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)
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)
You Can Not Choose Your Fate
Was it fate or chance that I happened to be where I was on that fateful morning?
For what happened to me came without warning.
I had packed all my things the night before
And I woke up that morning full of hope and so much more.
It was a bright new day.
As I prepared myself to be on my way
For this was the start of something new.
A moment in my life where my path was askew.
I was all dressed up and ready to go.
Where I was going, you will soon know.
Mom and dad were oh so excited,
Like a couple of kids who just couldn't hide it.
That was the moment they have waited for
And then there we were on our way out the door.
They walked me to the terminal gate
Funny thing, we were almost late.
Hugs and kisses all around
It was not long before we lifted off the ground.
Now it is time for you to know
I was headed to San Francisco.
After all my hard work and dedication
I was headed to a place that would be no vacation.
The boarding school was the best in the land
And even better was the beach and the sand.
It took a little while for my nerves to settle
I listened to calming music because I could not stand heavy metal.
Then all of a sudden I felt a jolt!
As the guy sitting behind me sat up with a bolt.
He bumped into my chair as he tried to stand up
I turned around to see what was up.
There was a group of men just out of sight
It looked as though they were in a fight.
At the back of the plane where I could not quite see
I noticed a man looked directly at me.
In his hand, there was something unclear
To see what it was I would have to get near.
I slowly stood up and thought to myself
“It was our choice to protect our self”.
This was the moment where I had to choose;
And at this point, I knew I had nothing to lose.
It was my choice to join in
For we could not let the terrorists win.
What happened after that was not up to me
All I know is I wished the world could see
That we did not go down without a fight
All those involved on that frightful flight.
The last words that I heard anyone say
Like a kid in a game ready to play.
Were shouted out loud by a man in the back
As a few brave souls surged forward in attack.
Some people would say
That we threw our lives away
But courageous actions saved countless more that September day.
(TV Broadcast Announcer)
Another plane has just crashed
It landed in a field by a farm house, in Pennsylvania.
None of the passengers have been identified yet;
Although we do know that this is the only plane,
So far
That has fought back.
After today's tragic events have taken its toll,
We can stand firm in knowing that Americans never back down,
But had the courage to stand and shout "Let’s roll"
My parents now know
That even though I did not want to go
I stood up that day and chose to embrace
My fate with a smile on my face.
For now you all know what happened to me
Was something that no one else could see
Except for my fellow brave souls on United Flight 93.
By Courtney (2012)
For what happened to me came without warning.
I had packed all my things the night before
And I woke up that morning full of hope and so much more.
It was a bright new day.
As I prepared myself to be on my way
For this was the start of something new.
A moment in my life where my path was askew.
I was all dressed up and ready to go.
Where I was going, you will soon know.
Mom and dad were oh so excited,
Like a couple of kids who just couldn't hide it.
That was the moment they have waited for
And then there we were on our way out the door.
They walked me to the terminal gate
Funny thing, we were almost late.
Hugs and kisses all around
It was not long before we lifted off the ground.
Now it is time for you to know
I was headed to San Francisco.
After all my hard work and dedication
I was headed to a place that would be no vacation.
The boarding school was the best in the land
And even better was the beach and the sand.
It took a little while for my nerves to settle
I listened to calming music because I could not stand heavy metal.
Then all of a sudden I felt a jolt!
As the guy sitting behind me sat up with a bolt.
He bumped into my chair as he tried to stand up
I turned around to see what was up.
There was a group of men just out of sight
It looked as though they were in a fight.
At the back of the plane where I could not quite see
I noticed a man looked directly at me.
In his hand, there was something unclear
To see what it was I would have to get near.
I slowly stood up and thought to myself
“It was our choice to protect our self”.
This was the moment where I had to choose;
And at this point, I knew I had nothing to lose.
It was my choice to join in
For we could not let the terrorists win.
What happened after that was not up to me
All I know is I wished the world could see
That we did not go down without a fight
All those involved on that frightful flight.
The last words that I heard anyone say
Like a kid in a game ready to play.
Were shouted out loud by a man in the back
As a few brave souls surged forward in attack.
Some people would say
That we threw our lives away
But courageous actions saved countless more that September day.
(TV Broadcast Announcer)
Another plane has just crashed
It landed in a field by a farm house, in Pennsylvania.
None of the passengers have been identified yet;
Although we do know that this is the only plane,
So far
That has fought back.
After today's tragic events have taken its toll,
We can stand firm in knowing that Americans never back down,
But had the courage to stand and shout "Let’s roll"
My parents now know
That even though I did not want to go
I stood up that day and chose to embrace
My fate with a smile on my face.
For now you all know what happened to me
Was something that no one else could see
Except for my fellow brave souls on United Flight 93.
By Courtney (2012)
This Wanderer is Not Lost
He stands straight up, he silently cries,
From a pedestal of integrity he built upon lies.
His letter sat upon a nearby desk, masked by the darkness in the room.
The closed curtains left a mysterious gloom.
Just the way he liked it.
He had a second thought.
He had a second guess.
He could just forget his faults.
He could clean up his mess.
But in one swift motion, he acted on that notion
He kicked his chair away,
And thought back to what led his life astray.
He had a home, wife, kids and cars,
Some say he had it all.
But he lacked morals, and he was greedy
His doubts were proven in just one call.
It was cold and grim that night, after the children were asleep.
The house was silent until the “ring, ring, ring”, five minutes before eight
The man who was calling had a proposition,
And it could not be denied.
After a few minutes he glanced at his wife,
And he whispered and sighed,
“I’m in.”
Two months is all he was told it would take.
He would soon come to know of his mistake.
A harmless business man was his façade,
But there was more to be known about his trade.
He told his wife they were through; he was gone only a year.
She abruptly hung up the phone, and burst into tears.
She had not known the trouble he was in.
She had not known of his sin.
He did not want to go, but he knew he must.
So as time passed by,
He closed his eyes.
He did not want to see his demise.
His wife had told him, the day he had left,
To never lose sight of his goals.
But the manner of his deals and drug overdose,
Had made him lose control.
He came back to
Just before he was though
He closed his eyes tight, tighter and tighter.
His body went limp
His face drooped wearily
There were no tears in his eyes.
By Spencer (2012)
From a pedestal of integrity he built upon lies.
His letter sat upon a nearby desk, masked by the darkness in the room.
The closed curtains left a mysterious gloom.
Just the way he liked it.
He had a second thought.
He had a second guess.
He could just forget his faults.
He could clean up his mess.
But in one swift motion, he acted on that notion
He kicked his chair away,
And thought back to what led his life astray.
He had a home, wife, kids and cars,
Some say he had it all.
But he lacked morals, and he was greedy
His doubts were proven in just one call.
It was cold and grim that night, after the children were asleep.
The house was silent until the “ring, ring, ring”, five minutes before eight
The man who was calling had a proposition,
And it could not be denied.
After a few minutes he glanced at his wife,
And he whispered and sighed,
“I’m in.”
Two months is all he was told it would take.
He would soon come to know of his mistake.
A harmless business man was his façade,
But there was more to be known about his trade.
He told his wife they were through; he was gone only a year.
She abruptly hung up the phone, and burst into tears.
She had not known the trouble he was in.
She had not known of his sin.
He did not want to go, but he knew he must.
So as time passed by,
He closed his eyes.
He did not want to see his demise.
His wife had told him, the day he had left,
To never lose sight of his goals.
But the manner of his deals and drug overdose,
Had made him lose control.
He came back to
Just before he was though
He closed his eyes tight, tighter and tighter.
His body went limp
His face drooped wearily
There were no tears in his eyes.
By Spencer (2012)
Ginny
Can you imagine the person you have been closest with the longest,
Has been taken away from you in the ways of the harshest?
Would you ever forgive yourself,
If this all happened on your fault?
You would not recognize yourself anymore.
Memories would eat your every thought.
You laughed, cried, and fought with this girl.
Your inside jokes you will always remember.
But what if because you wanted to talk to her,
She could be gone forever?
I used to be a big follower of fate,
But because of this incident, I cannot help but to debate.
For this could have been avoided.
This did not need to be.
It is even scarier for me to have suggested,
That this happened because of me.
My best friend’s time had ended,
In the year of 2011.
So she walked the lengthy stairway,
The lengthy stairway to heaven.
When she was alive back on Earth, she was walking down a busy road.
She was not paying attention, and she accidentally dropped her phone.
Without thinking twice, she went back to go risk it,
And got struck by a van in critical condition.
Rumors spread like wildfire, and every day a tear was shed,
That week long of hell replays in my head.
“How did you know it was me,” you may ask?
I only received one message since.
Was it fate for her to end unnoticed?
I highly doubt it, this could have been avoided.
But how was I to know?
That the last message I sent her was her message to go?
Now where the driver had gotten their license, still remains a mystery to me.
The police let them get away it though, not a charge, wiped clean.
It shouldn't matter whether it was an accident or on purpose,
Somebody had died; somebody should do something about it.
Nevertheless, knowing her, she did not die in vain,
Because she donated her body to sixty one people in pain.
But was it fate for her life to end unnoticed?
I do not think so, Ginny will get her justice.
By Tess (2012)
Has been taken away from you in the ways of the harshest?
Would you ever forgive yourself,
If this all happened on your fault?
You would not recognize yourself anymore.
Memories would eat your every thought.
You laughed, cried, and fought with this girl.
Your inside jokes you will always remember.
But what if because you wanted to talk to her,
She could be gone forever?
I used to be a big follower of fate,
But because of this incident, I cannot help but to debate.
For this could have been avoided.
This did not need to be.
It is even scarier for me to have suggested,
That this happened because of me.
My best friend’s time had ended,
In the year of 2011.
So she walked the lengthy stairway,
The lengthy stairway to heaven.
When she was alive back on Earth, she was walking down a busy road.
She was not paying attention, and she accidentally dropped her phone.
Without thinking twice, she went back to go risk it,
And got struck by a van in critical condition.
Rumors spread like wildfire, and every day a tear was shed,
That week long of hell replays in my head.
“How did you know it was me,” you may ask?
I only received one message since.
Was it fate for her to end unnoticed?
I highly doubt it, this could have been avoided.
But how was I to know?
That the last message I sent her was her message to go?
Now where the driver had gotten their license, still remains a mystery to me.
The police let them get away it though, not a charge, wiped clean.
It shouldn't matter whether it was an accident or on purpose,
Somebody had died; somebody should do something about it.
Nevertheless, knowing her, she did not die in vain,
Because she donated her body to sixty one people in pain.
But was it fate for her life to end unnoticed?
I do not think so, Ginny will get her justice.
By Tess (2012)
A New Life
Young, youthful
Those two little lines,
Showing my whole life, changing, growing.
Life will never be the same
My mind racing a million thoughts
What do I tell my parents?
Will they let me stay?
Running, running, running
Running, shaking, AHHH!
Having to tell someone
He has to understand
This life does not fit me.
Abortion is not an option
He has to know how I feel
How this could change both of our lives?
Running, running, running
Speaking, crying, weeping
Telling him scared me
But he understood me and my decision
We have to keep it
I could not kill a soul, a real person
He tells me we have to tell our parents
We argue, but I know he is right
Suddenly my future does not look so bright
Screaming, yelling, leaving
My parents do not understand
They do not want me anymore
This hurts my heart
I have to be out in a week
But where do I go?
His parents do not get it
But they love him and his mom knows how I feel
We a have a place to live, this lovely home
My child will be safe, in my humble self
Beginning, mending, saving
The pain runs me down
But that little boy’s life, so precious
I see his dark, hazel eyes, full of life
He seems so peaceful
But I know my life gets crazy
My mom comes to see what I am becoming
Her little girl so grown up
Our trust must grow back and I know it will take time.
My life needs some saving
This is going to be the start of something new.
By Samantha S. (2012)
Those two little lines,
Showing my whole life, changing, growing.
Life will never be the same
My mind racing a million thoughts
What do I tell my parents?
Will they let me stay?
Running, running, running
Running, shaking, AHHH!
Having to tell someone
He has to understand
This life does not fit me.
Abortion is not an option
He has to know how I feel
How this could change both of our lives?
Running, running, running
Speaking, crying, weeping
Telling him scared me
But he understood me and my decision
We have to keep it
I could not kill a soul, a real person
He tells me we have to tell our parents
We argue, but I know he is right
Suddenly my future does not look so bright
Screaming, yelling, leaving
My parents do not understand
They do not want me anymore
This hurts my heart
I have to be out in a week
But where do I go?
His parents do not get it
But they love him and his mom knows how I feel
We a have a place to live, this lovely home
My child will be safe, in my humble self
Beginning, mending, saving
The pain runs me down
But that little boy’s life, so precious
I see his dark, hazel eyes, full of life
He seems so peaceful
But I know my life gets crazy
My mom comes to see what I am becoming
Her little girl so grown up
Our trust must grow back and I know it will take time.
My life needs some saving
This is going to be the start of something new.
By Samantha S. (2012)
The Eye of the Beholder
There is a thin line between fate and chance, For instance Luke, whose life at a glance,
Could sway however which way.
Luke is a boy of good heart,
A quiet boy who cares for few,
Yet for those he does,
Its certain his concern is true.
Not long ago, around eighth grade or so,
He met a girl named Leah.
She was the most beautiful, bodacious, and brilliant girl
He has ever seen.
Her eyes were glistening jewels,
Extraordinary mind blowing tools.
Luke, however, was too timid to make a move;
He felt he had nothing to prove.
Later on,
Luke and Leah attended the same high school.
He tried his hardest not to be a fool.
For Leah he did all he could do,
Yet Leah was not Luke's to woo.
Leah fell for another.
She thought of Luke only as a brother.
Leah fell for Kennedy,
To Luke there was no remedy.
Luke's deep, dark, depressed heart,
Stabbed him like a razor-edged dart.
There was only one thing he could do,
Try and feel for other girls in the way he well knew.
The way he felt for you know who.
Even still he could not be felt of the same,
Of whom was this pain to blame?
However, he kept at it with blind hope
Wondering more of where he could find a rope.
Yet all long Luke loved Leah.
He loved her with a love that was more than love.
He saw her as a miraculous dove except,
But it was Leah who must accept it.
Luke realized Leah was the one for him;
The chance of success was slim.
Without her, his soul was grim.
In his life, she brings light.
This light of which turns day from night,
And ends the reign of pain.
Luke would do anything for her;
She still did not feel the same.
Now Luke is left alone and hurt,
Leah long gone and now desert.
He cannot bear the pain of knowing love,
And not being felt of the same.
Luke loved Leah more than all,
But in the end Luke took the fall.
The pain he felt, he could not bear it,
So in the end, he would not wear it.
Once and for all,
He let his gun make a call,
To end his misery.
But now that he is long gone,
Leah learns the mystery,
Hiding from within her soul.
Too bad Luke is history,
Now it cannot become whole.
Was it chance that love never came,
Or was it fate that Luke should have died no older?
It's all in the eye of the beholder.
By Issac (2012)
Could sway however which way.
Luke is a boy of good heart,
A quiet boy who cares for few,
Yet for those he does,
Its certain his concern is true.
Not long ago, around eighth grade or so,
He met a girl named Leah.
She was the most beautiful, bodacious, and brilliant girl
He has ever seen.
Her eyes were glistening jewels,
Extraordinary mind blowing tools.
Luke, however, was too timid to make a move;
He felt he had nothing to prove.
Later on,
Luke and Leah attended the same high school.
He tried his hardest not to be a fool.
For Leah he did all he could do,
Yet Leah was not Luke's to woo.
Leah fell for another.
She thought of Luke only as a brother.
Leah fell for Kennedy,
To Luke there was no remedy.
Luke's deep, dark, depressed heart,
Stabbed him like a razor-edged dart.
There was only one thing he could do,
Try and feel for other girls in the way he well knew.
The way he felt for you know who.
Even still he could not be felt of the same,
Of whom was this pain to blame?
However, he kept at it with blind hope
Wondering more of where he could find a rope.
Yet all long Luke loved Leah.
He loved her with a love that was more than love.
He saw her as a miraculous dove except,
But it was Leah who must accept it.
Luke realized Leah was the one for him;
The chance of success was slim.
Without her, his soul was grim.
In his life, she brings light.
This light of which turns day from night,
And ends the reign of pain.
Luke would do anything for her;
She still did not feel the same.
Now Luke is left alone and hurt,
Leah long gone and now desert.
He cannot bear the pain of knowing love,
And not being felt of the same.
Luke loved Leah more than all,
But in the end Luke took the fall.
The pain he felt, he could not bear it,
So in the end, he would not wear it.
Once and for all,
He let his gun make a call,
To end his misery.
But now that he is long gone,
Leah learns the mystery,
Hiding from within her soul.
Too bad Luke is history,
Now it cannot become whole.
Was it chance that love never came,
Or was it fate that Luke should have died no older?
It's all in the eye of the beholder.
By Issac (2012)
I feel as if I am alone in a sea of people.Everyone keeps telling me to move on,
But they have no clue how I feel.
I always say that I’m okay,
Then I realize that I lost the best part of me.
I don’t want to believe it,
But people keep shoving it in my face to see.
I don’t understand what went wrong.
I’m so confused and lost.
We were so happy and in love,
I told you how I’d feel if I ever lost you,
Remember that song?
I cry and cry every night,
Even though I try not to with all my might.
When I cry its like a depressing rainy day,
But I know that one day I will see another ray of sunshine.
I fell with our love,
The day that you called.
I will never let myself fall back into that state.
It hurt so much,
But it was your mistake.
You lost the best thing that was in your life.
You will never find anyone as good as I.
You did me wrong,
When I did you right.
I just know that I have to stay strong,
And I have to fight.
Fight, fight for my right,
That’s very close in sight.
I loved you with my all,
But you let all of that fall.
Slowly each day I’m starting to learn,
That I deserve better and I will move on.
By Nicole (2012)
But they have no clue how I feel.
I always say that I’m okay,
Then I realize that I lost the best part of me.
I don’t want to believe it,
But people keep shoving it in my face to see.
I don’t understand what went wrong.
I’m so confused and lost.
We were so happy and in love,
I told you how I’d feel if I ever lost you,
Remember that song?
I cry and cry every night,
Even though I try not to with all my might.
When I cry its like a depressing rainy day,
But I know that one day I will see another ray of sunshine.
I fell with our love,
The day that you called.
I will never let myself fall back into that state.
It hurt so much,
But it was your mistake.
You lost the best thing that was in your life.
You will never find anyone as good as I.
You did me wrong,
When I did you right.
I just know that I have to stay strong,
And I have to fight.
Fight, fight for my right,
That’s very close in sight.
I loved you with my all,
But you let all of that fall.
Slowly each day I’m starting to learn,
That I deserve better and I will move on.
By Nicole (2012)
Inside
Golden irises filled with discontent and betrayal Soaked with the warm blood of another
Laughter echoed with denial
Love never ends.
She prepared for a journey
She had never anticipated
Nomadic blood pulsated through her veins
Without the knowledge of mother and father
The origin of her being was unknown
Always searching for acceptance
Always receiving rejection
The amulet was the key
Her heart was the map
Wandering through a never-ending mist
Unable to see
Unable to breath
She was no longer the leader
Fate became her navigator
The swamp bound with
A legend
A myth
A tale to be told
Strong, Staunch, and Wise
Unlike the rest of his kind.
Honorable, Amorous and Generous
Made him the outcast of the tribe.
Forever confined
The only joy he had
Was helping the petite dwellers of the land.
A series of blood curdling screams
Quivered the giant's tympanic membrane
A salt tear darted to the earth floor
Empathy filled the colossal's heart
Roars of fierce being
Abrupted the tranquility of the swamp
Familiarity strucked
This was no ordinary monstrosity
The heroine encountered
Grabbing hold of a scaly bicep of the beast
Our young opportunist began to rise
Unaware of its assassin's pressence
Made the task effortless
If completed swiftly
Reaching the peak
Fear did not faze her
Fear was nothing more than a game
A game she conquered many moons ago
Daggers in hand
She pounced
A lioness after her prey
Gliding through the stratosphere
Arms positioned
Ready for execution
Blood marked her the predator
And the dragon her prey
But this isn't the end of the tale
Its only a fragment
Of a triumph beginning
By Sydney (2012)
Laughter echoed with denial
Love never ends.
She prepared for a journey
She had never anticipated
Nomadic blood pulsated through her veins
Without the knowledge of mother and father
The origin of her being was unknown
Always searching for acceptance
Always receiving rejection
The amulet was the key
Her heart was the map
Wandering through a never-ending mist
Unable to see
Unable to breath
She was no longer the leader
Fate became her navigator
The swamp bound with
A legend
A myth
A tale to be told
Strong, Staunch, and Wise
Unlike the rest of his kind.
Honorable, Amorous and Generous
Made him the outcast of the tribe.
Forever confined
The only joy he had
Was helping the petite dwellers of the land.
A series of blood curdling screams
Quivered the giant's tympanic membrane
A salt tear darted to the earth floor
Empathy filled the colossal's heart
Roars of fierce being
Abrupted the tranquility of the swamp
Familiarity strucked
This was no ordinary monstrosity
The heroine encountered
Grabbing hold of a scaly bicep of the beast
Our young opportunist began to rise
Unaware of its assassin's pressence
Made the task effortless
If completed swiftly
Reaching the peak
Fear did not faze her
Fear was nothing more than a game
A game she conquered many moons ago
Daggers in hand
She pounced
A lioness after her prey
Gliding through the stratosphere
Arms positioned
Ready for execution
Blood marked her the predator
And the dragon her prey
But this isn't the end of the tale
Its only a fragment
Of a triumph beginning
By Sydney (2012)
Misa Misunderstood
Her name was Misa Misunderstood
Only six years old and living in the hood
She wants to be loved
She wants someone to hold
In the end she is left in the cold
At school the very next day
She feels safe and begins to lay
Down in hall and starts to cry
All because kids only make fun
That was when she decided her life was done
Now little Misa Misunderstood
Knew the only thing she could and would
Do to make herself happy
Which is believing in fate
And hope that she would go through heaven’s gate
There Misa Misunderstood
Did something a little girl never should
It was a quick slice and a dice in the wrist
Then she was gasping for breath
In the end there was nothing left
Now little Misa Misunderstood
The world will never know what she could
Do because she was gone
Buried six feet underground
And that is where she wears her crown
When it comes to fate the pain was to great
For Little Misa Misunderstood
Her life was never great
and those who loved her were to late
so never hold back never give in
By Dakotah (2012)
Only six years old and living in the hood
She wants to be loved
She wants someone to hold
In the end she is left in the cold
At school the very next day
She feels safe and begins to lay
Down in hall and starts to cry
All because kids only make fun
That was when she decided her life was done
Now little Misa Misunderstood
Knew the only thing she could and would
Do to make herself happy
Which is believing in fate
And hope that she would go through heaven’s gate
There Misa Misunderstood
Did something a little girl never should
It was a quick slice and a dice in the wrist
Then she was gasping for breath
In the end there was nothing left
Now little Misa Misunderstood
The world will never know what she could
Do because she was gone
Buried six feet underground
And that is where she wears her crown
When it comes to fate the pain was to great
For Little Misa Misunderstood
Her life was never great
and those who loved her were to late
so never hold back never give in
By Dakotah (2012)
Hurricane Fate
The hurricane is coming
The boy and his family hiding in a house so unbecoming
They do not know what the outcome will be
The house was so small a family of rats could not live in it
Well, okay maybe that’s exaggerating it a bit
They so badly wanted to flee
But when they tried it was too late
Hey, who knows maybe it was fate
The boy heard the wind it sounded like a lions’ roaring
Out of the windows he could see branches, trash, and leaves soaring
BAM! He could not escape the disturbing noises of windows shattering and trees falling
They turn on the radio to see what is going on
The little boy and his family felt withdrawn
Withdrawn from their friends and family and wondering if they could get through this
As the night went on, the nightmare got worse
The dad wondered into the night, “was this some type of curse”?
Eventually the hurricane passes but the damage did not
They salvaged what they could and tried to find a new home even though it was a long- shot
The family eventually moved to Pennsylvania unsure about their lives
Their new house was a bee hive
A small house unfortunately with many lives within
One day their father came in with a slight grin
He announced they would move to South Carolina
They gathered the kids, the couch, coats, computers, and even the fine china
The boy was not a boy but a young man now
His transformation was amazing, his father even wondered how?
A year later the young man got a great opportunity
He was offered to go to Early College but was unsure of his ability
He decided to go for it and he got in
He wondered where this opportunity had always been
He now looks back at it all and does not regret a thing
His family is proud and all very supporting
“Was this crazy journey filled with up and downs fate”, he wondered?
He believes it is and now he knows that when it comes to making a better life it’s never… too late
By James (2012)
The boy and his family hiding in a house so unbecoming
They do not know what the outcome will be
The house was so small a family of rats could not live in it
Well, okay maybe that’s exaggerating it a bit
They so badly wanted to flee
But when they tried it was too late
Hey, who knows maybe it was fate
The boy heard the wind it sounded like a lions’ roaring
Out of the windows he could see branches, trash, and leaves soaring
BAM! He could not escape the disturbing noises of windows shattering and trees falling
They turn on the radio to see what is going on
The little boy and his family felt withdrawn
Withdrawn from their friends and family and wondering if they could get through this
As the night went on, the nightmare got worse
The dad wondered into the night, “was this some type of curse”?
Eventually the hurricane passes but the damage did not
They salvaged what they could and tried to find a new home even though it was a long- shot
The family eventually moved to Pennsylvania unsure about their lives
Their new house was a bee hive
A small house unfortunately with many lives within
One day their father came in with a slight grin
He announced they would move to South Carolina
They gathered the kids, the couch, coats, computers, and even the fine china
The boy was not a boy but a young man now
His transformation was amazing, his father even wondered how?
A year later the young man got a great opportunity
He was offered to go to Early College but was unsure of his ability
He decided to go for it and he got in
He wondered where this opportunity had always been
He now looks back at it all and does not regret a thing
His family is proud and all very supporting
“Was this crazy journey filled with up and downs fate”, he wondered?
He believes it is and now he knows that when it comes to making a better life it’s never… too late
By James (2012)
Carol climbs up the stairs from her 9 to 5 job, at the local grocery store.
To her small two bedroom apartment that she struggles to afford.
She hears her daughter blaring music, as she walks through the door.
She walks down the hall; she stops at Alice’s door.
She sees her sitting there, crying on the floor.
Her mother never wanted this for her,
Shock stabs her heart like a dagger; she wanted her to have so much more.
The daughter that is only sixteen, the daughter that will make her a grandma at age 32.
Carol walks away, dumbfounded, not knowing what to do.
“I’m so sorry mama.” she pleaded.
As Carol blames herself, thinks “I didn’t give her the love she needed.”
She had do much hope for her only daughters life,
Not to become a mother, while not yet a wife.
Carol remembers when she was in her daughters shoes,
Remembers the suffering and pain her daughter is about to go through.
“This will not stop my dreams mama, I promise.” her daughter cries.
“I am still going to live the life I want to.” she promised.
“Baby girl, I want to believe you now, but I just do not see how. I just wish you would have waited” Carol stated.
“I will prove you wrong. Just wait, you will see.” Alice swore.
“I hope you do.” her mother claimed.
Alice got up and stormed out the door.
As it slammed with a thud,
Carol collapses in tears and curls in to ball on the floor.
Months pass by and the live
day
by
day.
Until eight months pass and Carol get a call
Alice is on the other end crying, “Mama it is time, I am on the way.”
Carol grabs her keys and rushed out the door running, but trying not to fall.
When she finally makes it to the hospital they tell her she is ready to push,
After twenty-five short minutes, Carol’s heart turns to mush.
A beautiful baby girl, Carolynn Marie,
“She is beautiful baby girl!” Carol exclaimed.
A few days after Carolynn turns 5 months old,
Alice comes in and says “Mama, I am going to college, I have to make her proud.”
Carol looks at her daughter, and begins to cry,
“I am so proud of you, beautiful daughter of mine.” Carol squeezes out between tears.
By Suzanna (2012)
To her small two bedroom apartment that she struggles to afford.
She hears her daughter blaring music, as she walks through the door.
She walks down the hall; she stops at Alice’s door.
She sees her sitting there, crying on the floor.
Her mother never wanted this for her,
Shock stabs her heart like a dagger; she wanted her to have so much more.
The daughter that is only sixteen, the daughter that will make her a grandma at age 32.
Carol walks away, dumbfounded, not knowing what to do.
“I’m so sorry mama.” she pleaded.
As Carol blames herself, thinks “I didn’t give her the love she needed.”
She had do much hope for her only daughters life,
Not to become a mother, while not yet a wife.
Carol remembers when she was in her daughters shoes,
Remembers the suffering and pain her daughter is about to go through.
“This will not stop my dreams mama, I promise.” her daughter cries.
“I am still going to live the life I want to.” she promised.
“Baby girl, I want to believe you now, but I just do not see how. I just wish you would have waited” Carol stated.
“I will prove you wrong. Just wait, you will see.” Alice swore.
“I hope you do.” her mother claimed.
Alice got up and stormed out the door.
As it slammed with a thud,
Carol collapses in tears and curls in to ball on the floor.
Months pass by and the live
day
by
day.
Until eight months pass and Carol get a call
Alice is on the other end crying, “Mama it is time, I am on the way.”
Carol grabs her keys and rushed out the door running, but trying not to fall.
When she finally makes it to the hospital they tell her she is ready to push,
After twenty-five short minutes, Carol’s heart turns to mush.
A beautiful baby girl, Carolynn Marie,
“She is beautiful baby girl!” Carol exclaimed.
A few days after Carolynn turns 5 months old,
Alice comes in and says “Mama, I am going to college, I have to make her proud.”
Carol looks at her daughter, and begins to cry,
“I am so proud of you, beautiful daughter of mine.” Carol squeezes out between tears.
By Suzanna (2012)
A Little Too Late
Every time he closes his eyes
A part of him dies.
He sees their faces
Dead and cold.
His beautiful wife
Of just a few years
Stricken down by one of her worst fears.
Drowning is a tortuous death,
A cruel end to a wonderful life.
A wonderful life harboring another.
Held beneath the frigid water,
In a not-so-friendly swimming pool.
Her body left dim and lifeless,
As the life-that-would-be slips away,
Before it ever truly began.
A so-called best friend,
Brought their life to end.
Jealousy. Jealousy. Jealousy.
Jasper was paying the price,
Was it merely an unfortunate roll of the dice?
He opens his eyes
And instantly he cries
For the family he started
And how it departed.
Laying in a cold damp jail cell,
Listening to a pipe above his head leak.
Drip, Drip, Drip,
On and on for hours.
Though time ticked on,
The knowledge of an emanate death,
So slowly and silently slinking its way
Closer. Closer. Closer.
The best friend he thought he could trust his life with,
Took it away.
He was jealous,
He loved Molly too.
If he couldn’t have her,
No one could.
No one. No one. No one.
He hears the quick steps of the guard.
He swallows hard.
There’s a knock on his cell door.
Jasper lifts himself from the dirty floor
For the last time.
Walking down the long drab hallway
For the last time
To die for a crime he never committed.
For a moment he begins to pretend,
To pretend it’s all been a dream.
Then he hears a terrible scream,
Coming from a panicking man.
A man meeting a death same as him.
Jasper sits down.
His heart begins to pound.
The room is as white as newly fallen snow.
He looks around at a small white room.
The walls are white.
The floor is white.
The doctor’s scrubs are white.
It smells of rubber gloves.
It radiates dread.
The lights look too bright,
Making Jasper’s eyes cringe in agony.
Bright. Bright. Bright.
The doctor walks over,
Asking if there’s any last words.
Shaking his head “no”,
He prepares himself for death by lethal injection.
Watching the needle pierce his skin,
He struggles as he feels his body giving in.
The bright lights seem to grow dim,
Startling him,
As the world grows more and more blurry.
He has no reason to stay,
He thinks,
As he lets him self slip away.
Away. Away. Away.
Six months later a frightened woman comes forth,
But it’s too late.
She says she witnessed Molly’s murder,
But it’s too late.
If only she had spoken up sooner,
An innocent man wouldn’t have died,
But it’s a little too late now.
By Kaycie (2012)
A part of him dies.
He sees their faces
Dead and cold.
His beautiful wife
Of just a few years
Stricken down by one of her worst fears.
Drowning is a tortuous death,
A cruel end to a wonderful life.
A wonderful life harboring another.
Held beneath the frigid water,
In a not-so-friendly swimming pool.
Her body left dim and lifeless,
As the life-that-would-be slips away,
Before it ever truly began.
A so-called best friend,
Brought their life to end.
Jealousy. Jealousy. Jealousy.
Jasper was paying the price,
Was it merely an unfortunate roll of the dice?
He opens his eyes
And instantly he cries
For the family he started
And how it departed.
Laying in a cold damp jail cell,
Listening to a pipe above his head leak.
Drip, Drip, Drip,
On and on for hours.
Though time ticked on,
The knowledge of an emanate death,
So slowly and silently slinking its way
Closer. Closer. Closer.
The best friend he thought he could trust his life with,
Took it away.
He was jealous,
He loved Molly too.
If he couldn’t have her,
No one could.
No one. No one. No one.
He hears the quick steps of the guard.
He swallows hard.
There’s a knock on his cell door.
Jasper lifts himself from the dirty floor
For the last time.
Walking down the long drab hallway
For the last time
To die for a crime he never committed.
For a moment he begins to pretend,
To pretend it’s all been a dream.
Then he hears a terrible scream,
Coming from a panicking man.
A man meeting a death same as him.
Jasper sits down.
His heart begins to pound.
The room is as white as newly fallen snow.
He looks around at a small white room.
The walls are white.
The floor is white.
The doctor’s scrubs are white.
It smells of rubber gloves.
It radiates dread.
The lights look too bright,
Making Jasper’s eyes cringe in agony.
Bright. Bright. Bright.
The doctor walks over,
Asking if there’s any last words.
Shaking his head “no”,
He prepares himself for death by lethal injection.
Watching the needle pierce his skin,
He struggles as he feels his body giving in.
The bright lights seem to grow dim,
Startling him,
As the world grows more and more blurry.
He has no reason to stay,
He thinks,
As he lets him self slip away.
Away. Away. Away.
Six months later a frightened woman comes forth,
But it’s too late.
She says she witnessed Molly’s murder,
But it’s too late.
If only she had spoken up sooner,
An innocent man wouldn’t have died,
But it’s a little too late now.
By Kaycie (2012)
Life
Love is made
But you cannot rush to life
It takes time to fully create you
So do not bother to put up a fight
Time is up
So now you can rush
From the shade to the light
That you have been trying so hard to fight
Now you are a baby
The time when you learn right from wrong
Honesty and trust
Being the main ones
It is time for you to progress in life
You are forced to wake up at a time you are not used to
But eventually you will find friends and you guys hang out
You guys live life for the thrill
And one day you are introduced to a girl named Mary
Nowhere near scary
Because she is as pretty as a flower
Hanging out with her
You learn she holds an enormous amount of power
But one day she seems different
And after that day you are not the same
Then one day everybody seems like a demon
And that same day you are introduced to a gigantic of pain
“Your father has died
Is all you can remember your mom say
She also says you will be strong and that you have the heart of a lion”
Being in bed for days
Balling your eyes out until they are sore
And you cannot cry anymore
You go back to Mary , still not scary
But nothing changes when you leave
Everyone still feels like they’re out to get you
And you feel invisible
All by yourself
And you feel like you have no one else, and nothing left to live for
So you decide to go to the 100th floor of a building
You rush up the stairs
Feeling like nobody cares
You get to the edge
And you see everyone’s head the size of an ant
You see them staring
And no one caring
“Saying he won’t do it”
“It is just for attention”
Thinking your last thoughts
And breathing your last breaths
You think to yourself
Is this by fate
As I land on my face
And die
Or is this by chance?
That whenever I told someone
I will change the world
They would say
You will never be a man
And I answer
“This is my fate”
As I jump over the edge
And land on my head
With a thump on the hard cement ground
“THUMP!”
With loud shrieks and screams filling the air
As my body lays there with no life
By Alex M. (2012)
But you cannot rush to life
It takes time to fully create you
So do not bother to put up a fight
Time is up
So now you can rush
From the shade to the light
That you have been trying so hard to fight
Now you are a baby
The time when you learn right from wrong
Honesty and trust
Being the main ones
It is time for you to progress in life
You are forced to wake up at a time you are not used to
But eventually you will find friends and you guys hang out
You guys live life for the thrill
And one day you are introduced to a girl named Mary
Nowhere near scary
Because she is as pretty as a flower
Hanging out with her
You learn she holds an enormous amount of power
But one day she seems different
And after that day you are not the same
Then one day everybody seems like a demon
And that same day you are introduced to a gigantic of pain
“Your father has died
Is all you can remember your mom say
She also says you will be strong and that you have the heart of a lion”
Being in bed for days
Balling your eyes out until they are sore
And you cannot cry anymore
You go back to Mary , still not scary
But nothing changes when you leave
Everyone still feels like they’re out to get you
And you feel invisible
All by yourself
And you feel like you have no one else, and nothing left to live for
So you decide to go to the 100th floor of a building
You rush up the stairs
Feeling like nobody cares
You get to the edge
And you see everyone’s head the size of an ant
You see them staring
And no one caring
“Saying he won’t do it”
“It is just for attention”
Thinking your last thoughts
And breathing your last breaths
You think to yourself
Is this by fate
As I land on my face
And die
Or is this by chance?
That whenever I told someone
I will change the world
They would say
You will never be a man
And I answer
“This is my fate”
As I jump over the edge
And land on my head
With a thump on the hard cement ground
“THUMP!”
With loud shrieks and screams filling the air
As my body lays there with no life
By Alex M. (2012)
Someone Save Me
In a destroyed town called Uganda
All was at peace in Africa .
Then,
I was awoken out my sleep
Wondering who could it be?
Momma is asleep, no sounds of my brothers at play.
To my surprise,
I saw a dark guy with mysterious eyes.
He put tape over my mouth,
And warned me not to cry.
At that moment, I knew I was going to die.
Unless,
Someone save me.
I cried out loud
In hopes to be found,
But no one seemed to hear my sound.
Could this be?
What mother warned me;
The Lord’s Résistance Army
Here to abduct me.
No not me
This could not be.
Tomorrow we planned to travel
To America to be free
Someone save me.
In a van
Afraid to stand
I hear voices
Strange voices
I hear their plan
To take me to a faraway land
Tape over my mouth
No voice to speak out loud
What are they going to do to me?
If only I could see.
Unless,
Someone save me.
I heard of their evilness
They take young souls
Destroy them into zombies
A silent request to God in hopes that someone finds me
Someone save me.
As hours passed
I suddenly heard a loud crash
I could hear the van’s engine cough as it comes to a stop
There was finally light through the windows
I have never been so happy to feel the wind blow.
Faces were revealed
I now know I am a victim
Of the Genocide that killed many children.
Unless,
Someone save me.
These stories momma told
I never believed it to be true
If only momma knew
That her daughter is being taken
To a room full of men
They look at me with eyes of sin
They stared me up and down
As though I was a clown
Like a hungry hyena
In search for food that cannot be found
Someone save me.
I know what is to come next
As the room smelled of sex
For my innocence is to be taken
My heart is praying
Someone save me.
Morning comes and I lay
With blood all over my face
My clothes are torn and soaked in sweat and blood
Bruises on my face and body
My body cries of ache and pain
It will never be the same
Too ashamed to look at my face
as if I belong to a murder case
But I’m an innocent 11 year old girl.
I was taken,
by men who were mistaken
Someone save me.
I do not deserve to be another victim
I stayed days in a dark room
With no food to eat
No peace to sleep,
I cried many tears
Taken over by my fears,
My parents have failed me.
They have not come to rescue me.
Someone save me.
Days passed
As my pain last
I continue to be beaten
Tortured for reasons unknown
Physical and verbal abuse
I prayed for something new
To be saved
I prayed for better days
Someone save me.
Going on with doubts
Wondering why I still have not been found
I have been trapped in a cold room,
With no clothes
No air to breathe
Restroom to relieve
My appearance is a mess
Feet with looks of stress;
Stomach empty
No one to hear me
Months passed
As pain still last
Another loud noise
I hear outside the doors
Children screaming lights are beaming
I was taken from the room
To my surprise I was not the only victim
I stand with many
Sad souls of abducted children
Someone save me.
Tears in our eyes
Could this be fate to save us?
Or is this by chance
That a plane just landed
As soldiers grabbed our hand
I prayed a silent prayer
For my pain will always be there.
But the soldiers are taken us home
To a place where I belong
But I know that I was not alone
For God is the fate that is bringing me home
Fate,
Had come and saved me.
By Jasmine M. (2012)
All was at peace in Africa .
Then,
I was awoken out my sleep
Wondering who could it be?
Momma is asleep, no sounds of my brothers at play.
To my surprise,
I saw a dark guy with mysterious eyes.
He put tape over my mouth,
And warned me not to cry.
At that moment, I knew I was going to die.
Unless,
Someone save me.
I cried out loud
In hopes to be found,
But no one seemed to hear my sound.
Could this be?
What mother warned me;
The Lord’s Résistance Army
Here to abduct me.
No not me
This could not be.
Tomorrow we planned to travel
To America to be free
Someone save me.
In a van
Afraid to stand
I hear voices
Strange voices
I hear their plan
To take me to a faraway land
Tape over my mouth
No voice to speak out loud
What are they going to do to me?
If only I could see.
Unless,
Someone save me.
I heard of their evilness
They take young souls
Destroy them into zombies
A silent request to God in hopes that someone finds me
Someone save me.
As hours passed
I suddenly heard a loud crash
I could hear the van’s engine cough as it comes to a stop
There was finally light through the windows
I have never been so happy to feel the wind blow.
Faces were revealed
I now know I am a victim
Of the Genocide that killed many children.
Unless,
Someone save me.
These stories momma told
I never believed it to be true
If only momma knew
That her daughter is being taken
To a room full of men
They look at me with eyes of sin
They stared me up and down
As though I was a clown
Like a hungry hyena
In search for food that cannot be found
Someone save me.
I know what is to come next
As the room smelled of sex
For my innocence is to be taken
My heart is praying
Someone save me.
Morning comes and I lay
With blood all over my face
My clothes are torn and soaked in sweat and blood
Bruises on my face and body
My body cries of ache and pain
It will never be the same
Too ashamed to look at my face
as if I belong to a murder case
But I’m an innocent 11 year old girl.
I was taken,
by men who were mistaken
Someone save me.
I do not deserve to be another victim
I stayed days in a dark room
With no food to eat
No peace to sleep,
I cried many tears
Taken over by my fears,
My parents have failed me.
They have not come to rescue me.
Someone save me.
Days passed
As my pain last
I continue to be beaten
Tortured for reasons unknown
Physical and verbal abuse
I prayed for something new
To be saved
I prayed for better days
Someone save me.
Going on with doubts
Wondering why I still have not been found
I have been trapped in a cold room,
With no clothes
No air to breathe
Restroom to relieve
My appearance is a mess
Feet with looks of stress;
Stomach empty
No one to hear me
Months passed
As pain still last
Another loud noise
I hear outside the doors
Children screaming lights are beaming
I was taken from the room
To my surprise I was not the only victim
I stand with many
Sad souls of abducted children
Someone save me.
Tears in our eyes
Could this be fate to save us?
Or is this by chance
That a plane just landed
As soldiers grabbed our hand
I prayed a silent prayer
For my pain will always be there.
But the soldiers are taken us home
To a place where I belong
But I know that I was not alone
For God is the fate that is bringing me home
Fate,
Had come and saved me.
By Jasmine M. (2012)
Moonlight
Beside the red blossom tree,
Bloomed to perfection,
Stands the love of her life.
Standing in the moonlight,
Where they first met,
That bittersweet night,
Was all they had left.
She cannot hold him.
She cannot touch him.
For he fell into the void,
Never to return.
For he is just a mirage.
An image in her imagination.
He showed his love burning in the night,
Until that fateful night,
When she thought that by chance they met eyes,
But he was telling her lies
The things that he thought,
Was that he wanted her heart,
So that he could take it for himself.
But the dragon rose up and stole his life,
Now he can roam no more.
So he sits there in the dark,
Waiting for someone to love him.
And he does not know that she loves him.
She walks along the path,
Deciding what he was thinking,
Wondering if he ever thought of her kindly.
What we never had is what she would love,
But the fight is not worth the pain.
She wishes that he could give her that chance,
To trade each other’s heart,
So that the beach could be theirs for that night.
For she would walk all night, and talk all night,
And try to forget her pain.
She finds that it will never happen,
She knows that she has suffered enough
So she goes to the dragon,
And begs for his forgiveness,
But he does not comply.
The one request he has,
Is to prove that she loves him,
By going to the end of the Earth,
To find the meaning of love.
There he will return him to her,
Only if he will love her back.
Once she reached her destination,
The dragon appeared to her.
She told him of her findings,
And what she had to learn.
She told him she was ready to be judged,
And her love appeared in front of her.
He said, “I love you.
You have freed me of my loss,
And I know now what the meaning of love is.”
Her pulled out a white tulip, and set it in her ear,
And she knew this is what she wanted by the thud thud thud of her heart.
The dragon was kind,
And married them on the spot,
While standing there in the moonlight.
But what she could not figure out,
Is how this had happen.
The dragon was like a mentor,
Who taught her what love is.
Her love was as a puppy,
New and giddy and joyful.
But when she woke from her sleep that night,
She noticed him not
There…
For he was just a dream,
Just an image of her imagination.
By Allison J. (2012)
Bloomed to perfection,
Stands the love of her life.
Standing in the moonlight,
Where they first met,
That bittersweet night,
Was all they had left.
She cannot hold him.
She cannot touch him.
For he fell into the void,
Never to return.
For he is just a mirage.
An image in her imagination.
He showed his love burning in the night,
Until that fateful night,
When she thought that by chance they met eyes,
But he was telling her lies
The things that he thought,
Was that he wanted her heart,
So that he could take it for himself.
But the dragon rose up and stole his life,
Now he can roam no more.
So he sits there in the dark,
Waiting for someone to love him.
And he does not know that she loves him.
She walks along the path,
Deciding what he was thinking,
Wondering if he ever thought of her kindly.
What we never had is what she would love,
But the fight is not worth the pain.
She wishes that he could give her that chance,
To trade each other’s heart,
So that the beach could be theirs for that night.
For she would walk all night, and talk all night,
And try to forget her pain.
She finds that it will never happen,
She knows that she has suffered enough
So she goes to the dragon,
And begs for his forgiveness,
But he does not comply.
The one request he has,
Is to prove that she loves him,
By going to the end of the Earth,
To find the meaning of love.
There he will return him to her,
Only if he will love her back.
Once she reached her destination,
The dragon appeared to her.
She told him of her findings,
And what she had to learn.
She told him she was ready to be judged,
And her love appeared in front of her.
He said, “I love you.
You have freed me of my loss,
And I know now what the meaning of love is.”
Her pulled out a white tulip, and set it in her ear,
And she knew this is what she wanted by the thud thud thud of her heart.
The dragon was kind,
And married them on the spot,
While standing there in the moonlight.
But what she could not figure out,
Is how this had happen.
The dragon was like a mentor,
Who taught her what love is.
Her love was as a puppy,
New and giddy and joyful.
But when she woke from her sleep that night,
She noticed him not
There…
For he was just a dream,
Just an image of her imagination.
By Allison J. (2012)
Soul Mate
A life based off false identity
And anger flows within me.
Lava running threw my veins
No name, and filled with great pain, they call him
He.
Yet anger flows within
He still helps out a friend.
From kidneys to blood, he has given them all to who was need
Until he met a girl with a certain plea
Her name is Love.
She gleamed like an angel from above.
However, something inside of her was falling apart
In desperate need for a new heart.
He spent everyday with her.
He was always missing something but never knew it was her.
He has given up many parts but never this
He sealed his donation with a kiss.
If not soon, she will die.
He walks away with a tear in his eye.
He goes home and thinks,
Within a bath of ice, he sinks.
The radio plays as he drifts asleep,
Then quickly falling because of his feet,
And as darkness encased his brain,
He prayed to God this was not in vain.
Love lays stiff as her heart made a soft BEEP.
There she lays thinking of him.
Her vision is now fading dim.
She lies on the operation table with cold feet
And falls asleep as their hearts are linked.
She awoke with great delight,
Not knowing who saved her life,
She asked, but still no answer.
She looked at the roster titled heart cancer,
And saw his name.
Then cried with great shame.
She thought this was her fault for his deed.
He wasn’t selfish or filled with greed,
For Love has changed him this indeed.
She cried tears of joy enough to fill a cart,
Because now Love knows they shall never be apart.
For now they share the same heart.
Was this fate or chance for their romance?
By Ethan H. (2012)
And anger flows within me.
Lava running threw my veins
No name, and filled with great pain, they call him
He.
Yet anger flows within
He still helps out a friend.
From kidneys to blood, he has given them all to who was need
Until he met a girl with a certain plea
Her name is Love.
She gleamed like an angel from above.
However, something inside of her was falling apart
In desperate need for a new heart.
He spent everyday with her.
He was always missing something but never knew it was her.
He has given up many parts but never this
He sealed his donation with a kiss.
If not soon, she will die.
He walks away with a tear in his eye.
He goes home and thinks,
Within a bath of ice, he sinks.
The radio plays as he drifts asleep,
Then quickly falling because of his feet,
And as darkness encased his brain,
He prayed to God this was not in vain.
Love lays stiff as her heart made a soft BEEP.
There she lays thinking of him.
Her vision is now fading dim.
She lies on the operation table with cold feet
And falls asleep as their hearts are linked.
She awoke with great delight,
Not knowing who saved her life,
She asked, but still no answer.
She looked at the roster titled heart cancer,
And saw his name.
Then cried with great shame.
She thought this was her fault for his deed.
He wasn’t selfish or filled with greed,
For Love has changed him this indeed.
She cried tears of joy enough to fill a cart,
Because now Love knows they shall never be apart.
For now they share the same heart.
Was this fate or chance for their romance?
By Ethan H. (2012)
Judgment Day
There is a great darkness inside of us all,
and one day it may lead to our fall.
People have begun to grow so unwise,
and it will certainly lead to their demise.
Is it fate or chance that has caused us to go astray?
For everyone is different in their own unique way.
I met her outside of my apartment,
with nothing but a small bump and glance,
and who would have known that she would be so much?
to me, to the world, and we met by just a single touch.
I began to know her very well,
and she told me her story as her eyes began to swell.
She left me with great words of advice,
in a note she wrote before she took her own life.
It began with a single question,
something that seems unknown in this dimension.
"Who are we to judge,
one another? When we never know what another might have to trudge,
through just to make it through the day.
You never know what it's like to fight to keep the tears at bay.
And you'll never know just what it's like,
to live someone else’s life,
so let’s all end this strife,
right here,
right now,
tonight.
Chance never had
a chance and,
this wasn't divine right,
Fate just fought it's fight.
Maybe now we have all seen the light,
and in turn saved ourselves from an awful plight.
I hope that now i've shown you the truth,
and that you can show everyone to understand,
the limits of,
man.
Love Destiny."
This wonderful girl so wild and free,
is no longer with us but still inspires me.
Destiny showed me the way,
if it wasn't for her,
would we be here today?
some would say we met by chance,
but it was definitely Fate’s dance.
So tonight,
let us not fight,
so that you too can see,
how the world should truly be.
Believe it or not Destiny has shaped our lives
and now each one of us strives,
to see the world through others eyes.
For no one person should judge another,
but love all as a brother.
There is a great light inside of us all;
and because of this we will never fall.
We have begun to grow so wise,
and we will certainly not meet a foolish demise.
Because of Fate and Destiny we will no longer stray
and each one of us is different in a unique way. . .
By Dillon H. (2012)
and one day it may lead to our fall.
People have begun to grow so unwise,
and it will certainly lead to their demise.
Is it fate or chance that has caused us to go astray?
For everyone is different in their own unique way.
I met her outside of my apartment,
with nothing but a small bump and glance,
and who would have known that she would be so much?
to me, to the world, and we met by just a single touch.
I began to know her very well,
and she told me her story as her eyes began to swell.
She left me with great words of advice,
in a note she wrote before she took her own life.
It began with a single question,
something that seems unknown in this dimension.
"Who are we to judge,
one another? When we never know what another might have to trudge,
through just to make it through the day.
You never know what it's like to fight to keep the tears at bay.
And you'll never know just what it's like,
to live someone else’s life,
so let’s all end this strife,
right here,
right now,
tonight.
Chance never had
a chance and,
this wasn't divine right,
Fate just fought it's fight.
Maybe now we have all seen the light,
and in turn saved ourselves from an awful plight.
I hope that now i've shown you the truth,
and that you can show everyone to understand,
the limits of,
man.
Love Destiny."
This wonderful girl so wild and free,
is no longer with us but still inspires me.
Destiny showed me the way,
if it wasn't for her,
would we be here today?
some would say we met by chance,
but it was definitely Fate’s dance.
So tonight,
let us not fight,
so that you too can see,
how the world should truly be.
Believe it or not Destiny has shaped our lives
and now each one of us strives,
to see the world through others eyes.
For no one person should judge another,
but love all as a brother.
There is a great light inside of us all;
and because of this we will never fall.
We have begun to grow so wise,
and we will certainly not meet a foolish demise.
Because of Fate and Destiny we will no longer stray
and each one of us is different in a unique way. . .
By Dillon H. (2012)
Temptation
Sin is a thing, of which I can speak,
We all know it well no matter how meek.
Temptation is a thing of a nasty snake,
It will spear through your heart like a dark wooden stake.
It can wreck your life in one single moment.
It’ll tear down your mind with self scorn torment.
Today there is a girl you can find all alone.
She had fallen for temptation all on her own.
There is deep pain in her haunting bright eyes,
She is too broken down to wear her disguise.
A tear full of sorrow slips down her cheek,
Silent melodies of heartbreak from her mouth she will shriek.
The girl had everything good, a perfect love,
She followed all the rules of her god above.
Yes, its temptation that was her downfall,
Temptation, temptation, has ruined it all.
He was the best she ever had,
Never, not once treated her bad.
Their spark seemed to blossom into something quite true,
But then she did something horrible right out of the blue.
An unfaith full deed that crushed their hearts alike,
The consequences came with a great stinging strike.
His heart torn to shreds he left her disappointed,
Because of what she did their love would never be anointed.
In one single moment she broke both their hearts,
So on herself she left terrible scars and marks.
He forgave her eventually, put the problem on the shelf,
But the girl was too broken, never to forgive herself.
And so the girl still cries from the pain in a room of all black,
Hoping and praying that one day he’ll take her back.
So she will just sit and she will just wait,
Leaving it all up to her fate.
Alexandra H. (2012)
We all know it well no matter how meek.
Temptation is a thing of a nasty snake,
It will spear through your heart like a dark wooden stake.
It can wreck your life in one single moment.
It’ll tear down your mind with self scorn torment.
Today there is a girl you can find all alone.
She had fallen for temptation all on her own.
There is deep pain in her haunting bright eyes,
She is too broken down to wear her disguise.
A tear full of sorrow slips down her cheek,
Silent melodies of heartbreak from her mouth she will shriek.
The girl had everything good, a perfect love,
She followed all the rules of her god above.
Yes, its temptation that was her downfall,
Temptation, temptation, has ruined it all.
He was the best she ever had,
Never, not once treated her bad.
Their spark seemed to blossom into something quite true,
But then she did something horrible right out of the blue.
An unfaith full deed that crushed their hearts alike,
The consequences came with a great stinging strike.
His heart torn to shreds he left her disappointed,
Because of what she did their love would never be anointed.
In one single moment she broke both their hearts,
So on herself she left terrible scars and marks.
He forgave her eventually, put the problem on the shelf,
But the girl was too broken, never to forgive herself.
And so the girl still cries from the pain in a room of all black,
Hoping and praying that one day he’ll take her back.
So she will just sit and she will just wait,
Leaving it all up to her fate.
Alexandra H. (2012)
The Lost Soldier
I remember it perfectly.
It was as hot as the sun.
It was my third tour in Iraq.
My squad was just assigned our next mission,
Our last mission
We got packed and headed out.
We drove to the outskirts of an abandoned town.
It was smoldering and smoking, ravaged by war.
The buildings were dead bodies, lying torn apart.
We walked the rest of the way on foot.
That’s when we found him.
He was just a boy.
He had an AK around his shoulder.
We knew he had to be Taliban.
He jumped out of his shoes when he saw us.
My friend raised his gun ready to pull the trigger.
I stopped him just in time.
The boy was obviously scared and lost.
I could not let him die.
We took his gun and showed him the way the way home.
We kept walking until we came to another town.
It looked like any other town here.
But it was quiet, too quiet.
Then everything changed.
Bang, Bang! The Taliban started firing.
We hid in a nearby house.
There was nowhere to go.
Bang, Bang! They kept firing.
Then a RPG came crashing through the window.
My life flashed before my eyes.
The building was torn apart,
Along with my squad.
My entire squad was killed.
I was lying in my blood.
A boy came to check on the damage.
It was the boy whose life I spared.
He saw me he knew I was alive.
But he turned and walked out.
He did not tell the others,
He did not finish me off,
He just left.
I was rescued hours later.
Was it fate that it was that boy that found me?
Or was it just chance that it was him?
I like to think it was fate,
And that if I did not spare his life.
He would not have been there to save mine.
By Jacob H. (2012)
It was as hot as the sun.
It was my third tour in Iraq.
My squad was just assigned our next mission,
Our last mission
We got packed and headed out.
We drove to the outskirts of an abandoned town.
It was smoldering and smoking, ravaged by war.
The buildings were dead bodies, lying torn apart.
We walked the rest of the way on foot.
That’s when we found him.
He was just a boy.
He had an AK around his shoulder.
We knew he had to be Taliban.
He jumped out of his shoes when he saw us.
My friend raised his gun ready to pull the trigger.
I stopped him just in time.
The boy was obviously scared and lost.
I could not let him die.
We took his gun and showed him the way the way home.
We kept walking until we came to another town.
It looked like any other town here.
But it was quiet, too quiet.
Then everything changed.
Bang, Bang! The Taliban started firing.
We hid in a nearby house.
There was nowhere to go.
Bang, Bang! They kept firing.
Then a RPG came crashing through the window.
My life flashed before my eyes.
The building was torn apart,
Along with my squad.
My entire squad was killed.
I was lying in my blood.
A boy came to check on the damage.
It was the boy whose life I spared.
He saw me he knew I was alive.
But he turned and walked out.
He did not tell the others,
He did not finish me off,
He just left.
I was rescued hours later.
Was it fate that it was that boy that found me?
Or was it just chance that it was him?
I like to think it was fate,
And that if I did not spare his life.
He would not have been there to save mine.
By Jacob H. (2012)
Sacrifice
I am the mighty ruler of all.
But I'm not happy.
Not happy at all.
I'm on the top of the world looking down on thee.
And yet my sons still look up to me.
Why aren’t you happy many would say?
Because I'm just sitting here day by day.
Losing my mind.
I work hard to try to please everyone.
And I still feel as if I'm tied down.
Or caged like a wild animal.
With no tongue, no say.
There was just no way.
Out of it all.
Until I got a certain call.
It was like a beacon flashing across a bog.
I could not understand it all at first.
Until I had the courage to move the fog.
My past appered
And showed ME
A killer
It was not me that killed the man
It was the achohol that crashed the van
And now I am a killer,a murderer
I was summoned to end my life.
On this very day.
But I just could not leave my true love alone.
Just to bare my pain day after day.
I sat in the closet thinking, wondering.
Would anyone miss me?
Grasping the cold, hard, unforgiving barrel of my shotgun .
Tight in my hand.
This was the quickest and easiest way of my pain.
I have taken to many chances at life
After the accident and now its clear that its fate that I do what is best
But the easiest way is not always the best way.
Especially when your decision can end your life.
Because of my past.
It all became clear to what I should do.
Late one night I could not go to sleep .
All I could do was weep
So I broke to barrel of my gun.
And loaded the shell.
I counted cautiously to 10.
And then...
BANG!
By Jordan H. (2012)
But I'm not happy.
Not happy at all.
I'm on the top of the world looking down on thee.
And yet my sons still look up to me.
Why aren’t you happy many would say?
Because I'm just sitting here day by day.
Losing my mind.
I work hard to try to please everyone.
And I still feel as if I'm tied down.
Or caged like a wild animal.
With no tongue, no say.
There was just no way.
Out of it all.
Until I got a certain call.
It was like a beacon flashing across a bog.
I could not understand it all at first.
Until I had the courage to move the fog.
My past appered
And showed ME
A killer
It was not me that killed the man
It was the achohol that crashed the van
And now I am a killer,a murderer
I was summoned to end my life.
On this very day.
But I just could not leave my true love alone.
Just to bare my pain day after day.
I sat in the closet thinking, wondering.
Would anyone miss me?
Grasping the cold, hard, unforgiving barrel of my shotgun .
Tight in my hand.
This was the quickest and easiest way of my pain.
I have taken to many chances at life
After the accident and now its clear that its fate that I do what is best
But the easiest way is not always the best way.
Especially when your decision can end your life.
Because of my past.
It all became clear to what I should do.
Late one night I could not go to sleep .
All I could do was weep
So I broke to barrel of my gun.
And loaded the shell.
I counted cautiously to 10.
And then...
BANG!
By Jordan H. (2012)
Love and Hate
A new state, town, and school
I already know this is not going to be cool
I am starting to get picked on
I just wish these kids would leave me alone
I am scared, frightened, and nervous
What do I do? What do I do
Tears start to flow heavily
My mother tells me they pick on me out of jealousy
I am new here and they already hate me
They say I am as dumb as a tree
I try to run and hide to get away
I just pray for a better day
There is this boy named Hate
He is fuel to the fire
My mother taught me to never hate
But I hate, Hate
His jokes are not funny
He is cruel and obnoxious
The teacher assigned him to me
“Oh how fun this should be”
He argues with the teacher that he does not want to
This is a project that I do not want to pursue
What do I do? What do I do
He came over to my house
We talked all through the night
He told me I was the opposite of everything he had said
He told me he always liked me
Around him
I could be me
I could be normal
I could be free
He was a different person from the beginning
It has been a year
And Hate and I have been close
He’s my future, He is all I want
It was our teacher who gave us the chance to work together
And now we are together forever
My name is Love and I fell in love with Hate
Lashonda G. (2012)
I already know this is not going to be cool
I am starting to get picked on
I just wish these kids would leave me alone
I am scared, frightened, and nervous
What do I do? What do I do
Tears start to flow heavily
My mother tells me they pick on me out of jealousy
I am new here and they already hate me
They say I am as dumb as a tree
I try to run and hide to get away
I just pray for a better day
There is this boy named Hate
He is fuel to the fire
My mother taught me to never hate
But I hate, Hate
His jokes are not funny
He is cruel and obnoxious
The teacher assigned him to me
“Oh how fun this should be”
He argues with the teacher that he does not want to
This is a project that I do not want to pursue
What do I do? What do I do
He came over to my house
We talked all through the night
He told me I was the opposite of everything he had said
He told me he always liked me
Around him
I could be me
I could be normal
I could be free
He was a different person from the beginning
It has been a year
And Hate and I have been close
He’s my future, He is all I want
It was our teacher who gave us the chance to work together
And now we are together forever
My name is Love and I fell in love with Hate
Lashonda G. (2012)
Pohjola
In a year you would not know
A plague had burned the world
It scourged every ocean cold
And condemned many a soul.
And as that monster searched the coasts
And knocked countries to their knees
A darkened shroud awaited the birth
For any wee knock-knees
And as one such lad had finally grown
So to had that bloody bane
And his mother bid him to the forest
And placed within his arms
something wrapped in shredded rags
As it festered through their lands
He hid himself below the ground
Then escaped to the barren shore
Where he felt his heart was torn
As it burned, where he was born.
His lonely solid silhouette stood atop a dune
And looked down upon the sands
And with his watered eyes he saw
Wrapped in the ripped rags
Her golden wedding band.
With his callous, weathered hands
He held it oh so lightly
And tucked it safe in his leather pouch
And threw his eyes to the south
He saw the smoke from his home
Rise above the hill
And the lonely man walked down the beach
Crying for his homeland
His tears falling to the sand.
He headed north, to the distant cold
The land his ancients ruled
He knifed away an unkempt beard
And his roamers’ heart had cooled.
And soon he found a town
Where long ships on land laid bare
And crafters worked, hammer in hand
To prepare for naval fare
And every night as he lay in bed
In his room above the inn
he held up his truly treasured thing:
Her golden wedding band.
After all those years aground
he felt his heart ignite
the sea bellowed out his name
and his yearning soul did ache
to enter upon those tempestuous waters
to sail the sea-gods realm
so he boarded up within a ship
with burly lads with oars
and went to many lands afar
from every shore to shore
but as fate had it
as chance was not so cruel
a blister down upon the sea
the bloody men of war
swinging axes, swords and rope
they came up in the dark
and sunk the ship the man had sailed
to solemn, craggy depths
and as he floated down the sea
a shining edge did glint
as his hand was pulled upward
a blade of old, with evil intent
plunged through his chest
and as he sank
into the blue
he heard a maidens voice
and awoke upon the shore,
feeling none the worse
and he saw a ghost
his mother and her smiling face
and on her hand he did see
her golden wedding band.
Anna G. (2012)
A plague had burned the world
It scourged every ocean cold
And condemned many a soul.
And as that monster searched the coasts
And knocked countries to their knees
A darkened shroud awaited the birth
For any wee knock-knees
And as one such lad had finally grown
So to had that bloody bane
And his mother bid him to the forest
And placed within his arms
something wrapped in shredded rags
As it festered through their lands
He hid himself below the ground
Then escaped to the barren shore
Where he felt his heart was torn
As it burned, where he was born.
His lonely solid silhouette stood atop a dune
And looked down upon the sands
And with his watered eyes he saw
Wrapped in the ripped rags
Her golden wedding band.
With his callous, weathered hands
He held it oh so lightly
And tucked it safe in his leather pouch
And threw his eyes to the south
He saw the smoke from his home
Rise above the hill
And the lonely man walked down the beach
Crying for his homeland
His tears falling to the sand.
He headed north, to the distant cold
The land his ancients ruled
He knifed away an unkempt beard
And his roamers’ heart had cooled.
And soon he found a town
Where long ships on land laid bare
And crafters worked, hammer in hand
To prepare for naval fare
And every night as he lay in bed
In his room above the inn
he held up his truly treasured thing:
Her golden wedding band.
After all those years aground
he felt his heart ignite
the sea bellowed out his name
and his yearning soul did ache
to enter upon those tempestuous waters
to sail the sea-gods realm
so he boarded up within a ship
with burly lads with oars
and went to many lands afar
from every shore to shore
but as fate had it
as chance was not so cruel
a blister down upon the sea
the bloody men of war
swinging axes, swords and rope
they came up in the dark
and sunk the ship the man had sailed
to solemn, craggy depths
and as he floated down the sea
a shining edge did glint
as his hand was pulled upward
a blade of old, with evil intent
plunged through his chest
and as he sank
into the blue
he heard a maidens voice
and awoke upon the shore,
feeling none the worse
and he saw a ghost
his mother and her smiling face
and on her hand he did see
her golden wedding band.
Anna G. (2012)
Running, all he can think about is the fear,
BANG! The sound of thunder fills his left ear.
A hard impact, a fatal blow,
He falls down to the surface below.
Overwhelming pain, feels like a sharp bite,
No help, he is alone in the dark night.
Blood runs down his body like a river,
As all of it pours through his liver.
Laying there, tears running, he must fight
He must get up, to strive until the end of light.
“No pain, no mercy”, that is what Sergeant taught,
What he could accomplish, yes, that was a lot.
“Be smart, pick and choose wise”,
“Stay on guard, sleep with open eyes”.
If he gives up, if he quits it,
Later on, he knows he will just resent it.
Every man for himself he is his own reinforcement.
To win the war, was his own endorsement.
The pain, the wound, only gets worse
The tears, the fears, they must be a curse.
How did he get into this, and why?
They say you will be a hero, is that a lie?
Thousands of soldiers some die everyday,
For what? To the world, it does not matter anyway.
Is this the life he chose? To live for nothing,
Or will he be strong and die for something?
Is this fate, or chance? No its fate that brought him here.
What he has done for love will not disappear
Because he represents bravery, honor, courage, respect
Maybe one day, the life of others he will affect.
The last heart beat, and the last breath
He embraces a peaceful death.
By Kayla F. (2012)
It’s Not in the Cards for Me
Sitting against a stone cold wall,
Thinking about people who have it all.
The looks, the brains… and don’t forget the money.
Me have it someday? Ha, that’s funny.
It’s not in the cards for me.
Everyone plans on finding their true love;
Forever alone is pretty unheard of.
But my soul seems to possess the incompatibility
to come together in mutual tranquility.
It’s not in the cards for me.
At least I have a relationship with my parents that is going strong.
Right? No, sorry, that’s WRONG.
Not like that’s surprising, because even if I plea,
Nobody will ever want someone who is just like me.
It’s not in the cards for me.
…
Do you know how the thought of me getting adopted sounded?
Let’s just say, I was utterly astounded.
Actually have branches in my family tree?
That can’t be possible; I might actually become happy.
It’s not in the cards for me.
New house, new city, new school, new state.
Now I definitely have zero chances of ever getting a date.
I can’t help but notice this boy staring at- was that a wink?
No… couldn’t have been. Must have been a blink.
It’s not in the cards for me.
Of course here they were again, just as I had guessed.
For me, exam time was like torture in the form of a contest.
While peering over shoulders, my teacher slams down an A.
That grade for me, there’s no way.
It’s not in the cards for me.
…
Years later, here’s where I stand:
Great house, beautiful family, and all bad thoughts have been banned.
Crazy to realize all of this has been God’s master plan.
Trust me when I say, have faith in The Big Man.
It’s… been in the cards all along.
By Brazil Fulp (2012)
Thinking about people who have it all.
The looks, the brains… and don’t forget the money.
Me have it someday? Ha, that’s funny.
It’s not in the cards for me.
Everyone plans on finding their true love;
Forever alone is pretty unheard of.
But my soul seems to possess the incompatibility
to come together in mutual tranquility.
It’s not in the cards for me.
At least I have a relationship with my parents that is going strong.
Right? No, sorry, that’s WRONG.
Not like that’s surprising, because even if I plea,
Nobody will ever want someone who is just like me.
It’s not in the cards for me.
…
Do you know how the thought of me getting adopted sounded?
Let’s just say, I was utterly astounded.
Actually have branches in my family tree?
That can’t be possible; I might actually become happy.
It’s not in the cards for me.
New house, new city, new school, new state.
Now I definitely have zero chances of ever getting a date.
I can’t help but notice this boy staring at- was that a wink?
No… couldn’t have been. Must have been a blink.
It’s not in the cards for me.
Of course here they were again, just as I had guessed.
For me, exam time was like torture in the form of a contest.
While peering over shoulders, my teacher slams down an A.
That grade for me, there’s no way.
It’s not in the cards for me.
…
Years later, here’s where I stand:
Great house, beautiful family, and all bad thoughts have been banned.
Crazy to realize all of this has been God’s master plan.
Trust me when I say, have faith in The Big Man.
It’s… been in the cards all along.
By Brazil Fulp (2012)
Love and Life Pains
Boom! Boom! Boom!
My heart began to race
My body, heart, and mind all frozen in place
She came and left her mark without a trace
I knew her love I must get without a hace
This feeling I could never dream to face
But
Her heart belongs to another
Deep in my mind this began to plunder
Day and night all I do is wonder
A love so strong that could overcome the mightiest thunder
To me this was a new and amazing wonder
For me, opening my eyes to a new world
Her eyes could move a mountain
Her smile makes the stormiest days bright
Her beauty is skin deep going beyond face and body features
She is as brave as a lion
Gentle like a blue jay
She had the spirit of a bird flying high above the clouds
Fierce like a Tasmanian devil
Her beauty goes beyond explanation
However
Her heart belongs to another
Thoughts of her always on my mind
As all my memories untwined
Knowing that her beauty is rare to find
This for any man would be one of a kind
Just the thought of her could make a life time
Of
Pains fade away like written words in the sand on a beach
But
Her heart belongs to another
Her pain brought tears to her face
So my heart filled with pain
She cried her nights away
I wish I could sooth her pain
Life dealt her a hand she could not take
So I went to him to beg for a trade
He said
“No, so this deal could not be made!”
So I made this to remind her of her beauty
And
To take her pain away
So dry your tears and remember what I say
As long as you have me tomorrow will be a more beautiful day
So
Was us meeting fate or chance?
On that day my heart began to dance
For me this was a one in a life time chance
But
Now seeing you in this way
I know this is fate
But the truth is I am here for you
And
I am here to stay
By Kenneth F. (2012)
My heart began to race
My body, heart, and mind all frozen in place
She came and left her mark without a trace
I knew her love I must get without a hace
This feeling I could never dream to face
But
Her heart belongs to another
Deep in my mind this began to plunder
Day and night all I do is wonder
A love so strong that could overcome the mightiest thunder
To me this was a new and amazing wonder
For me, opening my eyes to a new world
Her eyes could move a mountain
Her smile makes the stormiest days bright
Her beauty is skin deep going beyond face and body features
She is as brave as a lion
Gentle like a blue jay
She had the spirit of a bird flying high above the clouds
Fierce like a Tasmanian devil
Her beauty goes beyond explanation
However
Her heart belongs to another
Thoughts of her always on my mind
As all my memories untwined
Knowing that her beauty is rare to find
This for any man would be one of a kind
Just the thought of her could make a life time
Of
Pains fade away like written words in the sand on a beach
But
Her heart belongs to another
Her pain brought tears to her face
So my heart filled with pain
She cried her nights away
I wish I could sooth her pain
Life dealt her a hand she could not take
So I went to him to beg for a trade
He said
“No, so this deal could not be made!”
So I made this to remind her of her beauty
And
To take her pain away
So dry your tears and remember what I say
As long as you have me tomorrow will be a more beautiful day
So
Was us meeting fate or chance?
On that day my heart began to dance
For me this was a one in a life time chance
But
Now seeing you in this way
I know this is fate
But the truth is I am here for you
And
I am here to stay
By Kenneth F. (2012)
From Destruction to Eternal Life
The young girl I once was but never got to be,
at seven having to be a mother to my sister and me.
Cooking and cleaning was the future for me;
watching children play saddened me.
When anger took place my house was no home;
full of tears like a cup overflown.
Strike here, hit there; boom; ow mommy you’re hurting
me;
yells and screams constantly surround me.
Watching abuse right before my eyes,
I screamed stop for I heard my sisters cries.
After that, it was up to me,
to cook for the family, wash and clean.
It was like my mom gave up on us,
she went to work, came home, paid bills, drank beer and smoked.
I knew that if my sister and I weren’t there,
she would be living somewhere else without any care in the world about us.
The abuse continued and increased as time went by,
and soon I got tired of hurting and hearing my sister suffer and cry.
So I took her and ran far, far away,
until the cops came and took my mom away.
They placed us in homes that were dreadful
and sad
similar to the situation we had already had.
After everything I went through, nothing meant anything to me,
school was just fun and games and bad girl was my nickname.
ISS and OSS was my home in school,
and being a bad girl to almost everyone was cool.
I never fitted in with certain cliques,
I didn’t do drugs or create cool tricks.
One day I was put the test,
was I going to pass it or get cast out like the rest.
I was offered a cigarette and then came weed,
alcohol was the solution to feed my needs.
I thought these things took away my grief,
my pain, my hurt, I was a child in need.
Survival of the fittest was in my mind,
I was trying to find food for my sister and me.
And again my future, there was none for me,
only people could see the worse in me.
Until I met this guy and he was important to me,
he loved me, cared for me, and promises that eventually never to be kept
I thought to myself that this was too good to be true,
he warmed my heart and made me melt at the words I love you.
Our relationship was so sacred and so dear,
I knew he was forever mine when we cried our first tear.
I felt pain and he felt it too,
but they seem to go away at the words I love you.
I was sad and always walked with my head down,
He spoke the words “your my girl, hold your head up, you should be proud.”
I dressed up more, and tried to be even happier.
Heck I was happy!
Our conversations were strong and our love was stronger,
no one can break us, we’ll last longer.
At least that was what I thought until that day,
love came to a halt and froze my feet.
He left me broken and incomplete like the sand without a sea,
until I found the courage deep inside of me to stand without falling on my own two feet.
All the friends I had they were no friend to me,
they wanted to see me fall and drown in my own misery.
I took flight like a bird in the sky, not in a group, solo just me, myself, and I.
And then the unthinkable happened;
a change rose within, fate gave me a chance and destiny began//
its change
made me who I am and the woman I continue to be from Christine to Alona; the new me.
A new home, a new life, and a new family that loves me,
starting a new job, learning responsibility, and living life to the fullest; finally happy.
Love will still be a journey but I think it has just begun,
for true love has found me like light found the sun.
So it was fate or chance that created my destiny?
It was fate absolutely for it was what cried and desired change in me.
By Christine (2012)
at seven having to be a mother to my sister and me.
Cooking and cleaning was the future for me;
watching children play saddened me.
When anger took place my house was no home;
full of tears like a cup overflown.
Strike here, hit there; boom; ow mommy you’re hurting
me;
yells and screams constantly surround me.
Watching abuse right before my eyes,
I screamed stop for I heard my sisters cries.
After that, it was up to me,
to cook for the family, wash and clean.
It was like my mom gave up on us,
she went to work, came home, paid bills, drank beer and smoked.
I knew that if my sister and I weren’t there,
she would be living somewhere else without any care in the world about us.
The abuse continued and increased as time went by,
and soon I got tired of hurting and hearing my sister suffer and cry.
So I took her and ran far, far away,
until the cops came and took my mom away.
They placed us in homes that were dreadful
and sad
similar to the situation we had already had.
After everything I went through, nothing meant anything to me,
school was just fun and games and bad girl was my nickname.
ISS and OSS was my home in school,
and being a bad girl to almost everyone was cool.
I never fitted in with certain cliques,
I didn’t do drugs or create cool tricks.
One day I was put the test,
was I going to pass it or get cast out like the rest.
I was offered a cigarette and then came weed,
alcohol was the solution to feed my needs.
I thought these things took away my grief,
my pain, my hurt, I was a child in need.
Survival of the fittest was in my mind,
I was trying to find food for my sister and me.
And again my future, there was none for me,
only people could see the worse in me.
Until I met this guy and he was important to me,
he loved me, cared for me, and promises that eventually never to be kept
I thought to myself that this was too good to be true,
he warmed my heart and made me melt at the words I love you.
Our relationship was so sacred and so dear,
I knew he was forever mine when we cried our first tear.
I felt pain and he felt it too,
but they seem to go away at the words I love you.
I was sad and always walked with my head down,
He spoke the words “your my girl, hold your head up, you should be proud.”
I dressed up more, and tried to be even happier.
Heck I was happy!
Our conversations were strong and our love was stronger,
no one can break us, we’ll last longer.
At least that was what I thought until that day,
love came to a halt and froze my feet.
He left me broken and incomplete like the sand without a sea,
until I found the courage deep inside of me to stand without falling on my own two feet.
All the friends I had they were no friend to me,
they wanted to see me fall and drown in my own misery.
I took flight like a bird in the sky, not in a group, solo just me, myself, and I.
And then the unthinkable happened;
a change rose within, fate gave me a chance and destiny began//
its change
made me who I am and the woman I continue to be from Christine to Alona; the new me.
A new home, a new life, and a new family that loves me,
starting a new job, learning responsibility, and living life to the fullest; finally happy.
Love will still be a journey but I think it has just begun,
for true love has found me like light found the sun.
So it was fate or chance that created my destiny?
It was fate absolutely for it was what cried and desired change in me.
By Christine (2012)
Early College
A girl, young in life, not knowing where to go
Drifting here to there, drifting to and fro
No future yet planned for, nothing to foresee
Not sure of what to do, not sure of her degree
She floated from school to school, learning as she went
Gleaning small bits of information, but came home to vent
For, in school, what purpose could there be?
So on to the next, another school she should soon see
Starting at home, she learned from her dad
Until, one day, she realized what she had not had
Her parents were considering sending her to private school
After consideration, majority ruled
So off she ventured, a new and exciting world to explore
Acclimating to the environment, she began to deplore
Gaining knowledge and finding herself
Collecting new books to put on her shelf
With all the changes, she felt confused
But then she realized she had nothing to lose
After a few years, a total of three
She was done with private school, finally free
Starting with public school, she really changed
The way she saw things rearranged
She was as motivated as a car with no fuel
They taught her more than the subjects in school
Her mind was vulnerable; public school had a bad effect
Her judgment became clouded, not quite correct
After one year, she started to perceive
The type of legacy she wanted to leave
Her mentality changed when she got the invitation letter
When thinking of Early College, her future seemed better
A hard decision, not easy to make
But after contemplation, the opportunity she would take
In this story, if you did not happen to see
The girl in this poem happens to be me
If you thought it was chance, you must have been misled
For it was by fate that I was lead
By Jessie D. (2012)
Drifting here to there, drifting to and fro
No future yet planned for, nothing to foresee
Not sure of what to do, not sure of her degree
She floated from school to school, learning as she went
Gleaning small bits of information, but came home to vent
For, in school, what purpose could there be?
So on to the next, another school she should soon see
Starting at home, she learned from her dad
Until, one day, she realized what she had not had
Her parents were considering sending her to private school
After consideration, majority ruled
So off she ventured, a new and exciting world to explore
Acclimating to the environment, she began to deplore
Gaining knowledge and finding herself
Collecting new books to put on her shelf
With all the changes, she felt confused
But then she realized she had nothing to lose
After a few years, a total of three
She was done with private school, finally free
Starting with public school, she really changed
The way she saw things rearranged
She was as motivated as a car with no fuel
They taught her more than the subjects in school
Her mind was vulnerable; public school had a bad effect
Her judgment became clouded, not quite correct
After one year, she started to perceive
The type of legacy she wanted to leave
Her mentality changed when she got the invitation letter
When thinking of Early College, her future seemed better
A hard decision, not easy to make
But after contemplation, the opportunity she would take
In this story, if you did not happen to see
The girl in this poem happens to be me
If you thought it was chance, you must have been misled
For it was by fate that I was lead
By Jessie D. (2012)
No Accident
The days are dragging on
Can’t wait to leave all these black swans
Wanting to get away from these arrogant teens
They expect me to be like Barbie figurines
Bullying seems to be something I can never leave
I will never wear my fears on my sleeve
But it comes to a point where I cry myself to sleep
On those nights, I just count the sheep
It’s all my failures that they feed upon
Going home to ‘Daddy’ who is an ex-con
Tends to stir all the memories I had to sweep
I suppress them by the touch of a button; beep!
I was only eight, and it was New Year’s Eve
Seeing what I saw, I just couldn’t believe
He said he wanted to party, but I couldn’t make a peep
I was told to put on a big girl face and not weep
It must be fate because this is no accident
Drunken ‘Daddy’ comes home, time to be stepped on
He swipes the scissors and thinks he’s at a beauty salon
Dodging him, I try to make a leap
He catches me, and I am in knee deep
He only cuts my bangs then leaves
Momma came home and began to heave
I knew it was bad when I heard words that should be blocked with a bleep
Her tears begin to seep
Momma deserves a bronze
I will cheer her on with my batons
This battle is steep
But he continues to creep
Once upon a midsummer eve
Momma was home on sick leave
It’s the bruises and scars that ‘Daddy’ gave her that she will keep
She tells me to gather my things and jump in the jeep
It must be fate because this is no accident
Time for us to get gone
She already burst into tears before we even made it to the lawn
Since it was going to be just us, we had to be cheap
Everything we owned was in a heap
No time to grieve
Momma found a new love and conceives
Finally it’s easier to fall asleep
I have now lost my sheep; I am little Bopeep
As I grew, I learned who my new ‘Daddy’ was before dawn
At last, all of his evil has been shown inside his demons
Momma doesn’t believe me when I tell her who her new lover truly is behind the screen
There is no way she could have foreseen
Every time I try to tell her, she disbelieves
Hope seems to be something I will never receive
I now no longer want to be at the place where I am supposed to sleep
It must be fate because this is no accident
By Caitlyn D. (2012)
Can’t wait to leave all these black swans
Wanting to get away from these arrogant teens
They expect me to be like Barbie figurines
Bullying seems to be something I can never leave
I will never wear my fears on my sleeve
But it comes to a point where I cry myself to sleep
On those nights, I just count the sheep
It’s all my failures that they feed upon
Going home to ‘Daddy’ who is an ex-con
Tends to stir all the memories I had to sweep
I suppress them by the touch of a button; beep!
I was only eight, and it was New Year’s Eve
Seeing what I saw, I just couldn’t believe
He said he wanted to party, but I couldn’t make a peep
I was told to put on a big girl face and not weep
It must be fate because this is no accident
Drunken ‘Daddy’ comes home, time to be stepped on
He swipes the scissors and thinks he’s at a beauty salon
Dodging him, I try to make a leap
He catches me, and I am in knee deep
He only cuts my bangs then leaves
Momma came home and began to heave
I knew it was bad when I heard words that should be blocked with a bleep
Her tears begin to seep
Momma deserves a bronze
I will cheer her on with my batons
This battle is steep
But he continues to creep
Once upon a midsummer eve
Momma was home on sick leave
It’s the bruises and scars that ‘Daddy’ gave her that she will keep
She tells me to gather my things and jump in the jeep
It must be fate because this is no accident
Time for us to get gone
She already burst into tears before we even made it to the lawn
Since it was going to be just us, we had to be cheap
Everything we owned was in a heap
No time to grieve
Momma found a new love and conceives
Finally it’s easier to fall asleep
I have now lost my sheep; I am little Bopeep
As I grew, I learned who my new ‘Daddy’ was before dawn
At last, all of his evil has been shown inside his demons
Momma doesn’t believe me when I tell her who her new lover truly is behind the screen
There is no way she could have foreseen
Every time I try to tell her, she disbelieves
Hope seems to be something I will never receive
I now no longer want to be at the place where I am supposed to sleep
It must be fate because this is no accident
By Caitlyn D. (2012)
What Goes On In Her Mind
By the looks of her you see a smiling face,
But behind that lie is a scary place.
Her eyes, her dimples, and the way she laughs
Little do you know about her sad past.
It all started at the age of eight
She does not believe that this is fate.
Her mind it wanders to somewhere she hates to go
She is scared that her fear will jump out and show.
Thoughts and images crowd her mind and brain
The only thing that can stop this is some kind of pain.
She then thinks of the one she loves
And realizes that she is finally had enough.
Shaking, sweating, crying, and screaming
She does not know how to start that thing called breathing.
Lying there not knowing what to do or what to say
She thinks to herself "what happened to this day?"
She remembers all the fun and laughs she had with her friends
It is sad to think that all of that came to an end.
She knows that her mother goes through the same thing
She then hears her phone "ring ring ring"
Scared to answer and hear who is on the other line
She starts to count backwards starting with nine.
9.8.7….6.5.4…3…2...1
"This isn’t a good time I'll call you when I can"
But the voice on the other line sounds like a man...
"What you're going through runs in your blood
You are what I created with love not mud.
Giving you this disorder was part of my plan
Too see if you can make it like your mother can.
Do not let the thoughts and fears run through your mind
Remember that you're strong, wiser and kind.
I am not stating my name or what I do
But you should always remember that I love you."
The phone went dead and I looked at the fan
She thought about the voice that sounded like a man.
She believes that she can fight this fear
So get ready and get in gear.
She starts to get up and wipes her raccoon eyes
She gets stronger and stronger and stops her cries.
As she walks out of her room with a bright light hitting her face
She sees her family and her friends and feels safer in this place.
By Cali D. (2012)
But behind that lie is a scary place.
Her eyes, her dimples, and the way she laughs
Little do you know about her sad past.
It all started at the age of eight
She does not believe that this is fate.
Her mind it wanders to somewhere she hates to go
She is scared that her fear will jump out and show.
Thoughts and images crowd her mind and brain
The only thing that can stop this is some kind of pain.
She then thinks of the one she loves
And realizes that she is finally had enough.
Shaking, sweating, crying, and screaming
She does not know how to start that thing called breathing.
Lying there not knowing what to do or what to say
She thinks to herself "what happened to this day?"
She remembers all the fun and laughs she had with her friends
It is sad to think that all of that came to an end.
She knows that her mother goes through the same thing
She then hears her phone "ring ring ring"
Scared to answer and hear who is on the other line
She starts to count backwards starting with nine.
9.8.7….6.5.4…3…2...1
"This isn’t a good time I'll call you when I can"
But the voice on the other line sounds like a man...
"What you're going through runs in your blood
You are what I created with love not mud.
Giving you this disorder was part of my plan
Too see if you can make it like your mother can.
Do not let the thoughts and fears run through your mind
Remember that you're strong, wiser and kind.
I am not stating my name or what I do
But you should always remember that I love you."
The phone went dead and I looked at the fan
She thought about the voice that sounded like a man.
She believes that she can fight this fear
So get ready and get in gear.
She starts to get up and wipes her raccoon eyes
She gets stronger and stronger and stops her cries.
As she walks out of her room with a bright light hitting her face
She sees her family and her friends and feels safer in this place.
By Cali D. (2012)
Fireman’s Poem
A Fireman I hope to someday be whenever I finish school and get my degree.
From pain to flame when you need someone you can count on firefighters they always come.
They stand between life and death in heat so hot it will take your breath.
A firefighters purpose is to protect your home both night and day.
They know the dangers and always take a chance; they grab their gear and make a stance.
The blinding smoke and soaring heat cause deadly tolls to young and old.
Firefighters are very brave in everything they do; they are always available for me and you.
A firefighter is dressed and ready for the fight.
So as the alarm rings they dash to the fight.
With sirens blaring and lights flashing they turn the corner and see the action.
The smoke is billowing and with soaring heat the firemen prepares to take a beating.
With a child screaming from inside the firemen mask up and go inside.
The child is screaming from the room that the firemen have trouble getting in to.
With the fire surrounding and heat rising the firemen will take a chance and make a stance.
The child is quickly grabbed and removed out of harm’s way and the child is safe and ok.
The firemen extinguish the fire and the hose is cleaned up and stacked on the side.
The firemen return to their quarters to rest where they prepare to make another stance.
A fireman never knows what’s to come; he just prepares for the worst and prays for the best.
As the firemen go home so see their family they know that each day is a blessing.
They pray to God to keep them safe and let them fight another day.
The fireman that I hope to one day be now that I am, and will always be.
This answers the faith question because the firefighters risk their lives for others.
By Justin C.
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