Ethan SnowSummitHumankind stands before a great mountainHe begins to climbAspiring to an ascent of the towering peakTo reach a higher purposeTo rise above his own corruptionAnd as he nears the topHe finds himself conflictedHe cannot assent within himselfHe can neither concede nor compromiseDown he tumbles, felledOnce again by the hubris and deceit ofHis own natureAnd with Sisyphus standingIn his shadowHe begins once more the eternal climb
Water flowingColors glowingLily pads floatingNo one is gloatingAnimals flyingNo one is cryingNature at peace,Stress releaseThe pond so sereneEverything is so nice and greenWatching the waterIs someone’s daughterA girl who needs to get awayBecause it is a beautiful daySunny and brightBirds are in flightThe colors look paintedNone of them are taintedMy mind is going to immerseThe art is so diverseThe picture is so splendidsome of the colors are blendedI’m so fondOf the art of this pond
Bennet DanielsHour: 32/22/13Bass SurfingThe feeling of complete controlIs something many people live forAs you hear the creaks in the woodAnd the wind blowing through itThen you realize, you're surfing on a bassPeople begin to stareThe music playingBy the one who plays and surfsHis talent is limitlessAs he plays the morning bluesThe leaves begin to fall aroundAnd the wind begins to stirHe continues with his melodies riffsAs minutes become hoursHe continues the effort to impress all aroundIn the background stands towering buildingsHe continues with his showUntil the wind begins to blowWhen no one is leftHe returns to where lives to play another day
Times have changed since the sixtiesBelieve it, it's truewe no longer have payphoneseight tracksor the smurfs who are blue.Now we have Apple inc.which has solved the world's messbecause of Steve Jobswe no longer must stress.Did I mention, by chancethat you have failed to get mea mac of my ownand i feel you have forgetten me.Just hold your horses,I know forgetten ain't rightbut if I'd had my own laptopI could have gone to some siteWhere they teach you to rhymewith the utmost of classso you don't have to say forgettenand look like a... donkey.Along with the factthat laptops make you smarterthey also help youfind foods good with tartarsauce.You know I love cookingThe mixing and shakingall of the whileyour dinner I'm makingIn case, just in caseyou had not yet caughtI get all of my recipesfrom one spot.All recipes.comis that special placewhere I get the instructionsfor the cuisine which I make.So now you see clearlythroughout this great poemI need a computerand then I can show 'emthe ways which I rhyme with dignity and gritand find recipes to cookso I don't look like... you know.
You say that I am just a friendAnd that you hope our friendship will never endBut every day we have a fightAnd every time I say it’s all rightThe only thing that I askIs really quite a simple taskJust take the blameThen do me a favor and forget my nameMy anger for you grows ever greaterAs I must be my own vindicatorSo please just leave me beSo I can finally be freeBy the time I say I’m LeavingYou finally understand why I was grieving You said that I was just a friendAnd now I know that it can end
Alligator EyesBig alligator eyes,A fire in the sky.Bring to frontAnother 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 heartAnd leave it there,Pumping,Racing. On flare.Huge alligator eyes.Feel the alligator eyes.Like a snow of blueOr 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 LifeLeaving traces, bursts of colourAll over the skyHappy, excitedSplatters of lifeReds, oranges, yellowsA sunrise here, a desert thereBlues, purples, greens,outer space and the mountain majestiesEven greys and whiteshave their placeas the moonand the sky.Painting my way acrossthe universe;every colour I leave behindis a new world I’ve exploredAnd when I reach the middlemy elaborate twists and leapsare too muchMy brush can’t keep upAnd when I stopI suddenly seeA map.Where I’ve beenWhere I amWhere I will goAll rolled into one Excited to see my journey continueI dash a bit of orangeAnd then a drop of red...And then I’m dancing acrossmy universe again.
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Where Everything Started...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 forgetthis place, my place.I will never forget...where everything started.
Secret GardenIn my own secret gardenI wait patientlyMotionless, quietlyWithout a peepThe birds swirl above meIn a dance of romanceThe rain falling gently,Sweetly to my feetMy umbrella is my protectionMy shield against the drizzleI wait for my companionIn the slowly rising lightSoon he will comeSoon it will beOnly himAnd only meIn our own secret gardenGlorious and sereneSurrounded by the landThat was just gently washed cleanPure and turquoiseThe water smoothly flowsTopped by silky lily padsAnd onward it goesDazzling and exquisiteExotic beyond beliefI wait for my belovedUnder a canopy of perfect delicacy
Please get out of bed Come with meSo much awaits usListen to my pleaThe dark is a mysterious mistAwaiting our presenceOur courage will be put to the testI feel a strange essence Please I’m begging nowI don’t wanna go aloneThis is a life or death situationI’m hearing a droneIf you let me leave the room You’re sending me to my doomI will not come back in one pieceIf you do not come with meI will even give you a dollarIf you agreeI’m thirstyBut there’s a monster downstairsI need you to go first to turn on the lightAfterall, you are older, and it’s only fair
Art Poem:Its rays so sweet and its glow so warm The only time it's missing is during a stormIt gives light and brings the promise of a new day Throughout the hours it is pulled across the sky in a flaming sleighOn the beach it warms your skin as you layAnd the boats hum to its rhythm in the bayThe mountains bow to it and the waves follow itTo give it one name just seems so unfitBut the end of the day we must wrap up the funAnd I must say goodbye to my beloved sun
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.
"Veronica"Please, please, my dear, come backMy days without you seem to lackI miss your sweet beautiful smileThe kind that lit up your face and stretched on for a mileI wish to see the sun on your golden locksUpon your bedroom door I still knockI long to see you dance and playThe simple things that made you gayI've heard the gates are pearly whiteI am selfish here and I need your lightI’m sure you love the place you now resideBut we need you here, I must confideRemember those times we would playPlease come home if only for a dayDescend those stairs you once climbedForget those bells that we once chimedWhen you left here the skies turned blackAnd I do not think they will ever go backSo you have made the final journeyBut I’m still haunted by that tiny filled gurneyI’m sorry for asking, please, don’t think me weakWithout you our family seems so very meekI yearn to see your cute little handsThere is no one like you in all of the landsPlease baby girl, please come homeWe searched everywhere we could possibly roamSpend a moment down here from heavenI yearn to witness the day you turn sevenTo a cousin so precious and so very sweetThe sound of your giggle is such a treatEach day we wish to grow strongerDo you think this time apart will last any longer?Here on this earth you used to thriveHow is it fair that I am alive?The day that you left the world went stillWithout you, my dear, this world has no thrillHere lies the great deceitPromises of safety that were left obsoletePlease, please returnThe earth continues to cry and refuses to turnYou were stolen by violenceAnd my answer is found within the silenceYour coming arrival is uncertainFor you have crossed through the final curtainI know you are not coming backThus our hearts have continued to crackBut please, please, my dear, come backMy days without you seem to lack
Please just try to understand It would be really grandTo drive around town without a frownI'll fit nice and snugIn my beautiful bug How about yellow? It can be nice and mellowIf you buy me that carI'll give you a chocolate bar!
Please stop what you are doing and look,Playing 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.
I don’t know when I fell asleepbut I did.It must have been the musicthat 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 beautifulthe wild flowers called softly for me to lay down among themjust for a second.I don’t know when I fell asleepbut 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 ghostor more possibly, an angel,asleep in the meadow, guitar next to herthe picture of beauty.It took me so long to get the courage to walk up to herI just wanted to see her closersee 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 whiletrying to decide what to do,I almost smiled to myselfI knew what he was thinkinga 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 landor something,but I waited for him to to decide what to domainly because I was comfortable, and the sun was warmand 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 mestartled 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 finallyI just raised one eyebrowhe looked down, shyly, and continued;“You’re very beautiful.”
ConvictionMy 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?’sConviction 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 “Once upon a time”You said those words to meOnce upon a timeHow sad that’s all we’ve becomeI wish I could hold you againAnd you could laugh once moreAnd we could dance alone againIn the sun’s glowInstead I am hereReading your heart’s storyInstead, I am hereWeeping at your wordsIt was once upon a timeWhen you wrote to meAsking me to a dance“Teenagers,” said my mother, “they would never have a chance”But we proved her wrongThe dancers all cleared And left us alone with no music, no wordsJust us, rocking back and forthThat’s when you cleared tooNot from my heart, or my mindBut to a place far awayWith only the featherEveryday you would write to me“Someday my darling”And each time I would cryYou never saw my tearsInstead, I used a featherAnd wrote about what was happening at homeBut I never told youHow much my heart longed to be back in your armsThe feather holds our storyTo each and every twisted taleThe ink holds our longing for loveSparkling in your eyeBut eventually the feather was all I had leftYou never saw my tearsThe ink dried, and I still cling to your words“Someday my darling”
I hate spidersThey are good hidersTheir eight hairy legsStanding on pegsWaiting to pounce As they bounce Every night They give me a frightBut I always lookBefore I cookAnd when I go to bedI peek my headUnder the bedIf they’re there I turn cherry redBut I always checkSo they don't scare the heckOut of meSo I fleeSpiders are so yuckyIf there are none I feel luckyTo this day And my dismayThey show up before I sleepI hope they don’t keep
Would you care to give a second thought?To the pain this decision has brought?Your choice to move is not your ownLeaving Illinois does not affect you aloneThis house right here is my homeThe only one I've ever knownAren't family and friendsMore important than beginnings and ends?And the school, where I had everything planned?One life, never given a chance to expandAlready the feelings start to slipMy past and present doing flipsTake my hand, pull me backOh how much I've lost trackWould you go back and give a second thought?Before my world is all but wrought?Choose the future that should have been mineThe one I've longed for all this time
Denverfriday five A.M.it becons at dawn with reaching neon lights and shadows of streetlightsfrosty 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 weekendthey wade through tired classes with friends by their sidethe sun starts to set as warm soup and hot choclate makes it’s way to family movies on the sofaand then comes the gamescleats are tied up over old socks worn by the yearsthe fields are lit by yellowed streeetlights as soccer players take the grass stains and the coldknowing how one day they will make it big in the cityback 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 lifeI look across town seeing smiles and hopeful glances I love DenverI love my home
What A Sight (Art Poem)Hills 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 homeI pass the roots of a great magnolia treeStanding for agesTall and proudWatching over meAs I take the route homeEach day I admire its beautyLeaves and bloomsReaching for the skyRoots buried deep in the groundWatching over me As I take the route homeSometimes I sit in its shadePetals drifting over meScattered by the windGently swayingWatching over meAs I let my thoughts fly
I used to be was a treeConstantly surrounded by natureAlways being neededAn abundant source for the animals around me Then they came And cut me downI was wisped awayGone to fill a new purpose in the worldI used to be a treeNow I’m a book Adored by many But soon the admiration endsI’m just another story Surrounded by others like myselfCollecting dust On an old shelfAs time goes by I eventually fadePages ripe Writing fadesSoon I end up in the trashTossed awayReplaced by something newNever to be adored again I used to be a treeI am now just a shadow of what I used to be
Homonym PoemTeam- a group/unit working together, group of people forming one side of a sports competitionTeem- to have many numbers in one place, to swarm, to pour out/emptyOur family, our teamWe work hard for each otherDedication teemsStanding next to our brothersAs shadows grow longWe continueTo run alongPrepared to make a debutOne team, one goalVictory is in sightWe all play our rolesFor this we will fightWe come preparedAs a teamExcitement flaresFinally we teem the field
Between the lines of imagination and realityA balance of words, an illusion of what to comeJudgement of the future, and memories of the pastInsensitive decisions threaded through liesDelusive light hidden in darknessInterpretation inept of improvementBetween the lines of once upon a timeCummulative mistakes among callous remarksPainful illusions of what could have beenMeticulous reasoning in a web of uncertaintyA machination for oblivious destructionOne, guarded and vulnerable, braced for disclaimBetween the lines are secrets unknownForever to be preserved in crystal evasionEverlasting, sustained between the lines.
Man’s Perspective: I hold a power in my handNature 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 earthConnected to a string, like a balloonI wish to pluck it out of the skyTo take it home, for it to be mineThis pool of light will never be mineIt floats too high, it continues to flyTo soar through the sky free of all dominationIt is time to let go. Moons Perspective:A lonely soul standing on a hillHe seems blue, misguided, unseenHiding in the shadows unaware of my presenceI am the watchful eye, seeing deeper than the common eyeHe comes here often, perhaps to thinkMaybe to stand, to be alone, to be seenWhen will he realize that he is not aloneThat I am here, the watchful eye, a friend.
What's InsideSighing when they're smilingCrying when they're laughingHiding when they're jokingThey think that I can't hearThe words they always speakAnd so I hang my headI close my eyesDon't show them that I'm beat for nowRunning when they're searchingGiving up when they're startingShaking when they're teasingThey think that I'll break soonBut I know so much betterAnd so I turn aroundFace them againI'll show them that I'm too strong nowBecause it's what's on the inside, on the insideAnd it doesn't matter how strange I lookI'm better, sweeter on the insideIt doesn't matter what they're sayingIt's just meAnd what's inside
Tonight TonightWhy 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 repWhy do they think that we’re so out of step?Yeah sometimes we may stay out real lateSometimes 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 youHow will I know what to dowhen 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 girlfriendsDon’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:I move around the room playfullyGazing up at the entirety of the worldMy worldPeople standingPeople talkingPeople watchingWaiting for the momentMy momentMy first crawlPeople walkingPeople visitingPeople staringI move into positionSilence overwhelms the roomBreaking concentration, I drop to my buttPeople sighPeople fussPeople whimperI continue to gawk and ponder the questionWho wants to crawlWhen you can scooch?
TimeDear world, give us more timeTo ask for this is not a crimeWe know how short life can beTo do things other than disagreeWe need more time to run and playNot to watch our loved ones decayI want time to have a breakTo rest by a beautiful lakeTo sit back and read a bookPerhaps near a sparkling brookTime can be wasted so quicklySo much that it makes me sicklyWe spend all our time to workSo on this earth we do not lurkFor this wish, I will praySo please do not delayMore time will make me happyOtherwise I may be snappy
The CastleMax HostetterFire.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 spearAs 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.
GuiltSomething unspeakable runs through my veinsSomething happened that night Ill never forgetSomething was clear: complete the mission despite the costSomething went wrongSomething went terribly wrongSomebody told me "look out on your left"Somebody shotSomebody missedSomebody hitSomebody was down Somebody was the reason that Somebody would never awakenSomebody was thankfulSomebody had been saved Sometimes one has to take actionSometimes life isn't fairSometimes what you do cannot be altered Something unspeakable runs through my veins
Footie PJ'sWhen I go to sleep,I slowly doze off counting sheepWhile wearing footie PJs.Why do I do this,I haven't the crudestbeginnings of an idea.They are fuzzy and pinkand it really makes me thinkthat I need some new pajamas.The bottoms are tiger printand I haven't the slightest hintwho would make such a thing.It has a small hood.The print is that of woodand I should probably give it away.But the sleeves have feathers,to keep warm in cold weathersSo it is mildly practical.The feathers are glow in the darkfor a casual night walk in the parkand it is very stylish.It has a large turtle shell on the back,and is a shiny shade of blackso 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.
IngeniusThe world so small to universe so largeStars and other world lightyears awayOne manOne man who could not find his own homeRelativity to other objects and gravatational forceEnergy a force that is distant and misterious to usOne equation E=MC squaredChanging physics and science foreverUnderstanding all is the hopeNever being more than a few steps inTaking a breathe using lungs and other organsGravity changing how we walk One man coining the term EinsteinIs he right?
Days like these I wonder:How 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 BeachPeriod 3 Sophie YanoThere was a time when I was the Beauty on the BeachThere was a time when I believed that all of my dreams would come trueThere was a time when I danced free and pure like the waves on the sandThere was a time when I felt untouchable On the beach my movements flowed like the oceanMy leaps bore beauty like the dolphinsMy turns as flawless as the seashells that hid beneath my feetOn the beach I became a dancerThere was a time when I thought I could make it in the real worldThere was a time when I had faith in my abilitiesThere was a time when I danced because I knew I was the bestThere was a time when I felt confidentAfter the beach I moved to studiosI had peers that judged my every moveI had teachers that critiqued anything I didAfter the beach I became coldThere was a time when I forgot to dreamThere was a time when I trusted nothing and no one There was a time when I danced cautiously and uniformlyThere was a time when I felt brokenNow I miss my little beachMy dreams were indestructibleMy love and passion drove me to achieve excellenceNow I wish I was still the Beauty on the Beach
Secret Poem:I shall muzzle the puzzle of things I hateOh wait, let me tell you or else I may faintFamily problemsIssues I care not to hearAnd when I do, I cover my earOften the stories dragI rather put my head in a bagThey make me want to screamFar worse than cold creamWhen the stories start, I begin to partSo if you feel the need to ventRegarding family discontentI am not the person to tellSo say farewellMy secret is mineSo divineI prefer it not be not to be sharedIt better not be declared
Lockedi walk around the room trying to escape the eyebut i know deep down that it will follow me til i break down and cryso why do i stay, stay in the roombecause i’m in a trance, waiting to be consumedi stare at the eye’s jet, black centeri notice it has not moved since i enterednot even a simple glance to the left, or the rightyet it watches me wherever i am, with its hawk like sighti can’t find a way outmy chances of survival, i’m starting to doubtmy mind compresses like a soft balli feel like i’m about to falli must have done something badi must have made somebody sadwhatever type of torture im going throughis not going to matter in a fewi feel the pain to the tenth degreeas i can sense the life escaping mei know that in few minutes i will die,at the hand of the dreadful eyei try one last time to escape the roombut it fails and so somebody must fetch me my tombfor i am to dieunder the watch of this sick, sick eyebut then it blinksright before my heart was to sinki am released from my tranceand i am alive, just by chanceBy: Jacob Goodman
I'm tired.I'm broken.Tired of trying.Broken from fallingOne too many times.They expect so muchI give so littleI'm being hurried aliveGasping for airBison getting blurryBut the thing isI don't want to give upNot yetThe tears I aheadWill soon help me seeMyselfMy worldMy perspectiveClearer, more pure.Although my wrists are brokenFrom catching my fallsMy legs will pick me upI am strongFierceBraveI'm not stopping just yetIt'll all be worth itJust you watchI can do this
Flashes of brownemerge from the greenas we move through the forestyelling and callingas we run.The air is lightand the ground slightly dampthe croaking of frogsand the feathery breezemake the leavesdance and shakeas we run swiftlyjust us two,behind the farm.As I stand on the ridgeabove the green seaI watch the two kidsplaying togetherthey are jumping off rocks and scaring the birds offjust like they always doit's times like this,in the warm summer day,when they look the closest.As the camera is raised to capture the sibling lovethe two children sense a presencethey look up to the aunt intruding on their timeand they run so they don't have to stop playing.
When I was youngI was in loveI’d always have funI was free as a doveI was in love with the boyWith the fire red hairWhen he looked at meMy heart went aflareThese looks he would giveWould make my heart do a flipSend my heart on a voyageIn a beautiful shipAnd oh how I’d dreamDream of him and meDream of togetherHow happy we’d beBut those days had to goAs my age slipped awayAnd I no longer love himLike back in the day
The PartyMom please let me goI don’t care if it’s gonna snowI don’t care if it’s gonna be coldI don’t want to be controlledI will dress nice and warmI’ll get there before the stormI promise I will be goodYou have this all misunderstoodI’m just going to play some ballAs soon as I get there I’ll give you a callI’ll be back by tenI promise I’ll never ask you something like this ever againOkay I will drive you overHop in the Range RoverNever mind I’m tiredI guess it just transpired
The Piano SongsI told them of the time my heart danced with the piano songsThey scoffed, didn’t believe mePreposterous, they accusedRidiculousUnimaginableImpossibleBut I persisted, because it was trueI asked them Haven’t you ever played a song for your heart?From your heart, yet to your heartHaven’t you ever watched it danceAmongst your spiralling emotions, twisting feelingsYes, haven’t you ever plunked down on your piano benchLike any normal dayBut thenHaven’t you ever felt young and old all at the same timeAs you looked forward, hopeful and naiiveAnd as you looked back, experienced and wise?(And I told them how I preferred to look backMighty, wrinkly hands pounding down on well used keysMelting collections of old memories with new music)Haven’t you everStretched your arm inside youPunctured through the barriers that keep your emotions so held inTrapped, caged, hidden Then haven’t you ever taken grip upon your inner feelingsWrestled them out into the open atmosphereForcing them to be exposed, vulnerableHaven’t you ever watched, felt these confused entitiesStruggling in the unforgiving airThen haven’t you ever introduced them to a song of yoursDepicted by your nimble fingersGraceful, rapid as they hopped along piano keysJust a blurred field of greyHaven’t you ever watched your emotions in the windFind their way, blend together to the rhythm of your piano songHaven’t you felt themYour wispy feelings floating like a splash of water in spaceRepresenting moments across a spectrum of experiencesTwirling and flitting about to a gentle melodyAs demonstrated by the smooth, delicate piano keysLowering, up and down, like the waves of an oceanHaven’t you ever seen and felt and heard Your pulsing, beating heartOut their, lost in the wide skyThrobbing in cohesion, in harmony, with a piano song?I repeatedHaven’t you ever played a song for your heart?From your heart, yet to your heartHaven’t you ever watched it danceAmongst your spiralling emotions, twisting feelingsHasn’t your heart ever danced with the piano songs?
Dear Father TimeFather Time,Would you grant me the wishTo go back in timeWhen my family was all togetherI miss the late nights watching CSIWith my dad right by my sideI miss the endless days playingBut now my brother has left for collegeIf only you grant me this wishIt would really make my dayI would do anything to go backI 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 daysWhen 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,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.
The Lady of the FlowersShe swiftly rushes by the oaken treesPast the soft, silken leafletsAnd the small creatures with padded feetThrough the whispering windWhich calls to her nameAttempting to lure herBack into the shadowsAnd the mysteryOf the dark riddled forest.Gracefully she movesElegantly she dashesPast the trickling creeksThat glisten with luminous lightAnd through the gentle brushOf the green that surrounds herNimblyShe avoids the gnarled rootsScattered on the groundFluidlyShe leaps over the fallen trees of oldThat have perished into the cold darknessA clearing appearsPouring with colorful lightUp aheadShe rushesDashesMovesTo get to the placeWhere it is always springtimeAnd colors never fadeAnd there is always a facade of hopeAnd courageThere in the clearingLay the vibrant meadowOf finest flowers
My homework is always donebut now you envision me as a bumI endeavored to complete the assignment with hastebut it appears it was all a wasteI left it on a palisade deskI never conceived that its strength could be so grotesqueMy monstrous dog is all to blamehis devilish teeth...what a shameCut up into a jigsaw puzzle is all I can sayOh my dog knows how to betrayMy paper never stood a remote chancehis jaws took chunks without me seizing a glanceMy paper crippled and destroyedmy brutal dog was overjoyedClips of paper gripping onto his spitHis face contorted into a smile I must admitThe carnage slowly dripped from his lipsQuestion number 2 whipped past my face as I flippedI shrieked the loudest I've ever doneThis could never be undoneI stand before you a humbled mantake pity on me as much as you canYour mercy I must begyour forgiveness I’d take for a legPlease be sympathetic and give me an A
Speedo GuidoI stride along, large and quite proudAlthough I am quite fluffy, just like a cloudI call attention to that lass over thereThe one that is tall and has pretty gold hairWe lock eyes from across the pierAs I walk along towards my ice cold.... sodaShe smiles and says helloAnd I saw her wink, at my luscious chest flowAlthough my accent is thick, just like my waistlineI know I look super fineOh my gawd, do you see that guy?It’s disgusting, like I just want to dieI hope he doesn’t see meI’ll pretend I have to peeBecause he is so nastyWhen he comes to talk, I’ll be gone fastlyI hate when guys dont shaveIts almost as bad if they didn't batheI just want a guy that is a hottieAnd not one with a hairy bodyI’ll just sit and wait as he does his thingAnd 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 MakerNightmare BreakerPaint a pictureBurst of colorCapture themSubconscious thoughtsWrite the scriptDialogueBlock itFearIntrospectionInspirationOverwatch The mindIt worksWhile I sleep
Persuasion PoemWe need time far awayDuring my birthdayLet’s travel to SpainOtherwise i’ll go insaneI’ll play tennis,While you and dad can drink guinnessI won’t complainI’ll be smart with my brainI’ll try my bestI’ll compete with the restIt will be so much funYou can bathe in the sunSpain’s a beautiful placeThere’s plenty of spaceIt’s just a vacationIn an awesome locationSo can we please go?Even though it will cost some dough?
I decideWhere this body goesWhat is seesWhat is showsI decideWhat it wearsDespite what they sayI will not careI decideBecause I am a mindAnd I control this bodyThis is not yoursIt is mineI decideWhether to let a doctor invadebecause I am just too youngor because of something that was a product of rapeI decideNot the big manNot youNot someone else’s faithI decideWhose eyes lay upon the flawsand whose hands rest upon those wretched scarsand everything underneathIt it my rightNot yoursMineI decide Who it rests with at nightAnd who kisses its cheekAnd who holds it tightI decideBecause I am a mindAnd I control this bodyThis is not yoursThis is mineI decideBecause I am a human beingThat does not come with a property deedAre you even trying to seeWhat I am seeing?