Humankind stands before a great mountain He begins to climb Aspiring to an ascent of the towering peak To reach a higher purpose To rise above his own corruption And as he nears the top He finds himself conflicted He cannot assent within himself He can neither concede nor compromise Down he tumbles, felled Once again by the hubris and deceit of His own nature And with Sisyphus standing In his shadow He begins once more the eternal climb
Times have changed since the sixties Believe it, it's true we no longer have payphones eight tracks or the smurfs who are blue.
Now we have Apple inc. which has solved the world's mess because of Steve Jobs we no longer must stress.
Did I mention, by chance that you have failed to get me a mac of my own and i feel you have forgetten me.
Just hold your horses, I know forgetten ain't right but if I'd had my own laptop I could have gone to some site Where they teach you to rhyme with the utmost of class so you don't have to say forgetten and look like a... donkey.
Along with the fact that laptops make you smarter they also help you find foods good with tartar sauce.
You know I love cooking The mixing and shaking all of the while your dinner I'm making
In case, just in case you had not yet caught I get all of my recipes from one spot.
All recipes.com is that special place where I get the instructions for the cuisine which I make.
So now you see clearly throughout this great poem I need a computer and then I can show 'em the ways which I rhyme with dignity and grit and find recipes to cook so I don't look like... you know.
Big alligator eyes, A fire in the sky. Bring to front Another universe. A separate World, I can traverse. Through those alligator eyes. Oh, wide alligator eyes. The strong, determined glare, Know my bones to the bare. See my heart And leave it there, Pumping, Racing. On flare. Huge alligator eyes. Feel the alligator eyes. Like a snow of blue Or the penguin that flew. Red grassy lawn a nigh. It's an alligator sky. Unique, Quiet. And there, Always there. True alligator eyes. Forever, alligator eyes.
This is where everything started; where my dreams became reality.
The rhythmic splashing on the shore, was my beat. The moist, compact sand, was my stage. The ever present ocean, was my audience.
This is where everything started; where my dreams became reality.
When I was tired of pretending, this is where I came. When nothing worked out, this is where I came. When I needed to feel free, this is where I came.
This is where everything started; where my dreams became reality.
After years of practicing, after years of falling, failing, this is where they found me.
This is where everything started; where my dreams became reality.
I’m older now. I’m what they call famous. I came back, back to this place, back to my place, because everything is different now...
This is where everything started; where my dreams became reality.
Instead of the splashing shore, I hear symphonies. Instead of sand, I dance on world class stages. Instead of waves, I see and meet new people everyday.
This is where everything started; where my dreams became reality.
But I will never forget this place, my place. I will never forget... where everything started.
Art Poem: Life is made up of the little things. The little things show just how much you care. Caring helps you connect with others. Others mold the world into a joyful place. A joyful place makes life worth living.
A life worth living starts with the little things. The little things can consist of anything. Anything that portrays a feeling of love. Love links to roses. Roses illustrate the love in life.
Roses are the little things, and the little things make up life.
I don’t know when I fell asleep but I did. It must have been the music that had been flowing so effortlessly though my guitar, or maybe it was the sunshine that finally decided to show itself after the long winter, the meadow was so beautiful the wild flowers called softly for me to lay down among them just for a second. I don’t know when I fell asleep but it wasn't until he woke me up that I even realized I had.
She was the most perfect person I had ever seen. Almost glowing in the sunlight. I was just out for a walk when I saw her, at first I thought she was a ghost or more possibly, an angel, asleep in the meadow, guitar next to her the picture of beauty. It took me so long to get the courage to walk up to her I just wanted to see her closer see her beauty in more detail. I truly didn't mean to wake her.
I must have only been half asleep when heard his footsteps. I think he must have stood there a while trying to decide what to do, I almost smiled to myself I knew what he was thinking a crazy young hippie “embracing the ways of the earth” not someone to be messed with, he was probably here to ask me to get off his land or something, but I waited for him to to decide what to do mainly because I was comfortable, and the sun was warm and maybe, just a little, because he was cute.
He walked up slowly, carefully, then tripped over a branch and cursed quietly to himself. I opened my eyes, only because I wanted to him stumble, he looked at me startled to see my eyes open and a little embarrassed that I had seen him trip, he cleared his throat, maybe to give himself time to think of something to say “Hello” he said finally I just raised one eyebrow he looked down, shyly, and continued; “You’re very beautiful.”
Denver friday five A.M. it becons at dawn with reaching neon lights and shadows of streetlights frosty mornings bring tired adults into warm coffee shops morning car rides carry laughing children with rolled out of bed curls prepared for the long day and the soon to come weekend they wade through tired classes with friends by their side the sun starts to set as warm soup and hot choclate makes it’s way to family movies on the sofa and then comes the games cleats are tied up over old socks worn by the years the fields are lit by yellowed streeetlights as soccer players take the grass stains and the cold knowing how one day they will make it big in the city back at home two dreamy toddlers stare up at the stars and try to grasp their wonder siblings stay up late into the night talking about dreams and fears and life I look across town seeing smiles and hopeful glances I love Denver I love my home
Team- a group/unit working together, group of people forming one side of a sports competition Teem- to have many numbers in one place, to swarm, to pour out/empty
Our family, our team We work hard for each other Dedication teems Standing next to our brothers As shadows grow long We continue To run along Prepared to make a debut One team, one goal Victory is in sight We all play our roles For this we will fight We come prepared As a team Excitement flares Finally we teem the field
I hold a power in my hand Nature in my grasp, as if I am in control The moon is mine to hold The light, the calmness, the mystery, all in my possession
A floating disk pulled down to earth Connected to a string, like a balloon I wish to pluck it out of the sky To take it home, for it to be mine
This pool of light will never be mine It floats too high, it continues to fly To soar through the sky free of all domination It is time to let go.
Moons Perspective: A lonely soul standing on a hill He seems blue, misguided, unseen Hiding in the shadows unaware of my presence I am the watchful eye, seeing deeper than the common eye
He comes here often, perhaps to think Maybe to stand, to be alone, to be seen When will he realize that he is not alone That I am here, the watchful eye, a friend.
Sighing when they're smiling Crying when they're laughing Hiding when they're joking They think that I can't hear The words they always speak And so I hang my head I close my eyes Don't show them that I'm beat for now
Running when they're searching Giving up when they're starting Shaking when they're teasing They think that I'll break soon But I know so much better And so I turn around Face them again I'll show them that I'm too strong now
Because it's what's on the inside, on the inside And it doesn't matter how strange I look I'm better, sweeter on the inside It doesn't matter what they're saying It's just me And what's inside
Fire. It exploded, first on the wall, the in the courtyard. The fire grew, and soon the situation was dire. The wooden beams burned hot and fast, every single on was charred.
Fear. Fear ran rampant, like wild beast. The fire grew, racing toward us like a spear As it moved, the screams grew, never ceased.
Heat. It washed over me in waves, ripping the air from my chest. The cold winter air steams as the heat and cool meet. The hot air constantly battered us, giving me no rest.
Danger. The walls came down, pursuing with an intelligent desire. The once-beautiful castle was growing ever stranger. The beauty was gone, replaced with fire.
Something unspeakable runs through my veins Something happened that night Ill never forget Something was clear: complete the mission despite the cost Something went wrong Something went terribly wrong Somebody told me "look out on your left" Somebody shot Somebody missed Somebody hit Somebody was down Somebody was the reason that Somebody would never awaken Somebody was thankful Somebody had been saved Sometimes one has to take action Sometimes life isn't fair Sometimes what you do cannot be altered Something unspeakable runs through my veins
Footie PJ's When I go to sleep, I slowly doze off counting sheep While wearing footie PJs. Why do I do this, I haven't the crudest beginnings of an idea. They are fuzzy and pink and it really makes me think that I need some new pajamas. The bottoms are tiger print and I haven't the slightest hint who would make such a thing. It has a small hood. The print is that of wood and I should probably give it away. But the sleeves have feathers, to keep warm in cold weathers So it is mildly practical. The feathers are glow in the dark for a casual night walk in the park and it is very stylish. It has a large turtle shell on the back, and is a shiny shade of black so that I can protect myself. The belt is made from Crocodile skin, and has a buckle in the shape a bowling pin. I should probably throw it away.
Ingenius The world so small to universe so large Stars and other world lightyears away One man One man who could not find his own home Relativity to other objects and gravatational force Energy a force that is distant and misterious to us One equation E=MC squared Changing physics and science forever Understanding all is the hope Never being more than a few steps in Taking a breathe using lungs and other organs Gravity changing how we walk One man coining the term Einstein Is he right?
There was a time when I was the Beauty on the Beach There was a time when I believed that all of my dreams would come true There was a time when I danced free and pure like the waves on the sand There was a time when I felt untouchable
On the beach my movements flowed like the ocean My leaps bore beauty like the dolphins My turns as flawless as the seashells that hid beneath my feet On the beach I became a dancer
There was a time when I thought I could make it in the real world There was a time when I had faith in my abilities There was a time when I danced because I knew I was the best There was a time when I felt confident
After the beach I moved to studios I had peers that judged my every move I had teachers that critiqued anything I did After the beach I became cold
There was a time when I forgot to dream There was a time when I trusted nothing and no one There was a time when I danced cautiously and uniformly There was a time when I felt broken
Now I miss my little beach My dreams were indestructible My love and passion drove me to achieve excellence Now I wish I was still the Beauty on the Beach
Secret Poem: I shall muzzle the puzzle of things I hate Oh wait, let me tell you or else I may faint Family problems Issues I care not to hear And when I do, I cover my ear Often the stories drag I rather put my head in a bag They make me want to scream Far worse than cold cream When the stories start, I begin to part So if you feel the need to vent Regarding family discontent I am not the person to tell So say farewell My secret is mine So divine I prefer it not be not to be shared It better not be declared
i walk around the room trying to escape the eye but i know deep down that it will follow me til i break down and cry so why do i stay, stay in the room because i’m in a trance, waiting to be consumed
i stare at the eye’s jet, black center i notice it has not moved since i entered not even a simple glance to the left, or the right yet it watches me wherever i am, with its hawk like sight
i can’t find a way out my chances of survival, i’m starting to doubt my mind compresses like a soft ball i feel like i’m about to fall
i must have done something bad i must have made somebody sad whatever type of torture im going through is not going to matter in a few
i feel the pain to the tenth degree as i can sense the life escaping me i know that in few minutes i will die, at the hand of the dreadful eye
i try one last time to escape the room but it fails and so somebody must fetch me my tomb for i am to die under the watch of this sick, sick eye
but then it blinks right before my heart was to sink i am released from my trance and i am alive, just by chance
Flashes of brown emerge from the green as we move through the forest yelling and calling as we run. The air is light and the ground slightly damp the croaking of frogs and the feathery breeze make the leaves dance and shake as we run swiftly just us two, behind the farm.
As I stand on the ridge above the green sea I watch the two kids playing together they are jumping off rocks and scaring the birds off just like they always do it's times like this, in the warm summer day, when they look the closest.
As the camera is raised to capture the sibling love the two children sense a presence they look up to the aunt intruding on their time and they run so they don't have to stop playing.
I told them of the time my heart danced with the piano songs They scoffed, didn’t believe me Preposterous, they accused Ridiculous Unimaginable Impossible But I persisted, because it was true
I asked them Haven’t you ever played a song for your heart? From your heart, yet to your heart Haven’t you ever watched it dance Amongst your spiralling emotions, twisting feelings
Yes, haven’t you ever plunked down on your piano bench Like any normal day But then
Haven’t you ever felt young and old all at the same time As you looked forward, hopeful and naiive And as you looked back, experienced and wise? (And I told them how I preferred to look back Mighty, wrinkly hands pounding down on well used keys Melting collections of old memories with new music)
Haven’t you ever Stretched your arm inside you Punctured through the barriers that keep your emotions so held in Trapped, caged, hidden Then haven’t you ever taken grip upon your inner feelings Wrestled them out into the open atmosphere Forcing them to be exposed, vulnerable
Haven’t you ever watched, felt these confused entities Struggling in the unforgiving air Then haven’t you ever introduced them to a song of yours Depicted by your nimble fingers Graceful, rapid as they hopped along piano keys Just a blurred field of grey
Haven’t you ever watched your emotions in the wind Find their way, blend together to the rhythm of your piano song Haven’t you felt them Your wispy feelings floating like a splash of water in space Representing moments across a spectrum of experiences Twirling and flitting about to a gentle melody As demonstrated by the smooth, delicate piano keys Lowering, up and down, like the waves of an ocean
Haven’t you ever seen and felt and heard Your pulsing, beating heart Out their, lost in the wide sky Throbbing in cohesion, in harmony, with a piano song?
I repeated Haven’t you ever played a song for your heart? From your heart, yet to your heart Haven’t you ever watched it dance Amongst your spiralling emotions, twisting feelings Hasn’t your heart ever danced with the piano songs?
Monday to Friday, five days a week, This person you see here, it is the real me. But on weekends away from my friends and the whole social scene, You might not even recognize that quiet figure as remotely being me. The stillness of my room makes me feel at peace even more than in the company of friends; Who knows me better than myself? Through the quiet I can think clearly, What is important to me, who do I truly care about? Sunday heaves a sigh as the sun sets over the cold silhouettes of the mountains. My rest has ended. Monday has come to draw me out of my shell once again. Refreshing like jumping into a cold pool on a hot day, To see my friends again, and share the laughter and lightheartedness. Secretly looking forward for the weekend, To breathe in, and breathe out and start all over again.
She swiftly rushes by the oaken trees Past the soft, silken leaflets And the small creatures with padded feet Through the whispering wind Which calls to her name Attempting to lure her Back into the shadows And the mystery Of the dark riddled forest. Gracefully she moves Elegantly she dashes Past the trickling creeks That glisten with luminous light And through the gentle brush Of the green that surrounds her Nimbly She avoids the gnarled roots Scattered on the ground Fluidly She leaps over the fallen trees of old That have perished into the cold darkness A clearing appears Pouring with colorful light Up ahead She rushes Dashes Moves To get to the place Where it is always springtime And colors never fade And there is always a facade of hope And courage There in the clearing Lay the vibrant meadow Of finest flowers
Ingenius The world so small to universe so large Stars and other world lightyears away One man One man who could not find his own home Relativity to other objects and gravatational force Energy a force that is distant and misterious to us One equation E=MC squared Changing physics and science forever Understanding all is the hope Never being more than a few steps in Taking a breathe using lungs and other organs Gravity changing how we walk One man coining the term Einstein Is he right?
I decide Where this body goes What is sees What is shows
I decide What it wears Despite what they say I will not care
I decide Because I am a mind And I control this body This is not yours It is mine
I decide Whether to let a doctor invade because I am just too young or because of something that was a product of rape I decide Not the big man Not you Not someone else’s faith
I decide Whose eyes lay upon the flaws and whose hands rest upon those wretched scars and everything underneath It it my right Not yours Mine
I decide Who it rests with at night And who kisses its cheek And who holds it tight
I decide Because I am a mind And I control this body This is not yours This is mine
I decide Because I am a human being That does not come with a property deed Are you even trying to see What I am seeing?
Ethan Snow
ReplyDeleteSummit
Humankind stands before a great mountain
He begins to climb
Aspiring to an ascent of the towering peak
To reach a higher purpose
To rise above his own corruption
And as he nears the top
He finds himself conflicted
He cannot assent within himself
He can neither concede nor compromise
Down he tumbles, felled
Once again by the hubris and deceit of
His own nature
And with Sisyphus standing
In his shadow
He begins once more the eternal climb
ReplyDeleteWater flowing
Colors glowing
Lily pads floating
No one is gloating
Animals flying
No one is crying
Nature at peace,
Stress release
The pond so serene
Everything is so nice and green
Watching the water
Is someone’s daughter
A girl who needs to get away
Because it is a beautiful day
Sunny and bright
Birds are in flight
The colors look painted
None of them are tainted
My mind is going to immerse
The art is so diverse
The picture is so splendid
some of the colors are blended
I’m so fond
Of the art of this pond
Bennet Daniels
ReplyDeleteHour: 3
2/22/13
Bass Surfing
The feeling of complete control
Is something many people live for
As you hear the creaks in the wood
And the wind blowing through it
Then you realize, you're surfing on a bass
People begin to stare
The music playing
By the one who plays and surfs
His talent is limitless
As he plays the morning blues
The leaves begin to fall around
And the wind begins to stir
He continues with his melodies riffs
As minutes become hours
He continues the effort to impress all around
In the background stands towering buildings
He continues with his show
Until the wind begins to blow
When no one is left
He returns to where lives to play another day
Times have changed since the sixties
ReplyDeleteBelieve it, it's true
we no longer have payphones
eight tracks
or the smurfs who are blue.
Now we have Apple inc.
which has solved the world's mess
because of Steve Jobs
we no longer must stress.
Did I mention, by chance
that you have failed to get me
a mac of my own
and i feel you have forgetten me.
Just hold your horses,
I know forgetten ain't right
but if I'd had my own laptop
I could have gone to some site
Where they teach you to rhyme
with the utmost of class
so you don't have to say forgetten
and look like a... donkey.
Along with the fact
that laptops make you smarter
they also help you
find foods good with tartar
sauce.
You know I love cooking
The mixing and shaking
all of the while
your dinner I'm making
In case, just in case
you had not yet caught
I get all of my recipes
from one spot.
All recipes.com
is that special place
where I get the instructions
for the cuisine which I make.
So now you see clearly
throughout this great poem
I need a computer
and then I can show 'em
the ways which I rhyme
with dignity and grit
and find recipes to cook
so I don't look like... you know.
You say that I am just a friend
ReplyDeleteAnd that you hope our friendship will never end
But every day we have a fight
And every time I say it’s all right
The only thing that I ask
Is really quite a simple task
Just take the blame
Then do me a favor and forget my name
My anger for you grows ever greater
As I must be my own vindicator
So please just leave me be
So I can finally be free
By the time I say I’m Leaving
You finally understand why I was grieving
You said that I was just a friend
And now I know that it can end
Alligator Eyes
ReplyDeleteBig alligator eyes,
A fire in the sky.
Bring to front
Another universe.
A separate
World, I can traverse.
Through those alligator eyes.
Oh, wide alligator eyes.
The strong, determined glare,
Know my bones to the bare.
See my heart
And leave it there,
Pumping,
Racing. On flare.
Huge alligator eyes.
Feel the alligator eyes.
Like a snow of blue
Or the penguin that flew.
Red grassy lawn a nigh.
It's an alligator sky.
Unique,
Quiet.
And there,
Always there.
True alligator eyes.
Forever, alligator eyes.
Splatters of Life
ReplyDeleteLeaving traces, bursts of colour
All over the sky
Happy, excited
Splatters of life
Reds, oranges, yellows
A sunrise here, a desert there
Blues, purples, greens,
outer space and the mountain majesties
Even greys and whites
have their place
as the moon
and the sky.
Painting my way across
the universe;
every colour I leave behind
is a new world I’ve explored
And when I reach the middle
my elaborate twists and leaps
are too much
My brush can’t keep up
And when I stop
I suddenly see
A map.
Where I’ve been
Where I am
Where I will go
All rolled into one
Excited to see
my journey continue
I dash a bit of orange
And then a drop of red...
And then I’m dancing across
my universe again.
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ReplyDeleteWhere Everything Started...
ReplyDeleteThis is where everything started;
where my dreams became reality.
The rhythmic splashing on the shore,
was my beat.
The moist, compact sand,
was my stage.
The ever present ocean,
was my audience.
This is where everything started;
where my dreams became reality.
When I was tired of pretending,
this is where I came.
When nothing worked out,
this is where I came.
When I needed to feel free,
this is where I came.
This is where everything started;
where my dreams became reality.
After years of practicing,
after years of falling, failing,
this is where they found me.
This is where everything started;
where my dreams became reality.
I’m older now.
I’m what they call famous.
I came back, back to this place,
back to my place,
because everything is different now...
This is where everything started;
where my dreams became reality.
Instead of the splashing shore,
I hear symphonies.
Instead of sand,
I dance on world class stages.
Instead of waves,
I see and meet new people everyday.
This is where everything started;
where my dreams became reality.
But I will never forget
this place, my place.
I will never forget...
where everything started.
Secret Garden
ReplyDeleteIn my own secret garden
I wait patiently
Motionless, quietly
Without a peep
The birds swirl above me
In a dance of romance
The rain falling gently,
Sweetly to my feet
My umbrella is my protection
My shield against the drizzle
I wait for my companion
In the slowly rising light
Soon he will come
Soon it will be
Only him
And only me
In our own secret garden
Glorious and serene
Surrounded by the land
That was just gently washed clean
Pure and turquoise
The water smoothly flows
Topped by silky lily pads
And onward it goes
Dazzling and exquisite
Exotic beyond belief
I wait for my beloved
Under a canopy of perfect delicacy
Please get out of bed
ReplyDeleteCome with me
So much awaits us
Listen to my plea
The dark is a mysterious mist
Awaiting our presence
Our courage will be put to the test
I feel a strange essence
Please I’m begging now
I don’t wanna go alone
This is a life or death situation
I’m hearing a drone
If you let me leave the room
You’re sending me to my doom
I will not come back in one piece
If you do not come with me
I will even give you a dollar
If you agree
I’m thirsty
But there’s a monster downstairs
I need you to go first to turn on the light
Afterall, you are older, and it’s only fair
Art Poem:
ReplyDeleteIts rays so sweet and its glow so warm
The only time it's missing is during a storm
It gives light and brings the promise of a new day
Throughout the hours it is pulled across the sky in a flaming sleigh
On the beach it warms your skin as you lay
And the boats hum to its rhythm in the bay
The mountains bow to it and the waves follow it
To give it one name just seems so unfit
But the end of the day we must wrap up the fun
And I must say goodbye to my beloved sun
Art Poem:
ReplyDeleteLife is made up of the little things.
The little things show just how much you care.
Caring helps you connect with others.
Others mold the world into a joyful place.
A joyful place makes life worth living.
A life worth living starts with the little things.
The little things can consist of anything.
Anything that portrays a feeling of love.
Love links to roses.
Roses illustrate the love in life.
Roses are the little things,
and the little things make up life.
"Veronica"
ReplyDeletePlease, please, my dear, come back
My days without you seem to lack
I miss your sweet beautiful smile
The kind that lit up your face and stretched on for a mile
I wish to see the sun on your golden locks
Upon your bedroom door I still knock
I long to see you dance and play
The simple things that made you gay
I've heard the gates are pearly white
I am selfish here and I need your light
I’m sure you love the place you now reside
But we need you here, I must confide
Remember those times we would play
Please come home if only for a day
Descend those stairs you once climbed
Forget those bells that we once chimed
When you left here the skies turned black
And I do not think they will ever go back
So you have made the final journey
But I’m still haunted by that tiny filled gurney
I’m sorry for asking, please, don’t think me weak
Without you our family seems so very meek
I yearn to see your cute little hands
There is no one like you in all of the lands
Please baby girl, please come home
We searched everywhere we could possibly roam
Spend a moment down here from heaven
I yearn to witness the day you turn seven
To a cousin so precious and so very sweet
The sound of your giggle is such a treat
Each day we wish to grow stronger
Do you think this time apart will last any longer?
Here on this earth you used to thrive
How is it fair that I am alive?
The day that you left the world went still
Without you, my dear, this world has no thrill
Here lies the great deceit
Promises of safety that were left obsolete
Please, please return
The earth continues to cry and refuses to turn
You were stolen by violence
And my answer is found within the silence
Your coming arrival is uncertain
For you have crossed through the final curtain
I know you are not coming back
Thus our hearts have continued to crack
But please, please, my dear, come back
My days without you seem to lack
Please just try to understand
ReplyDeleteIt would be really grand
To drive around town
without a frown
I'll fit nice and snug
In my beautiful bug
How about yellow?
It can be nice and mellow
If you buy me that car
I'll give you a chocolate bar!
Please stop what you are doing and look,
ReplyDeletePlaying music from the iPod I wish I took,
The noise flowing out is simply awful,
Country music should be unlawful,
The lyrics may seem passionate,
But they were just written for the cash in it,
Whatever Cowboy Sean says about cruising,
Is only forming an exit for the brain cells your losing,
Every time he says summer, truck, or baby,
Rethink what you’re doing and just maybe,
Save everyone around you from the torture you’re causing,
Look at the album cover of boots and consider pausing,
Put on something less about the South,
And experience pure joy by word of mouth,
I’ll accept anything but what you have on,
Please just make that noise disappear and gone.
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ReplyDeleteI don’t know when I fell asleep
ReplyDeletebut I did.
It must have been the music
that had been flowing so effortlessly though my guitar,
or maybe it was the sunshine
that finally decided to show itself after the long winter,
the meadow was so beautiful
the wild flowers called softly for me to lay down among them
just for a second.
I don’t know when I fell asleep
but it wasn't until he woke me up that I even realized I had.
She was the most perfect person I had ever seen.
Almost glowing in the sunlight.
I was just out for a walk when I saw her,
at first I thought she was a ghost
or more possibly, an angel,
asleep in the meadow, guitar next to her
the picture of beauty.
It took me so long to get the courage to walk up to her
I just wanted to see her closer
see her beauty in more detail.
I truly didn't mean to wake her.
I must have only been half asleep when heard his footsteps.
I think he must have stood there a while
trying to decide what to do,
I almost smiled to myself
I knew what he was thinking
a crazy young hippie “embracing the ways of the earth”
not someone to be messed with,
he was probably here to ask me to get off his land
or something,
but I waited for him to to decide what to do
mainly because I was comfortable, and the sun was warm
and maybe, just a little, because he was cute.
He walked up slowly, carefully,
then tripped over a branch and cursed quietly to himself.
I opened my eyes, only because I wanted to him stumble,
he looked at me
startled to see my eyes open
and a little embarrassed that I had seen him trip,
he cleared his throat,
maybe to give himself time to think of something to say
“Hello”
he said finally
I just raised one eyebrow
he looked down, shyly, and continued;
“You’re very beautiful.”
Conviction
ReplyDeleteMy persuasion is to make you speak with conviction.
A part of you, a symbol, and addiction.
To speak your mind, no likes or you know?’s
Conviction should be something to openly show.
It seems that the newer generation has lost interest.
As caring less about things we should treasure more is the best.
People find it strange to be excited about a subject.
Having a love of knowledge is not proper in public.
Every teenager loves to be apathetic.
But in all reality it’s really pathetic.
So speak with conviction, and mean what you say.
Or the meaning of words will just go away.
Someday
ReplyDelete“Once upon a time”
You said those words to me
Once upon a time
How sad that’s all we’ve become
I wish I could hold you again
And you could laugh once more
And we could dance alone again
In the sun’s glow
Instead I am here
Reading your heart’s story
Instead, I am here
Weeping at your words
It was once upon a time
When you wrote to me
Asking me to a dance
“Teenagers,” said my mother, “they would never have a chance”
But we proved her wrong
The dancers all cleared
And left us alone with no music, no words
Just us, rocking back and forth
That’s when you cleared too
Not from my heart, or my mind
But to a place far away
With only the feather
Everyday you would write to me
“Someday my darling”
And each time I would cry
You never saw my tears
Instead, I used a feather
And wrote about what was happening at home
But I never told you
How much my heart longed to be back in your arms
The feather holds our story
To each and every twisted tale
The ink holds our longing for love
Sparkling in your eye
But eventually the feather was all I had left
You never saw my tears
The ink dried, and I still cling to your words
“Someday my darling”
I hate spiders
ReplyDeleteThey are good hiders
Their eight hairy legs
Standing on pegs
Waiting to pounce
As they bounce
Every night
They give me a fright
But I always look
Before I cook
And when I go to bed
I peek my head
Under the bed
If they’re there I turn cherry red
But I always check
So they don't scare the heck
Out of me
So I flee
Spiders are so yucky
If there are none I feel lucky
To this day
And my dismay
They show up before I sleep
I hope they don’t keep
Would you care to give a second thought?
ReplyDeleteTo the pain this decision has brought?
Your choice to move is not your own
Leaving Illinois does not affect you alone
This house right here is my home
The only one I've ever known
Aren't family and friends
More important than beginnings and ends?
And the school, where I had everything planned?
One life, never given a chance to expand
Already the feelings start to slip
My past and present doing flips
Take my hand, pull me back
Oh how much I've lost track
Would you go back and give a second thought?
Before my world is all but wrought?
Choose the future that should have been mine
The one I've longed for all this time
Denver
ReplyDeletefriday five A.M.
it becons at dawn with reaching neon lights and shadows of streetlights
frosty mornings bring tired adults into warm coffee shops
morning car rides carry laughing children with rolled out of bed curls prepared for the long day
and the soon to come weekend
they wade through tired classes with friends by their side
the sun starts to set as warm soup and hot choclate makes it’s way to family movies on the sofa
and then comes the games
cleats are tied up over old socks worn by the years
the fields are lit by yellowed streeetlights as soccer players take the grass stains and the cold
knowing how one day they will make it big in the city
back at home two dreamy toddlers stare up at the stars and try to grasp their wonder
siblings stay up late into the night talking about dreams and fears and life
I look across town seeing smiles and hopeful glances
I love Denver
I love my home
What A Sight (Art Poem)
ReplyDeleteHills of wonder,
Hills of grace,
Trees grouped together,
As the colors reflect the fall.
Filled with beauty and glory,
White-tipped mountains tower to the gray sky.
No loud, city noises to disrupt,
The peaceful, glorious scenery.
The smell of autumn overwhelms,
With green to yellow to red leaves.
Mountains, trees and grass,
Swallow the never ending view.
Oh, to be wonderous,
Oh, to be graceful.
Every day on the way home
ReplyDeleteI pass the roots of a great magnolia tree
Standing for ages
Tall and proud
Watching over me
As I take the route home
Each day I admire its beauty
Leaves and blooms
Reaching for the sky
Roots buried deep in the ground
Watching over me
As I take the route home
Sometimes I sit in its shade
Petals drifting over me
Scattered by the wind
Gently swaying
Watching over me
As I let my thoughts fly
I used to be was a tree
ReplyDeleteConstantly surrounded by nature
Always being needed
An abundant source for the animals around me
Then they came
And cut me down
I was wisped away
Gone to fill a new purpose in the world
I used to be a tree
Now I’m a book
Adored by many
But soon the admiration ends
I’m just another story
Surrounded by others like myself
Collecting dust
On an old shelf
As time goes by
I eventually fade
Pages ripe
Writing fades
Soon I end up in the trash
Tossed away
Replaced by something new
Never to be adored again
I used to be a tree
I am now just a shadow of what I used to be
Homonym Poem
ReplyDeleteTeam- a group/unit working together, group of people forming one side of a sports competition
Teem- to have many numbers in one place, to swarm, to pour out/empty
Our family, our team
We work hard for each other
Dedication teems
Standing next to our brothers
As shadows grow long
We continue
To run along
Prepared to make a debut
One team, one goal
Victory is in sight
We all play our roles
For this we will fight
We come prepared
As a team
Excitement flares
Finally we teem the field
Between the lines of imagination and reality
ReplyDeleteA balance of words, an illusion of what to come
Judgement of the future, and memories of the past
Insensitive decisions threaded through lies
Delusive light hidden in darkness
Interpretation inept of improvement
Between the lines of once upon a time
Cummulative mistakes among callous remarks
Painful illusions of what could have been
Meticulous reasoning in a web of uncertainty
A machination for oblivious destruction
One, guarded and vulnerable, braced for disclaim
Between the lines are secrets unknown
Forever to be preserved in crystal evasion
Everlasting, sustained between the lines.
Man’s Perspective:
ReplyDeleteI hold a power in my hand
Nature in my grasp, as if I am in control
The moon is mine to hold
The light, the calmness, the mystery, all in my possession
A floating disk pulled down to earth
Connected to a string, like a balloon
I wish to pluck it out of the sky
To take it home, for it to be mine
This pool of light will never be mine
It floats too high, it continues to fly
To soar through the sky free of all domination
It is time to let go.
Moons Perspective:
A lonely soul standing on a hill
He seems blue, misguided, unseen
Hiding in the shadows unaware of my presence
I am the watchful eye, seeing deeper than the common eye
He comes here often, perhaps to think
Maybe to stand, to be alone, to be seen
When will he realize that he is not alone
That I am here, the watchful eye, a friend.
What's Inside
ReplyDeleteSighing when they're smiling
Crying when they're laughing
Hiding when they're joking
They think that I can't hear
The words they always speak
And so I hang my head
I close my eyes
Don't show them that I'm beat for now
Running when they're searching
Giving up when they're starting
Shaking when they're teasing
They think that I'll break soon
But I know so much better
And so I turn around
Face them again
I'll show them that I'm too strong now
Because it's what's on the inside, on the inside
And it doesn't matter how strange I look
I'm better, sweeter on the inside
It doesn't matter what they're saying
It's just me
And what's inside
Tonight Tonight
ReplyDeleteWhy won’t they let me go out tonight?
Do my parents think I’ll go get in a fight?
I just want to live while I’m young and I’m free.
Come on Mom, dad, just let me be me.
Everyone gives us teens a bad rep
Why do they think that we’re so out of step?
Yeah sometimes we may stay out real late
Sometimes we go out to just mingle- not mate!
Have you never even heard of having a good time?
So what if that means you’re committing a crime?
Just because I want to go hang out with friends,
does not mean I will bring my future to an end.
If you hold me on a leash next to you
How will I know what to do
when I make a mistake and fall on my face.
I need to rely on me, not you and your mace.
So Mom and dad don’t you see?
I’m only asking to leave me be.
You don’t have to let me go just quite yet.
But let me have fun without giving a fret.
I love you so much- I’ll be out with girlfriends
Don’t worry your hearts won’t even need a mend.
I promise I’ll look both ways when turning to the right!
I promise I’ll be safe when I go out tonight.
Secret Poem:
ReplyDeleteI move around the room playfully
Gazing up at the entirety of the world
My world
People standing
People talking
People watching
Waiting for the moment
My moment
My first crawl
People walking
People visiting
People staring
I move into position
Silence overwhelms the room
Breaking concentration, I drop to my butt
People sigh
People fuss
People whimper
I continue to gawk and ponder the question
Who wants to crawl
When you can scooch?
Time
ReplyDeleteDear world, give us more time
To ask for this is not a crime
We know how short life can be
To do things other than disagree
We need more time to run and play
Not to watch our loved ones decay
I want time to have a break
To rest by a beautiful lake
To sit back and read a book
Perhaps near a sparkling brook
Time can be wasted so quickly
So much that it makes me sickly
We spend all our time to work
So on this earth we do not lurk
For this wish, I will pray
So please do not delay
More time will make me happy
Otherwise I may be snappy
The Castle
ReplyDeleteMax Hostetter
Fire.
It exploded, first on the wall, the in the courtyard.
The fire grew, and soon the situation was dire.
The wooden beams burned hot and fast, every single on was charred.
Fear.
Fear ran rampant, like wild beast.
The fire grew, racing toward us like a spear
As it moved, the screams grew, never ceased.
Heat.
It washed over me in waves, ripping the air from my chest.
The cold winter air steams as the heat and cool meet.
The hot air constantly battered us, giving me no rest.
Danger.
The walls came down, pursuing with an intelligent desire.
The once-beautiful castle was growing ever stranger.
The beauty was gone, replaced with fire.
Guilt
ReplyDeleteSomething unspeakable runs through my veins
Something happened that night Ill never forget
Something was clear: complete the mission despite the cost
Something went wrong
Something went terribly wrong
Somebody told me "look out on your left"
Somebody shot
Somebody missed
Somebody hit
Somebody was down
Somebody was the reason that
Somebody would never awaken
Somebody was thankful
Somebody had been saved
Sometimes one has to take action
Sometimes life isn't fair
Sometimes what you do cannot be altered
Something unspeakable runs through my veins
Footie PJ's
ReplyDeleteWhen I go to sleep,
I slowly doze off counting sheep
While wearing footie PJs.
Why do I do this,
I haven't the crudest
beginnings of an idea.
They are fuzzy and pink
and it really makes me think
that I need some new pajamas.
The bottoms are tiger print
and I haven't the slightest hint
who would make such a thing.
It has a small hood.
The print is that of wood
and I should probably give it away.
But the sleeves have feathers,
to keep warm in cold weathers
So it is mildly practical.
The feathers are glow in the dark
for a casual night walk in the park
and it is very stylish.
It has a large turtle shell on the back,
and is a shiny shade of black
so that I can protect myself.
The belt is made from Crocodile skin,
and has a buckle in the shape a bowling pin.
I should probably throw it away.
Ingenius
ReplyDeleteThe world so small to universe so large
Stars and other world lightyears away
One man
One man who could not find his own home
Relativity to other objects and gravatational force
Energy a force that is distant and misterious to us
One equation E=MC squared
Changing physics and science forever
Understanding all is the hope
Never being more than a few steps in
Taking a breathe using lungs and other organs
Gravity changing how we walk
One man coining the term Einstein
Is he right?
Days like these I wonder:
ReplyDeleteHow does the world spin?
Days like these I wonder:
Where the world begins?
Every time I question:
Who am I to be?
Every time I question:
When will I be free?
Days like these I wonder:
Could I just say hi?
Days like these I wonder:
Or would I just pass bye?
Every time I question:
Does she see me too?
Every time I question:
What I am to do?
Days like these I wonder:
Will we ever meet?
Days like these I wonder:
Love at just one greet?
Every time I question:
Where is my prince now?
Every time I question:
When will I be wowed?
This day we do not wonder:
Could this love be true?
This day we do not question:
Is my true love you?
Beauty on the Beach
ReplyDeletePeriod 3 Sophie Yano
There was a time when I was the Beauty on the Beach
There was a time when I believed that all of my dreams would come true
There was a time when I danced free and pure like the waves on the sand
There was a time when I felt untouchable
On the beach my movements flowed like the ocean
My leaps bore beauty like the dolphins
My turns as flawless as the seashells that hid beneath my feet
On the beach I became a dancer
There was a time when I thought I could make it in the real world
There was a time when I had faith in my abilities
There was a time when I danced because I knew I was the best
There was a time when I felt confident
After the beach I moved to studios
I had peers that judged my every move
I had teachers that critiqued anything I did
After the beach I became cold
There was a time when I forgot to dream
There was a time when I trusted nothing and no one
There was a time when I danced cautiously and uniformly
There was a time when I felt broken
Now I miss my little beach
My dreams were indestructible
My love and passion drove me to achieve excellence
Now I wish I was still the Beauty on the Beach
Secret Poem:
ReplyDeleteI shall muzzle the puzzle of things I hate
Oh wait, let me tell you or else I may faint
Family problems
Issues I care not to hear
And when I do, I cover my ear
Often the stories drag
I rather put my head in a bag
They make me want to scream
Far worse than cold cream
When the stories start, I begin to part
So if you feel the need to vent
Regarding family discontent
I am not the person to tell
So say farewell
My secret is mine
So divine
I prefer it not be not to be shared
It better not be declared
Locked
ReplyDeletei walk around the room trying to escape the eye
but i know deep down that it will follow me til i break down and cry
so why do i stay, stay in the room
because i’m in a trance, waiting to be consumed
i stare at the eye’s jet, black center
i notice it has not moved since i entered
not even a simple glance to the left, or the right
yet it watches me wherever i am, with its hawk like sight
i can’t find a way out
my chances of survival, i’m starting to doubt
my mind compresses like a soft ball
i feel like i’m about to fall
i must have done something bad
i must have made somebody sad
whatever type of torture im going through
is not going to matter in a few
i feel the pain to the tenth degree
as i can sense the life escaping me
i know that in few minutes i will die,
at the hand of the dreadful eye
i try one last time to escape the room
but it fails and so somebody must fetch me my tomb
for i am to die
under the watch of this sick, sick eye
but then it blinks
right before my heart was to sink
i am released from my trance
and i am alive, just by chance
By: Jacob Goodman
I'm tired.
ReplyDeleteI'm broken.
Tired of trying.
Broken from falling
One too many times.
They expect so much
I give so little
I'm being hurried alive
Gasping for air
Bison getting blurry
But the thing is
I don't want to give up
Not yet
The tears I ahead
Will soon help me see
Myself
My world
My perspective
Clearer, more pure.
Although my wrists are broken
From catching my falls
My legs will pick me up
I am strong
Fierce
Brave
I'm not stopping just yet
It'll all be worth it
Just you watch
I can do this
Flashes of brown
ReplyDeleteemerge from the green
as we move through
the forest
yelling and calling
as we run.
The air is light
and the ground slightly damp
the croaking of frogs
and the feathery breeze
make the leaves
dance and shake
as we run swiftly
just us two,
behind the farm.
As I stand on the ridge
above the green sea
I watch the two kids
playing together
they are jumping off rocks
and scaring the birds off
just like they always do
it's times like this,
in the warm summer day,
when they look the closest.
As the camera is raised
to capture the sibling love
the two children sense a presence
they look up
to the aunt intruding
on their time
and they run
so they don't have to stop playing.
When I was young
ReplyDeleteI was in love
I’d always have fun
I was free as a dove
I was in love with the boy
With the fire red hair
When he looked at me
My heart went aflare
These looks he would give
Would make my heart do a flip
Send my heart on a voyage
In a beautiful ship
And oh how I’d dream
Dream of him and me
Dream of together
How happy we’d be
But those days had to go
As my age slipped away
And I no longer love him
Like back in the day
The Party
ReplyDeleteMom please let me go
I don’t care if it’s gonna snow
I don’t care if it’s gonna be cold
I don’t want to be controlled
I will dress nice and warm
I’ll get there before the storm
I promise I will be good
You have this all misunderstood
I’m just going to play some ball
As soon as I get there I’ll give you a call
I’ll be back by ten
I promise I’ll never ask you something like this ever again
Okay I will drive you over
Hop in the Range Rover
Never mind I’m tired
I guess it just transpired
The Piano Songs
ReplyDeleteI told them of the time my heart danced with the piano songs
They scoffed, didn’t believe me
Preposterous, they accused
Ridiculous
Unimaginable
Impossible
But I persisted, because it was true
I asked them
Haven’t you ever played a song for your heart?
From your heart, yet to your heart
Haven’t you ever watched it dance
Amongst your spiralling emotions, twisting feelings
Yes, haven’t you ever plunked down on your piano bench
Like any normal day
But then
Haven’t you ever felt young and old all at the same time
As you looked forward, hopeful and naiive
And as you looked back, experienced and wise?
(And I told them how I preferred to look back
Mighty, wrinkly hands pounding down on well used keys
Melting collections of old memories with new music)
Haven’t you ever
Stretched your arm inside you
Punctured through the barriers that keep your emotions so held in
Trapped, caged, hidden
Then haven’t you ever taken grip upon your inner feelings
Wrestled them out into the open atmosphere
Forcing them to be exposed, vulnerable
Haven’t you ever watched, felt these confused entities
Struggling in the unforgiving air
Then haven’t you ever introduced them to a song of yours
Depicted by your nimble fingers
Graceful, rapid as they hopped along piano keys
Just a blurred field of grey
Haven’t you ever watched your emotions in the wind
Find their way, blend together to the rhythm of your piano song
Haven’t you felt them
Your wispy feelings floating like a splash of water in space
Representing moments across a spectrum of experiences
Twirling and flitting about to a gentle melody
As demonstrated by the smooth, delicate piano keys
Lowering, up and down, like the waves of an ocean
Haven’t you ever seen and felt and heard
Your pulsing, beating heart
Out their, lost in the wide sky
Throbbing in cohesion, in harmony, with a piano song?
I repeated
Haven’t you ever played a song for your heart?
From your heart, yet to your heart
Haven’t you ever watched it dance
Amongst your spiralling emotions, twisting feelings
Hasn’t your heart ever danced with the piano songs?
Dear Father Time
ReplyDeleteFather Time,
Would you grant me the wish
To go back in time
When my family was all together
I miss the late nights watching CSI
With my dad right by my side
I miss the endless days playing
But now my brother has left for college
If only you grant me this wish
It would really make my day
I would do anything to go back
I would give up half my life
So please take this into consideration
Take me back to the old days
Take me back to the simpler days
When I didn't have to worry about anything
Take me back to before October
Take me back when I still had my family
Monday to Friday, five days a week,
ReplyDeleteThis person you see here, it is the real me.
But on weekends away from my friends and the whole social scene,
You might not even recognize that quiet figure as remotely being me.
The stillness of my room makes me feel at peace even more than in the company of friends;
Who knows me better than myself?
Through the quiet I can think clearly,
What is important to me, who do I truly care about?
Sunday heaves a sigh as the sun sets over the cold silhouettes of the mountains.
My rest has ended.
Monday has come to draw me out of my shell once again.
Refreshing like jumping into a cold pool on a hot day,
To see my friends again, and share the laughter and lightheartedness.
Secretly looking forward for the weekend,
To breathe in, and breathe out and start all over again.
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ReplyDeleteThe Lady of the Flowers
ReplyDeleteShe swiftly rushes by the oaken trees
Past the soft, silken leaflets
And the small creatures with padded feet
Through the whispering wind
Which calls to her name
Attempting to lure her
Back into the shadows
And the mystery
Of the dark riddled forest.
Gracefully she moves
Elegantly she dashes
Past the trickling creeks
That glisten with luminous light
And through the gentle brush
Of the green that surrounds her
Nimbly
She avoids the gnarled roots
Scattered on the ground
Fluidly
She leaps over the fallen trees of old
That have perished into the cold darkness
A clearing appears
Pouring with colorful light
Up ahead
She rushes
Dashes
Moves
To get to the place
Where it is always springtime
And colors never fade
And there is always a facade of hope
And courage
There in the clearing
Lay the vibrant meadow
Of finest flowers
Ingenius
ReplyDeleteThe world so small to universe so large
Stars and other world lightyears away
One man
One man who could not find his own home
Relativity to other objects and gravatational force
Energy a force that is distant and misterious to us
One equation E=MC squared
Changing physics and science forever
Understanding all is the hope
Never being more than a few steps in
Taking a breathe using lungs and other organs
Gravity changing how we walk
One man coining the term Einstein
Is he right?
My homework is always done
ReplyDeletebut now you envision me as a bum
I endeavored to complete the assignment with haste
but it appears it was all a waste
I left it on a palisade desk
I never conceived that its strength could be so grotesque
My monstrous dog is all to blame
his devilish teeth...what a shame
Cut up into a jigsaw puzzle is all I can say
Oh my dog knows how to betray
My paper never stood a remote chance
his jaws took chunks without me seizing a glance
My paper crippled and destroyed
my brutal dog was overjoyed
Clips of paper gripping onto his spit
His face contorted into a smile I must admit
The carnage slowly dripped from his lips
Question number 2 whipped past my face as I flipped
I shrieked the loudest I've ever done
This could never be undone
I stand before you a humbled man
take pity on me as much as you can
Your mercy I must beg
your forgiveness I’d take for a leg
Please be sympathetic and give me an A
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ReplyDeleteSpeedo Guido
ReplyDeleteI stride along, large and quite proud
Although I am quite fluffy, just like a cloud
I call attention to that lass over there
The one that is tall and has pretty gold hair
We lock eyes from across the pier
As I walk along towards my ice cold.... soda
She smiles and says hello
And I saw her wink, at my luscious chest flow
Although my accent is thick, just like my waistline
I know I look super fine
Oh my gawd, do you see that guy?
It’s disgusting, like I just want to die
I hope he doesn’t see me
I’ll pretend I have to pee
Because he is so nasty
When he comes to talk, I’ll be gone fastly
I hate when guys dont shave
Its almost as bad if they didn't bathe
I just want a guy that is a hottie
And not one with a hairy body
I’ll just sit and wait as he does his thing
And if he comes over I’ll yell and scream
“Hey baby, what's up”
“ummm... Hi?”
“You, Me, Movie. I’ll pick you up at 8”
“Yeahh.... No.“
“It will be fun”
“I have a boyfriend”
“Bye”
Dream Maker
ReplyDeleteNightmare Breaker
Paint a picture
Burst of color
Capture them
Subconscious thoughts
Write the script
Dialogue
Block it
Fear
Introspection
Inspiration
Overwatch
The mind
It works
While I sleep
Persuasion Poem
ReplyDeleteWe need time far away
During my birthday
Let’s travel to Spain
Otherwise i’ll go insane
I’ll play tennis,
While you and dad can drink guinness
I won’t complain
I’ll be smart with my brain
I’ll try my best
I’ll compete with the rest
It will be so much fun
You can bathe in the sun
Spain’s a beautiful place
There’s plenty of space
It’s just a vacation
In an awesome location
So can we please go?
Even though it will cost some dough?
I decide
ReplyDeleteWhere this body goes
What is sees
What is shows
I decide
What it wears
Despite what they say
I will not care
I decide
Because I am a mind
And I control this body
This is not yours
It is mine
I decide
Whether to let a doctor invade
because I am just too young
or because of something that was a product of rape
I decide
Not the big man
Not you
Not someone else’s faith
I decide
Whose eyes lay upon the flaws
and whose hands rest upon
those wretched scars
and everything underneath
It it my right
Not yours
Mine
I decide
Who it rests with at night
And who kisses its cheek
And who holds it tight
I decide
Because I am a mind
And I control this body
This is not yours
This is mine
I decide
Because I am a human being
That does not come with a property deed
Are you even trying to see
What I am seeing?