elizabeth could decide whether to leave or stay,
Morgan says “What brings you this way?”
Elizabeth tells her “Do not be afraid,
I am a friend here for you if you wish me to stay.”
“Have not you heard what was said about me?
Are you afraid to be a friend to me?
Such lies he has told and they all believe,
All the awful things he has said about me!”
Elizabeth replied “I do not believe all that I hear,
I listen with heart, not with my ears.
Do not worry about what was said,
You know in your heart you have nothing to dread.
Your loving heart that was tossed away,
Will come back to haunt him on his judgment day.
This beautiful heart that you possess,
Is full of love, grace, and happiness.
Do not let them judge you,
For you know you are true,
What will not kill you will make a stronger, better you.”
Morgan looked up with a smile and hope in her eyes,
Starring into the starlit sky,
As she looked over, Elizabeth disappeared.
But her voice in the distance said, “You have nothing to fear.”
Her fate was to have gypsy’s eyes and an angel’s heart,
And to fly up to heaven with her next phase to start.
By Deanna (2012)
Megan Meier’s Suicide
Why would someone do this to me?
It’s a sad cold and lonely Thursday
I don’t know what I have done wrong
There is a boy, who knows my silent scary secrets of my past
I cannot help it; it's all part of my recent history.
Why would someone do this to me?
I am less than a month away from my birthday
I should be sitting here imagining them singing the happy birthday song
I should be excited to celebrate my birthday
Instead I am thinking about how to put myself out of my misery.
Why would someone do this to me?
I feel like a little kid and I just want to go cry in a corner
We started off with a good relationship but ended up in hostility
I want the wind to carry me away from all this
He is a monster and I cannot get rid of thee.
Why would someone do this to me?
It’s just keep getting worse and worse for me
Now he’s saying I am cruel to my friends
Next thing I knew he was putting up bulletin boards saying insulting things about me
I feel trapped, and now I just want to feel free.
Why would someone do this to me?
I tried to talk about it with my mom but that did not help
I had no idea what to do I just wanted to put myself out of my misery
The only way that is going to happen is by me putting an end to this cruel life
My life is so bad that the only way I could escape is to end it, now that I see.
Why would someone do this to me?
Cold salty tear slowly flowed down my face
I felt the soft purple carpet dig in to my feet for the last time
My desk was cluttered with school work and pictures of me with my friends and family
I looked outside my window for the last time at the slow setting sun shine .
Why would someone do this to me?
I have planed my end
So I looked around my room cold dark room for the last time, all the memories, and all the pain
I slowly started walking towards my closet with a chair
I put my head through the noose and stepped off and released myself from all the pain
Now I’m finally free.
By Parit (2012)
It’s a sad cold and lonely Thursday
I don’t know what I have done wrong
There is a boy, who knows my silent scary secrets of my past
I cannot help it; it's all part of my recent history.
Why would someone do this to me?
I am less than a month away from my birthday
I should be sitting here imagining them singing the happy birthday song
I should be excited to celebrate my birthday
Instead I am thinking about how to put myself out of my misery.
Why would someone do this to me?
I feel like a little kid and I just want to go cry in a corner
We started off with a good relationship but ended up in hostility
I want the wind to carry me away from all this
He is a monster and I cannot get rid of thee.
Why would someone do this to me?
It’s just keep getting worse and worse for me
Now he’s saying I am cruel to my friends
Next thing I knew he was putting up bulletin boards saying insulting things about me
I feel trapped, and now I just want to feel free.
Why would someone do this to me?
I tried to talk about it with my mom but that did not help
I had no idea what to do I just wanted to put myself out of my misery
The only way that is going to happen is by me putting an end to this cruel life
My life is so bad that the only way I could escape is to end it, now that I see.
Why would someone do this to me?
Cold salty tear slowly flowed down my face
I felt the soft purple carpet dig in to my feet for the last time
My desk was cluttered with school work and pictures of me with my friends and family
I looked outside my window for the last time at the slow setting sun shine .
Why would someone do this to me?
I have planed my end
So I looked around my room cold dark room for the last time, all the memories, and all the pain
I slowly started walking towards my closet with a chair
I put my head through the noose and stepped off and released myself from all the pain
Now I’m finally free.
By Parit (2012)
Alcatraz
Alcatraz, an island thriving on anger and fear
Prisoner’s prayers and whimpers are all you hear
My bed mat and sheet keep me cold
I’m now 0215 not Luis so I’ve been told
My night mares wake me constantly with sudden chills
I used to be sure that I was not a man who kills
Now my catholic soul lays in the body of a man who has sinned
I ask for forgiveness while prayers leave my lips and link with the wind
Losing time as years slowly drift
All due to a gunshot that was all to swift
Everyday expecting a visit but all that goes by is time
I’m trapped, for my sentence is a mountain I must climb
Time tenuously ticks by while the sun comes up to shine
From my cell I watch the rays of day and night intertwine
I have no clock I use shadows made by the guards and bars
The only way I know it’s night is by looking out at the stars
Cells are locked and guarded by men
Today I met a guard who by chance knew Gwen
The love of my life who I was taken from
On the sad dark day I chose to play with a gun
Pow, there went a smooth press of my index finger
I shot a little girl and I watched the blood on the concrete linger
I didn’t know whether I should run and hide but I knew it wasn’t fair to Pam
Her father’s words broke my heart like boulders breaking through a dam
Awakening me from myself pity I noticed a cry
He was placed next to me and he let out an all too familiar sigh
A sigh so calming yet it sent chills to my core
By chance my only brother was put in the cell next door
“Tommy you there?” I slowly questioned aloud
“Yea Lu” he chocked through his tears I could tell he wasn’t proud
“I killed her” he cried and hit the medal shelf he now had to call his bed
I could only imagine what he had done and what was going through his head
This day I thought would never dare to come
Now we’re both in prison being taunted by shadows of the sun
I didn’t mean to murder and neither did my brother
The thought of being like my father sends a feeling like no other
I look in my dirty cracked mirror and see his eyes
when I notice that they’re mine I let out silent cries
I know for sure that my brother feels this way as well
No one sane would trade a life of freedom for one trapped in a cell
Rodriquez is a name well known within these prison walls
I’m constantly reminded as I walk these dreary halls
Perhaps if I was born a different man id be with Gwen
But I was born Luis Rodriguez on a Friday at half past ten
It was my green eyes and black hair that got me Gwen my wife
But along with that came these strong rough hands that took a guiltless life
Pamela Hunt with her brown curls and a baby teeth smile lived a short life of just six years
And I’ll be reminded that she didn’t make it to seven with every one of my tears
Always questioning my life and whether it could have been different
I have a destiny to live out though even if it’s not pleasant
In the midst of all these thoughts into my cell a mouse comes
Is it fait or just his luck that In my pocket I had a few crumbs
His hungry eyes spoke to me and I knew exactly how he felt
He had to fend for himself and play the cards he had been dealt
He’s stuck on this island against his will watching the slow days pass on
Just like I sit in this cell in a higher power’s game being bet on
Zero, two, one, and finally five
These four numbers are favorites of mine
A sheer coincidence it isn’t I suppose
Must be destiny because this life I would not have chose
I would have tried to move inland somewhere cozy yet cold
Where I could have had children with Gwen and done something great and bold
But I’ll be in here for a while even if my patience is running low
I’ve been counting, I have just 30 years 3 days and 15 hours to go
By Victoria (2012)
Prisoner’s prayers and whimpers are all you hear
My bed mat and sheet keep me cold
I’m now 0215 not Luis so I’ve been told
My night mares wake me constantly with sudden chills
I used to be sure that I was not a man who kills
Now my catholic soul lays in the body of a man who has sinned
I ask for forgiveness while prayers leave my lips and link with the wind
Losing time as years slowly drift
All due to a gunshot that was all to swift
Everyday expecting a visit but all that goes by is time
I’m trapped, for my sentence is a mountain I must climb
Time tenuously ticks by while the sun comes up to shine
From my cell I watch the rays of day and night intertwine
I have no clock I use shadows made by the guards and bars
The only way I know it’s night is by looking out at the stars
Cells are locked and guarded by men
Today I met a guard who by chance knew Gwen
The love of my life who I was taken from
On the sad dark day I chose to play with a gun
Pow, there went a smooth press of my index finger
I shot a little girl and I watched the blood on the concrete linger
I didn’t know whether I should run and hide but I knew it wasn’t fair to Pam
Her father’s words broke my heart like boulders breaking through a dam
Awakening me from myself pity I noticed a cry
He was placed next to me and he let out an all too familiar sigh
A sigh so calming yet it sent chills to my core
By chance my only brother was put in the cell next door
“Tommy you there?” I slowly questioned aloud
“Yea Lu” he chocked through his tears I could tell he wasn’t proud
“I killed her” he cried and hit the medal shelf he now had to call his bed
I could only imagine what he had done and what was going through his head
This day I thought would never dare to come
Now we’re both in prison being taunted by shadows of the sun
I didn’t mean to murder and neither did my brother
The thought of being like my father sends a feeling like no other
I look in my dirty cracked mirror and see his eyes
when I notice that they’re mine I let out silent cries
I know for sure that my brother feels this way as well
No one sane would trade a life of freedom for one trapped in a cell
Rodriquez is a name well known within these prison walls
I’m constantly reminded as I walk these dreary halls
Perhaps if I was born a different man id be with Gwen
But I was born Luis Rodriguez on a Friday at half past ten
It was my green eyes and black hair that got me Gwen my wife
But along with that came these strong rough hands that took a guiltless life
Pamela Hunt with her brown curls and a baby teeth smile lived a short life of just six years
And I’ll be reminded that she didn’t make it to seven with every one of my tears
Always questioning my life and whether it could have been different
I have a destiny to live out though even if it’s not pleasant
In the midst of all these thoughts into my cell a mouse comes
Is it fait or just his luck that In my pocket I had a few crumbs
His hungry eyes spoke to me and I knew exactly how he felt
He had to fend for himself and play the cards he had been dealt
He’s stuck on this island against his will watching the slow days pass on
Just like I sit in this cell in a higher power’s game being bet on
Zero, two, one, and finally five
These four numbers are favorites of mine
A sheer coincidence it isn’t I suppose
Must be destiny because this life I would not have chose
I would have tried to move inland somewhere cozy yet cold
Where I could have had children with Gwen and done something great and bold
But I’ll be in here for a while even if my patience is running low
I’ve been counting, I have just 30 years 3 days and 15 hours to go
By Victoria (2012)
Choice or Chance
She was so young, so beautiful, so bold.She normally did as she was told.
Went to school every day, did her homework, and her chores,
but other influence felt they had to even the scores.
Jealous of her smarts and her beauty,
or maybe these girls were just a little moody.
“Wanna hang with us tonight?
Maybe grab a bite?”
“Really? Me hang out with you girls?”,
she said while brushing back her curls.
“Sure, we are going to a cool new bar.”
“Like drinking, you mean?” “Do you have a car?”
If only it were that night,
that her mother had held her tight.
Her mother had always told her “drinking is bad”,
But she wanted to be cool.
Told her mother goodnight, grabbing her coat made of wool.
All her life she was sober,
except this cold night in October.
If only it were that night,
that her mother had held her tight.
Her stomach felt sick from drinking away the night,
so innocent, so young, if only she were bright.
Running to the bathroom, moaning in pain,
throwing her life away, she was not in a state of sane.
Her so-called “friends” had encouraged her.
Telling her to be cool like them, if only they were.
If only it were that night,
that her mother had held her tight.
She had to get her friends home before her mother found out.
Telling herself they would be fine, she had no doubt.
Her judgment was impaired,
She pretended she did not care.
Lost control of the car,
she started to swerve.
If only she did not go so far,
If only she had the nerve.
Ran into a tree,
If only it was not she.
Screams filled the sweet, silent dark.
Parts flew everywhere including a spark.
Red puddles crowded the street,
Where sirens would soon meet.
“It'll be okay baby,” Her mother came, crying, yet calm.
“Hold onto my hand baby.” she said, holding out her palm.
What had happened? Who were these people in panic?
Wondering why it was like she was on the Titanic.
Thinking to herself, she would be alright;
If she would not give up without a fight.
She turned her face from where she lay, then saw blood leaking from her head.
“I'm sorry baby. I love you.” Blaming herself as she said.
“I guess this is it.”
After all it was not her mother's fault, that she fell into this pit.
It was her choice at first glance
You might even say this was chance.
If it was only that night,
that her mother had held her tight.
By Abigail (2012)
Went to school every day, did her homework, and her chores,
but other influence felt they had to even the scores.
Jealous of her smarts and her beauty,
or maybe these girls were just a little moody.
“Wanna hang with us tonight?
Maybe grab a bite?”
“Really? Me hang out with you girls?”,
she said while brushing back her curls.
“Sure, we are going to a cool new bar.”
“Like drinking, you mean?” “Do you have a car?”
If only it were that night,
that her mother had held her tight.
Her mother had always told her “drinking is bad”,
But she wanted to be cool.
Told her mother goodnight, grabbing her coat made of wool.
All her life she was sober,
except this cold night in October.
If only it were that night,
that her mother had held her tight.
Her stomach felt sick from drinking away the night,
so innocent, so young, if only she were bright.
Running to the bathroom, moaning in pain,
throwing her life away, she was not in a state of sane.
Her so-called “friends” had encouraged her.
Telling her to be cool like them, if only they were.
If only it were that night,
that her mother had held her tight.
She had to get her friends home before her mother found out.
Telling herself they would be fine, she had no doubt.
Her judgment was impaired,
She pretended she did not care.
Lost control of the car,
she started to swerve.
If only she did not go so far,
If only she had the nerve.
Ran into a tree,
If only it was not she.
Screams filled the sweet, silent dark.
Parts flew everywhere including a spark.
Red puddles crowded the street,
Where sirens would soon meet.
“It'll be okay baby,” Her mother came, crying, yet calm.
“Hold onto my hand baby.” she said, holding out her palm.
What had happened? Who were these people in panic?
Wondering why it was like she was on the Titanic.
Thinking to herself, she would be alright;
If she would not give up without a fight.
She turned her face from where she lay, then saw blood leaking from her head.
“I'm sorry baby. I love you.” Blaming herself as she said.
“I guess this is it.”
After all it was not her mother's fault, that she fell into this pit.
It was her choice at first glance
You might even say this was chance.
If it was only that night,
that her mother had held her tight.
By Abigail (2012)
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